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“What is to give light must endure burning.” ~ Viktor Frankl
Winter invites us to journey into the heart of darkness, a darkness that can activate our deepest fears. Why? It’s just difficult to see in the dark. But darkness isn’t bad. Light flickers in the dark, which reveals its illuminating power. There is no darkness without light, no light without darkness; they are the yin and yang of manifestation, the eternal dance of Shiva and Shakti, the masculine and feminine powers of the universe in constant motion.
What is scary is our inability to see in the dark and the potential to lose our way in this unknown place full of mystery, until one begins to see with the heart and trust this amazing center of consciousness to become our guiding light.
This post is a celebration of our growing ability to see, perceive and feel our way into the heart of darkness. To celebrate the rebirth of the light of awareness and consciousness this winter season, I am sharing some lights of organic, sacred geometry. Imagine a space illuminated with light emanating from such amazing formations.
Let there be light.
These lights are beautiful and yet they only begin to mirror the light in your soul, in nature, in life:
I am feeling pulled into the depths and fullness of darkness this winter. Are you feeling this too? Our family celebrations at the heart of winter in the northern hemisphere can sometimes feel taxing and artificial. We spend energy but crave nourishment. We give each other gifts and sometimes fail to see the gifts in each other. I am grateful to be enjoying a quiet Christmas with my family, honoring our need for regeneration.
May we accept the invitation to journey inward to review the year we leave behind and nourish the healing dream cradled in the depths of our hearts. May the light of awareness, of love be born as consciousness lights our way home, and if we lose our spark along the way, may we be kind to kindle and rekindle each other’s light. And together, may we open up to ancient spaces of possibility that ground and expand our sense of what is real, important, sacred.
For the traveler by John O’Donohue ..A journey can become a sacred thing: Make sure, before you go, To take the time To bless your going forth, To free your heart of ballast So that the compass of your soul Might direct you toward The territories of spirit Where you will discover More of your hidden…
It is Summer and nature is blossoming in all her glory. We come into deep resonance with our true selves in the landscape. Our skewed sense of fragmentation, separation, and dissonance dissolve, melt away, and we start to flow again. Our souls are enlivened in the fullness of nature. May you feel her healing power in your heart, space, and life.
The bathroom can be the most neglected space in the house, evoking feelings of guilt, shame or plain fear. We often respond to this triggered emotions by over sanitizing this space; making it cold, sterile, bare, silenced, desacralized. Our dwellings seem to hide the bathroom or seek to subdue its design as we disconnect from body and soul. This is a call to celebrate the bathroom as a a place of flow, communion, transformation, self-care and well being for our sensual, spiritual selves.
My journey into the heart of the Amazon began in Iquitos,
chaotic, hot, humid, loud, alive. A portal into the wild.
There are spaces that throb with passion,
edges that pulse with a vitality and rhythm of their own…
What does it take to find home? Everywhere you go, there is possibility and potential for your relationship with home to heal, open, blossom and reveal itself, your colors, your song, your gifts. At home in your own skin, in your own body, in that place that whispers: come out, emerge, shine, play. At home in your heart, in the spaces you inhabit, in the sacred earth, in the world.
I found this poem that reminded me of Grandmother Ayahuasca. Touched my heart so deeply, tears flowing, heart opening.. the last lines illuminating my life purpose, awakening sacred flow. Click to read my Ayahuasca Poem and see artwork that flows in her spirit. My Nana Like the Trees by Kim Rosen My Nana, like the…
Goddess Kali Colored etching on paper. 1770 Print Have you ever felt the forces of the universe storm through your life breaking the very foundation you thought carried you around? Has Kali or Oya graced your life with destruction of the old to such degree that you no longer recognize the now wild but once…