Dances with Dogs

Tis been many a moon since my last post on this blog.  Although I have posted often in my head, somehow the transition to keyboard and actually expressing my wild and wooly thoughts never quite happens.  The last few years have been tumultuous, tempestuous and tantalizing; full of grace and grappling. More

Waxing Toward Fullness

In honor of the Solstice, myself and a group of Sisters created a sweet and soulful gathering to honor the birthing of the light from darkness as the Sun makes its long journey back toward fullness as the Seasons of the Wheel turn.  We honored the elements, purified in the fire that which we are “done with” and releasing, and acknowledged the seeds of new life and expression we are nurturing to give birth to.

We adored the moon in her ripe fullness and reveled in the mystery of the lunar eclipse  and kept the fires burning all night long – within and without — to greet the rising sun.

This is the season to consider what you are longing to give birth to in your life, in your family, in your community, in the world.

As the light begins its journey back to fullness after the Solstice, ponder for yourself the ways and places and people and manner in which you would like to offer your light to the world in the coming months.

What is your life longing for you to live more fully?

What quality or flavor of your light –playfulness, sexiness, fierceness, nurturing, devotion — could you express more of?  Where?  When?  With Whom?  What do you long to give birth to in yourself, in your relationships, in the world? How can your energy, talents, gifts and uniqueness be offered to serve that which you are committed to living, expressing, experiencing, evoking and sharing?  These are broad questions, but I believe if you tickle your awareness and feel into heart-full belly, you will find an earthy yearning for some flavor of evolution toward a fullness that ignites ecstasy.

As you recognize how your light wants to grow, evolve and bless the world, consider what you need to embody to liberate this expression of the light in and through you.  Do you need to dance every day or light candles at sunset or rub sensual oil into your skin every morning while blessing the curves of your body? Do you need to reach out more to share quality time celebrating life with your sisters or create more a sensually nourishing environment to feed your soul?  Do you need to pull out the art & craft supplies and give form to the images and dreams that sway and swirl into your consciousness?  Do you need to sing your heart out as you drive to work every morning?  Do you need to saturate yourself in a steamy, candle lit, aromatic bath once a week to hydrate your soul?  KISS: Keep it simple sisters.

And remember to celebrate!  Admire your triumphs.  Share your insights.  Express your gratitude for the mundane and the magnificent.   Savor every morsel of beauty with reverence and delight. Dance your ecstasy surrendered and uncensored.

Live. Breathe. Love.

with radiant devotion

Deborah

PostScript:

I apologize for the lengthy gap since my last musing.  I have been immersed in a wave of transformation that required I let go of everything for a while, except for obedience to the rhythm guiding my journey.  Like the returning light, I am being reborn, rediscovering how the Source wants to live through me, speak through me, dance through me.  I am slowly gaining momentum and honoring the diverse ways Shakti wants to create through me.  I look forward to connecting along the spiral path. . .

Om Prana Shakti!

Curving Toward Infinity

Tasting the coolness in the air, drinking in the waning flaxen quality of the light, my soul undulates with the sweet melancholy of ripeness slowly withering, fullness cresting into the next wave, the next Season.

Feel the wheel turning, infinite spiral dance, seductively eternal and beckoning. . .

Autumn’s tendrils entangle with Summer’s lazy limbs, passion’s fire lingering and shimmering now like sprawling coals and flecks of heat.

Feel into what is be-coming, what is unfolding, the voice of my soul says, bank the coals for stoking again and again, and savor the simmering Source of heat and motion.

Now is the time, Sisters, to imbibe the be-coming Season.  Harvest all the warmth and nourishment from the golden time and stoke this fire, your fire, to warm your spiritual toes in the shadowy times to come.

Tis a fine time to tend to your home altars and sacred spaces.  Attend to both the seasonal change and the way those changes are reflected in the rhythms of your life, in your longings and devotions.

What would you love to create in your life over the next few months? What have you been yearning for or craving?   Are you facing any obstacles or creative challenges right now in living the life you want to be living or being the woman you want to be being?  This is a good time to prepare the way for releasing what is dying anyway and to nurture new seeds in the quiet darkness of germination.

Share the spiral dance in sisterhood when ever possible, for this is how it was always done and those ancient rhythms still live in the matrix of being.

Begin now to create opportunities to spend time in sisterhood in the waning months of summer becoming autumn becoming winter.  Celebrate the harvest and stoke each other’s fires in the fallow times. . . in the darkening toward winter’s embrace.

Sit in circle, sip hot beverages, dance love’s motion and share your hearts and your stories, your triumphs and travails.  Spend time in the company of nourishing women whose embodied living inspires your own depth and devotion and delight.

Remember the cauldron, Sisters, the cauldron of creation and destruction, birth and death, endings and beginnings. . .  the Source of all Cauldrons. . . trust that Source and follow the spiral inward and again outward, curving toward infinity. . .

Love-Bruised & Moon-Drunk

Greetings Sisters!

The Alchemy we created together in the first ever Women’s Weekend continues to unfold in the way I have been living and loving ever since.  Even now, I am still so present to the shape of you – individually and as a Tribe – moving in my heart.

I arrived home love-bruised & moon-drunk on Monday evening, after completing with the Gift of My Heroic Journey group on the last day of the program.  My arrival home was divinely timed, allowing me to spend 20 minutes with my man before he ventured off to lead his bi-weekly men’s meeting here in Seattle.

By the way, while I was gallivanting with ya’ll l in our Love Affair with Life, Gary was co-leading the Men’s Retreat Weekend with three other brothers: Sonora’s husband, Stephen Garrett, Martin Hahn and Sean Nixon.  We all contributed to a profound wave of Sisterhood and Brotherhood on the planet during that weekend’s Full Moon Magic!

With Gary off to the men’s meeting, I had the LoveShack (the name of our funky little home) to myself for my own “homecoming” — an evening of re-integrating the “home” awakened in me during our weekend with the physical home where I sleep and eat and dance and dream, the place where I nest and that sources my service in the world as the Temple of my life.  I enjoyed a completely meandering evening of spiraling into the moment and into my home while bringing you all with me.

I began unpacking and putting away the altar items and decorations that became a part of our Temple, and in the process, completely surrendered to voluptuous impulse to create the primary altar in my home newly from the space we shared in our weekend together.  I put on music and nibbled food and danced as the new altar grew from the Love Affair with Life and Sisterhood pouring through me.   I went outside and breathed in a magnificent Sunset streaming clouds of neon rose and lavender steel in a sky alive with the wind.  In honor of our time together, I dedicated the evening to living what came alive in me in the cauldron of our circle, my cells literally dancing with the desire to create more beauty and magic!  Each time I light the candles and tend to this new altar, my heart feels outward to you.

As I tend my garden, walk in the woods near our home, and breathe in the majesty of summer’s ripening, a sweet corner of my heart is feeling your shape in my heart.

Just as you, I am always doing my best to live as an offering of love to the moment, to make conscious art with all that arises as best I can.  My own Love Affair with Life is sourced in devotion to the sanctuary of my practice – the sanctuary of what nourishes me and honors the feminine flavor of my essence.

Superficially it may seem like feminine spiritual practice is supposed to get you into your feminine – which is useful particularly for those of us who must find our way through all manner of activities and patterns of living that may feel out of harmony with the rhyme and reason of our more natural rhythms – those of nature, of the seasons, of our body’s cycles and the meanderings of the heart.

Ultimately, your feminine practice is devotion to how you want to be living and to tending the cauldron in the fire-center of your life. To incorporate feminine spiritual practice into our lives we each need to discover what nourishes us and harmonizes our energetic existence.  I have found that each of us needs a source of feminine “medicine” – using that word in its ancient sense as doorway to sacred – to remedy mechanistic living.

Ask yourself: How much love does my motion of energy in the world create and evoke? What must I nourish in my life to live as an offering of devotional openness?

In that spirit, here are just a few suggestions – potential “blissisplines” for you to play with and to inspire and celebrate your own living Love Affair with Life.

Enjoy!

Meandering Time

I regularly arrange my life to allow myself a regular dose of meandering.  You might recognize meandering as something called “puttering.” For me, “puttering” carries a slightly negative connotation, suggesting aimless or mindless activity without accomplishment or redeeming value.  Just another misunderstood feminine style of spiraling through what the flow of the day and one’s deepest longing brings into being.

Meandering is a sort of flowing practice of wu-wei. . . of letting pleasure guide you in a spacious, effortless flow of ripe engagement with the unfolding moment.  Let go of the need to value time by how many things you check off your list.  The creative core of your soul craves the nourishment of unstructured, organic time and motion, spiritually and physically.

Arrange your life to give yourself regular doses of meandering for a few hours a week or perhaps – gasp! – a whole day of curvaceous play once or twice per month!

Tending to Your Altars

Take time out to tend to your altars and sacred spots of beauty.  Remove dead or dying flowers, clean away dust, and perhaps refresh and rearrange the items displayed to align with what is wanting to move through you now.

Savoring & Meandering Walking Contemplations

I am blessed to live in an area of older residential neighborhoods among which is nestled a fantastic park of woods and trails and a little beach.  Sometimes I just walk the neighborhoods, taking in each home and yard as an altar.  Sometimes I take the longer walk into the woods and savor the sounds and sights and smells of textures of nature.  I practice for a time dwelling only in the unfolding present moment, savoring through what my senses encounter in the here and now and the delight of a meandering mind.  After a time I allow my mind and emotions meander and frolic and tumble with whatever is stirring within me, birthing creative ideas, realizing insights, tasting memories and entertaining imaginings.

In my gratitude for the privilege of living my life, I will continue to bring you the fruits of my practice and ofmy love affair with life!

with Radiant Devotion

Deborah

Keep the fire burning and the brew simmering!