For years I've been working to cultivate my feminine power, knowing that there's a better way than the singular, competition- and lack-based narrows of a patriarchal culture that doesn't really much value (or understand) this "other" way.
Something in me has always recognized that it's a special and sacred privilege to sit in a circle with other women. Speaking from your heart and listening with the ears of your heart is an ancient spiritual practice that'll teach you a ton about feminine power if you let it.
Are you feeling the relationship pain too? It seems like there's conflict, chaos, and confusion in the air right now and that our most meaningful relationships are up for review, so to speak.
Marriages feeling fragile. Close friendships suddenly imploding or feeling a new kind of rub that needs addressing. Truth speaking that winds up not going very well despite your best intentions. A mis-match in terms of desires around moving a new relationship forward. Business relationships turning sour.
It's all over the news. Stories of women being exploited, abused, and mocked. Grabbed, molested, raped. Basic rights taken away. A total denigration of that which is sacred.
I barely have the words to describe how torn my heart feels and how deeply angry I am. How completely incongruent this feels when I know women and womanhood to be sacred, necessary, and central to our survival.
It can be so difficult to figure out what you should do or what you should say after the fight or in the midst of trying to prevent one.
And there are so many things to consider, right? Will I make it worse? Will it do any good? Will they even understand or change? What's the "right" thing to do? Is this even how I should be feeling about this?
As I lay there on my back on the sheepskin rug, tears rolling down my temples, their supportive hands on my heart, my belly, my forehead, arms and feet, listening to one of my sisters sing me a Sundance song, their eyes wet with feeling...
I remembered what I'm truly made of.
And what I'm not made of. And what you're not made of.
One of the things I love most about my life is that I have an extremely rich dreamworld. I have dreams that are clairvoyant, that inform me about the deepest recesses of my psyche, that offer guidance, and that connect me with The Sacred. I wake up each morning with anywhere from 1-6 dreams. They help me live my life from the truest, deepest guidance and connection possible.
I feel lucky enough to have a practice of consistently doing things I don't want to do, going where I don't want to go, and feeling things I don't want to feel. Meeting my edges. It's called Forrest Yoga. And I've been doing it for 12 years now.
This week I sat with a client who finds it hard to trust at times. Can you relate? I certainly can. Occasionally in my life, I've found myself in a rut of not trusting, and generally (though not intentionally) sucking the fun out of everything because I just can't surrender control.
Alright, let's just be honest here. Most of us (all?) have had our moments with addictions. A big claim, I know. Here's how I define addiction. An addiction is something we choose to do (usually something repetitive) instead of feeling how we feel. We go outside ourselves and reach for something when we can't tolerate or metabolize the level of emotional stress present in our bodies.