Roots

Ancestors. Body. Earth.

In 2020, I embarked on what was to become a four year journey into self through Amantha Murphy's The Way of the Seabhean training, facing the Ancient Feminine through an Irish lense. I wrote the following at the completion of 4 years as we traveled through Ireland:

I stand here on the other side of my initiation. And I don’t use that word lightly: initiation, but that’s what it was. Not necessarily into a specific Path or Modality, but in simply the sheer embodiment of more of my Self, my Soul, my Light, in this human body. I am my body yet I am more than my body; I am my Soul yet more than; I am my human self yet more than. And that’s what these past 4 years have been - truths wrapped in paradox, waiting to be understood, experienced, and known through each cell of my being rather than in intellectual meanderings. The release of dogma, forced structure and order, rules and lessons that had artificially propped me up as I moved rigidly and bluntly through the world gave way to the embodied understanding of feminine teachings. Teachings that unfolded as petals, slowly opening in their own timing. And the gooey mess that I had become, no longer being supported by the scaffolding of the previous way of being in the world began to rise on its own, as I felt the pulse of my ancestor’s blood course through me, inflating my limbs with their stories, their pain, their pleasure, their grief and their joy. And the power of their hope that lives on through me. Tendrils from the Earth rose up, weaving their nourishing spirals throughout my being, so that in every movement I take, I am forever connected to and supported by Her.

Shedding the density from my previous way of being allowed an effortless infusion of Light from Soul and Source. In totality, I am a fuller and more expressed version of myself than I ever imagined I could be. I had to completely surrender to the Power of the Flow, severing ties to any methods of Forcefulness, and in doing so, I realized that Action becomes a natural, effortless byproduct of being both Creator to and Participant in the Flow...….the Flow of the Weave. The infinite fractals of the Weave through which we all connect, Within and Without.

So now, I don’t really know what comes next, but my new Self is fine with that. Because I now see that not knowing is a wonderful little secret of our way of being. In not knowing, we are completely open to any and all possibilities, and in that openness, we can begin to pull in all of those beautiful, magical, wondrous threads that surround us in each breath, to intentionally Weave our Dream with each step we take on our Great Mother.

My Dream becomes Every Moment.

And so I hope it is with you too.