Last month the planetary events and my micro-earthly events were intense, sublime, love-gathering,love-generating. Solstice, eclipse on the galactic plane, a crescendo with my sound class. The power and people were all around and ignited, igniting.
Today I feel like a little unfilled balloon whose only desire is to lay down under a warm blanket in a cave and rest. I have joy in my heart, but the balloon, it’s flat and not going anywhere.
And well, it is bear time.
At night my spirits come and doctor me–last night they went to all the places in my life when I felt like a geek (which was constantly, until 10th grade, except when I was at camp). They retrieved all of the soul essence my anti-friends stole from me in the teasing or ignoring of me on the playground. My blessed ones bathed my chakra system with soul essence.
Wow! A really effective, nourishing exercise. You can do this with your awareness. Get quiet, and ask the unseen ones that help you (whether you are fully aware of them or not). It is like a history scrub, one topic at a time.
My spirits are so wise–my flatness is symptom of this time of rest and integration, so I am not stirring things up too much with activity.
After all, it is beartime.
I have noticed that I can begin to “shake things up” in my life–to reconfigure my energy system and invite more vibrancy in my everyday being-ness– by touching the wild. While I am not in Africa anymore (where the above kill shot was taken), and probably neither are you, we have wildness around us everywhere, no matter how disconnected from nature one might feel or believe that we are.
I touch the wild by simply opening the window and listening to the birds singing…or my car window for bird-song drive-bys! Watching the buds on our house plants break out into leaf- and flower-dom. Better yet, the emerging crocus and daffodil outside… Taking a walk, with an invitation in the heart, that something wild (of nature) will inform the walk in some way.
Shamanic living for me is attuning to the rhythms of nature, and treating other organisms as if they were sages. Continue reading
I have always seemed to carry Coyote energies. In love with, and at the same time afraid of, being the “bad girl”. When Bradford Keeney came and shared with the Portland shamanic community “shaking medicine”, a sense of permission, remembering, and a breaking out of the confines of my own rules burst forth in my life. It was not just the 60,000 yr old wisdom and power that comes from the Bushman of the Kalihari that has shaken my world (and many of my mates), but the wildness of the teacher, Brad, and the remembering of our own wildness within.
The rawness of the wild that we have forgotten in our modern world calls to us, to be breathed in once again. The ancient and steady power of the earth and star nation (sky god) calls to us again, to be invited into our hearts and bellies for healing ourselves and our communities.
As Brad was speaking, the altar that i pour my sweat lodge under turned on its ear, and a dawning of a new age of being with spirit was born. to be continued…
The first step on this path of shamanic living is surrendering to the knowing that there are benevolent spirits in, what Carlos Castaneda termed, “non-ordinary reality”. On numerous occasions, they reveal themselves with the exuberance of “dogs at the door”– the eager puppy zeal displayed when our canine best friends are waiting for us to let them in the house (or to take them on a walk). This zeal is the energy signature my Helpers have conveyed to me–they are waiting excitingly for us to recognize that they exist and utilize them to bring health and information to “ordinary reality”. We are their vehicles, with our physicality, and it is our birthright (of all people) to be a channel for them. Our voices in service to speak their message, our bodies in service to dance their dance, our hands in service to direct our doingness with their healing power. And it begins with an act of courageous belief.