Change is here. No doubt about that. There is some big-ass transformation going on. Why? Because it’s just time...and this is how it’s showing up. Much of what we reach for outside of ourselves, what we have thought will keep us safe and secure, is falling away. And in this, fear and vulnerability comes bounding fourth. It’s mostly not comfortable occupying these spaces. There’s no control. No clear trajectory. A desperate clinging to the idea that we should quickly put back
Leaning into our shadows in order to heal can feel turbulent. The seas of my life today, in this moment, are wildly quarrelsome, deep and chaotic, dark and mysterious. I make the wish I can take back my secret prayers and calls for change. I desperately cling to the thought that I can quickly just put back the pieces I once had, for in this moment they feel more comfortable than what is here right now. Transformation has that inescapable feeling of breaking, yet knowing full
As we welcome the new year I feel an intimacy with the fires on the South Coast of NSW. From the end of the street, my family and I watch the heat, smoke and ash, the burn, the scorch, the blaze of the forest. Meeting the intensity of Mother Gaia in this way is strikingly sobering. ‘We are living in unprecedented times’, I have often heard myself saying and will probably keep saying it, because we are. It's an exciting and terrifying and formidable time. Being amongst the int
I have a dear friend who recently birthed her stillborn baby, and soon after the birth, she returned to our weekly yoga class. Towards the end of each class class, she softly, so as to not disturb anyone, walks over to far wall where she keeps her shoes and bag, picks them up, and she leaves the class. I asked her why she does not complete the class. ‘Because I don’t want to upset the class with my grief’, she said, ‘I am afraid that others will feel uncomfortable’. This beau
F#@k, I have to say, I don’t like this word. Say something to get me riled up, and this is it. My daughter asked me about the word yesterday. She’d heard it in a song... and at school mass...and it was certainly a talking point at school recess. Consider that the word ‘virgin’ is one of the most mistranslated, misrepresented, misused, distorted and perverted terms by the early church, and used in the commodification of women, our bodys’, our sexuality. And it is still used in
Quiet our incessant seeking?
Soothe our quarrelling thoughts?
Show up for ourselves each and every day?
RITUAL AND ROUTINE.
What I know with certain, is that something ignites in all of us when we live with ritual and routine.
To make ritual means to hold ourselves, our lives, as sacred. That each moment is blessed with the capability and possibility of putting simple everyday doings into a divine space. To make sacred, is to illuminate our daily doings. To use our sacre
What is your intention for the new cycle as we move from the dark to the light? Now that we have tumbled through the longest night and shortest day of the year. For the Solstice is a turning point. From now until the Summer Solstice the days grow longer as the dark wanes and the Sun waxes. Our ancestors celebrated the Yule as the birth of the Sun God, born of the Goddess after her return from the Underworld. Fires and candles were lit to welcome the return of the Sun Gods lig