Dreamscape

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Dreams are odd
Mysterious
Intriguing
Swirling images
Distant places
Familiar faces
All gathered in one space
That seem to make sense
Only in the magical
Fantastical
Absurdity
Of sleep world
Dream land

My dad was in mine a few nights ago
A busy scene of extended family
Bustling around
As I sat next to him
And wanted everyone with a camera
To take a picture of us
Together
Just us two
Somehow knowing
Even in dreamland
That being together was to be savored
Treasured
Captured
Because as soon as I opened my eyes
He'd be gone
Disappear into the unseen spirit world

And then
As dreams do
Morphing
Swirling
Changing on a dime
He was holding and kissing my little sister
She was 5
And, strangely
Yet logically
 (as we were in dreamland remember)
I was me
An adult
Watching this tender moment
Between father and his littlest girl

And the adult me in this dream
Felt a pang in my heart
Of grief
Sadness
Longing
But I realized it wasn't grief for myself
Not my sadness for the knowing
Of how the missing hurts
I have released a lot of mine using the breath
It was sorrow and grief for my sister
Seeing her as such a precious
Little golden happy girl
And knowing
How she wouldn't have the memories
The experience
The story
Of having a dad around in physical form
To love her how little girls need to be loved

And just as quickly
The dream shifted again
Soon when I realized the chimes sounding
Were indeed NOT from my dream world
But from the alarm set on my phone
As I sleepily reached for the snooze
I pondered on this sometimes sneaky emotion of grief
The layers
The depth
How it pops up unannounced
When you least expect
Even in sleeping

Will one ever be through with grief?
Most likely not
Just as the leaves lose their leaves each fall
And the natural cycle of the world
Life, death, life, death
Continues the circle
In every aspect of a lifetime
There will be loss to grieve

But just so is the depth of my grief
Lies the opposite
In the immense capacity for joy
When both sides
Both cycles
are given space
To be felt
To be held
To be honored
To be healed

Breathwork for Healing
At Center for Remembering and Sharing
123 4th Ave 2 floor, NYC

Thursdays in July & Aug
*No circle July 30th
7:30-9:30
Exchange: $20

 

Revolutionary Heart

Breathing into my beautiful body 
And the perfect imperfections
That I am learning to love
I promised myself
And to soul-light above
To stop biting my tongue
Hiding my magic
And stuffing my "too much" away
💫
No more fear of my fire I say
Sexy, wild, pampering, pleasure, play
Through juicy expansion is the way
💫
So sisters
It's time to rise
Gather together
Celebrate, brag, dance, desire
And so it shall be or better
It is safe 
No more burning at the stake
Say what we need to say
As we flow, prance, strut, sway
💫
I feel the beat in my breast
Feel the call in my heart
Honoring the divine feminine
Dear sisters, is where we need to start
💫

Breathwork Breakthrough

Belly heart open mouth
I dove into the week
head-first knowing
something big was gonna shift
because lots of old shit
was being stirred up
before I even left

shame, secrecy, guilt
am I worthy enough?
am I being responsible?
am I being selfish?
for taking this time
for spending this money
to do, what I knew deep down
my heart was on fire to do?

belly heart open mouth
I allowed the breath to take over
surrendering to whatever came up
after feeling discomfort in circle
when we shared about
intuition, sensitivity, emotions
blocks, judgement, money
family, relationships, pain
value, worth, exchange
and, ultimately, self love

belly heart open mouth
I admitted that I abandon my body
money makes me anxious
debt makes me feel like a bad person
insulin makes me fear for my survival
it's hard for me to receive
and I don't allow myself to have a voice sometimes


belly heart open mouth
I ventured into my body
with circle opposite partners
supportive, generous, beautiful healers
holding space for my journey
with oils, affirmations, touch
each one giving me exactly what I needed
to purge
to go deeper
to cleanse
to see clearer
to release
to laugh lighter
to cry
to scream louder
to heal
to feel freer


belly heart open mouth
Ali sang a song for my tears
feeling the beauty of angels and light
around the flowing of deep sadness
Randi released the shame and grief
I was holding around my femininity
acknowledging the block in my second chakra
and the hiding of a dream from my feminine center
to create and to embrace being flowy
Kathleen held space for the black thorns
that had overgrown in my sacral chakra
to blossom into pink roses
and then a lush garden as Mother Earth wrapped her ivy around mine
as my body became one with her soil
the insulin in my body sparkled
through my veins like golden energy
the fire and power of the goddess in my solar plexus
began to grow
I've got work to do
Bengt gently led me to my younger self
the precious golden little girl
who had been lost
There's so much beauty in the world
and together, she and I, we danced across my body
which became the world
sprinkling golden fairy dust in every cell
every lake, river, mountain, plain
landing in my heart center
where my dad cradled her
where I didn't feel alone or abandoned anymore
Beth coaxed me to reclaim my childhood
reminding me what it is
to giggle like a little girl
for me to give to ME freely
making healing easy
becoming my own abundant, generous money tree
and with her magical massaging hands
I let go of my father's pain
my mother's pain
my siblings pain
my family's pain
I let go of MY pain
my triggers to sugar
my stubbornness
my habit of filling up my cup last
and when I stopped holding my own bird cage closed
and when I stopped squeezing my own throat
I could finally sing
I could finally be free


belly heart open mouth
I was nestled all week in love by a tribe
who doing their own healing
valued me and mine
their power and strength as gifted healers
mirrored for me what I had yet to claim
in myself
as I also held space for the healing of my partners
and in this nest created by my new tribe

I read my poetry
performed with my body
and sang with an open heart and throat
realizing that allowing myself to take up space
with creative expression
is an essential form of self love

belly heart open mouth
as the journey came to a close
David, the reluctant amazing healer
held space for my most joyful breathwork experience ever
my breathwork breakthrough
free from resistance
free from holding my heart closed
self love and joy surged through my body
laughs and a yell so pure from my open throat
and a feeling of finally being at home in my body
as my body became my abundance tree
with my roots firmly in Mother Earth
spirit animals gathered around
I am not alone
a garden in my womb
birds flying in and out
of the heart in the center of the trunk
in the center of my chest
feeling the wind in my branches
reaching up and around
to the sun, the moon, and all the stars in the Universe
Spirit flew in as I made a contract to be of service:
You are ready
You are home
You are love


belly heart open mouth
and gratitude
sweet and deep love
for the gift of breath
filling up and releasing layers
for a new me
a truer me

belly
heart
open mouth

 

PMS: Pre-Menstrual Shame

*Goddess Circle painting by Molly Roberts

*Goddess Circle painting by Molly Roberts

As I am in the midst of creating content for a self-care workshop and summer program, I've been pondering why it feels difficult to ask women to rest for the first few days of their period. Posing this request as a means of self-care feels like a daunting task to do for said women. Why is that? I wondered. 

And then it hit me yesterday as I was showering after my workout (water is grounding so we sometimes get our best insight or clarity when we're in the shower or bath!). 

There is some shame around our menstrual cycles.

And in admitting we have menses, we are acknowledging we experience everything that goes along with bleeding every month.

In the not so far away past, when women were trying to establish a place in the work force and as we continue to become business owners, CEOs, and voicing the need for equal pay, we have needed to assert that we are reliable, consistent, and dependable. (And we are.) To compete in the work world society has established, women have to "keep up" with the masculine way of productivity and prove, in a way, that we have the "balls" and wherewithal to be in charge. And in doing such, we have had to ignore or suppress the feminine flow of cycles that is so natural to us. So we push through, take the pill, create edges where maybe we were once soft, and put on our man-pants. We even sometimes hide the fact that we are on our period by using code phrases like "auntie flow" or "THAT time of the month", because it feels unacceptable to use it as an "excuse" for being tired or more emotional. "Oh you must be on your period" has felt like an insulting remark. I've even been known to buy pads or tampons with a bunch of other products in the hopes that they will blend in or hide, so that even the stranger ringing out my purchases doesn't know I'm menstruating. 

There is a secrecy to our bleeding. We don't often talk about it with our men because we don't want to make them feel sqweemish or have them feel like they need to tip toe around us. And when we realize that we actually need the time to rest and experience the fact that we are indeed much more emotional around this time in our cycle, it brings up some shame. Shame about the fact that we aren't "normal" and can't "keep up" all the time in the supposed standard of "consistency". (Although, we are consistent....consistently more soft and inward when we consistently have our period.. Consistentcy expressed in a different way...)

And here's the thing: we ARE normal. We go through cycles and rhythms as natural as nature, as the seasons, as the moon. Our cycles match the energy cycles of plants, a creative project, of life and death itself. Starting from a tiny seed, growing, blossoming, releasing, decaying, going inward, to once again begin anew as a seed in the earth. Spring, summer, fall, winter, spring. New, waxing, full, waning, new. Conception, growth, birth, growth, death, rebirth. And men go through similar cycles as well, even if it feels a little more subtle than the physical menstrual cycle a woman goes through. Even if you are a woman who no longer physically bleeds, on an energetic level, the cycles are still there. 

So when we deny these cycles, when we hide them, ignore them, and suppress them, we cut off our own inspiration, negate our feminine power, and undermine our own natural wisdom. We become disconnected from our bodies. We develop illness. We start to have crazy PMS symptoms when we don't listen to our intuition, like quitting that job, leaving that relationship, changing our diet, or voicing our needs. We are missing part of our depth. And our bodies and spirits can't take it anymore. I have witnessed in men and women both, but particularly women, a yearning and a craving for a return to a more sacred, natural, deeper way of connecting to self and other. Our bodies are crying out for it. Our souls are hungry for it. 

I believe there was a need to show up like men in the world to make progress in equal rights and create change. I have gratitude for the women who have pioneered this for us. I'm not bashing the pill or saying we shouldn't be out there in the workforce with integrity, reliability, and accountability. But I also feel like now is the time for us to rise...in a new way. For women to reclaim the power in our cycles. No more secrecy or shame. Acknowledging that we are emotional beings. Because HUMANS are emotional beings. And that it is perfectly normal to need to rest. To go inward. To honor the cycles of our energy and body. 

And if we can allow ourselves and our sisters to rest and care for self with tenderness, we also give space for our men to also do the same. When we resist the "go, go, go" of our culture rather then resist the natural rhythms of the cycles of life, we show up in space of self love and presence that is in harmony with our being. And what wondrous ways might we BE and show up, if we surrender and allow and work WITH our bodies?  I predict amazing, great, brilliant, soulfully fulfilled ways.