Sequoia: healing from the roots up

Dance is the hidden language of the soul.   - Martha Graham #1 - dance makes me feel like #2 - i come from a faraway planet. i do not remember where i come from. i am beginning to awaken #3 - i am Bright Star #4 - every experience of my life has been for a specific reason #5 - certain types of music and movement, poetry and literature, places in nature and the world remind me of where i come from, and widen my awakening #6 - i am strong #7 - i am brave #8 - i will never give up #9 - i am not alone #10 - dance and movement unlock my true being #11 - my purpose is light #12 - i choose to be here #13 - i am pure joy and delight #14 - i am guided every step of the way #15 - there are no mistakes #16 - India, the rooftop #17 - the Himalayas, the smiling woman #18 - dancing in the Spanish house in the jungle in Goa #19- that one hour of choreography class where i utterly let go #20 - Tehillah #21 - five years of modern dance classes ...

She loved the pile of index cards, with   loving messages   printed on them. The poetry book with clouds on the cover. The buzz of the fridge. The quiet morning. The luminescent orchids. She loved how mellow it looked outside. Her thick socks.  Autumn. Sunlight. Aspen leaves. She loved the idea of molasses, maple syrup, honey; and the things you could make with their thick sweetness. In fact, she loved the idea of getting sticky and messy, and not caring. Mud, dirt, sweat, food, fluids from lovemaking. Wrestling in the mud. Soaking under a pounding waterfall. She loved the sharp intake of breath. The freshness in the winter air. When digital numbers came to 11:11. She loved coincidences, divine appointments, angels, faeries, vintage films. She loved the quiet. And escaping to a cabin in the woods for her birthday. She loved thoughtful messages. Kindness. Feeling loved and appreciated. She loved tarot, and aloe vera; peaches in summer, apples in winter. She ...

“Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. The point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer.” ―  Rainer Maria Rilke        I've just completed my 2018 forecast tarot reading, and I wanted to reflect on all that I have learned from the tarot this past year.  Life is so much more complex than we allow it to be, and I have learned to step into the middle of paradox. True, alchemical treasure is found when we step outside the camps of 'black' and 'white', into Rumi's field, out beyond right and wrong. And this is the place we need to be, now more than ever, in the midst of all the polarities and 'sides' runni...

( Francesca Woodman- Then at one point _Providence, Rhode Island 1978) Bless the quiet mornings when no one is up and I am alone. Bless the still, tall trees outside my window. Bless the bright stars in the night sky. Bless the stillness. Bless the pile of dishes, and bless my lover, who will do the dishes today. Bless the way he will pile them haphazardly and precariously to dry, and not dry, on and off the rack. Bless the used green tea bags, and the red polka dot bowl with remnants of cottage cheese in it. Bless the empty bottle of wine. Bless the half full bottle of wine. Bless the Netflix documentaries. Bless the exhaustion. Bless the warmth of two bodies sleeping beside each other. Bless the waking up from a good dream. Bless the surge of tenderness you feel for another human being. Bless the kisses. Bless the quiet before a day full of talk and doing. Bless the quiet after a day full of talk and doing. Bless the pile of poetry books. Bless the Marim...

I come from adventure I come from wild sky I come from open I come from deep green I come from remember I come from song I come from sisterhood I come from grace I come from ancient I come from valley I come from peoples I come from witch I come from plants I come from iron I come from clay I come from voice I come from play I come from land I come from prayer I come from tears I come from the Grandmothers I come from bones I come from wings I come from time I come moving, alive, old, wise, sad, vibrant, free I come I come I come alive

"You are like a leaf blowing around in the eye of a hurricane. Life has really landed on you. It's amazing to see how you carry it." -Ryan Hartley Life is like a dark night, and a star-lit soul peering into a jar of fireflies. We are free and bound at the same time.  It is the collected moments that you are present to, which create a beautiful life.  Observing the steam rise in curls from a mug of green tea, the pattern of sunlight streaming through a leaf, the warmth of someones lips on yours, the crinkle at the corner of the eyelids in a child's smile, the moment you jump into a cold lake.  This is life.  And yes - the moments where you are curled up in a ball on the floor, your body heaving with sobs. The moments where you are called out. The dark parts of yourself that you encounter, and choose to integrate. The times you see someone doing something you wish you were doing and feel jealous. Life is not a tea party that we dress up f...