The past six months have been a profound period of growth for me. I went from being quite isolated and feeling unsure how to share my gifts, to currently teaching my sixth round of Intuitive Painting classes. I felt a nudge and an inspiration and I followed it, even though it felt like a big leap into the unknown. I continue to have new students, returning students, and more inspiration for future classes.
Being a new mother, there is so much to adjust to. Every aspect of life becomes new. I am collecting parts of myself that I forgot a long time ago, reflecting on how I can integrate this huge rite of passage. Sometimes it's the simple things, like five minutes of journaling with a little painting on top, or a moment to sit outside at the sunset and appreciate the light.
Yesterday a dear friend invited me to the river, to make a fire and to make offerings and prayers. Though I couldn't stay all night, the few hours that I visited were so healing for my soul. It was incredible to be with the elements, the little fire she made, the sound of the rushing river, a call from an eagle in the tree.
I offered runes to the fire and sang my prayers through a crystal singing bowl filled halfway with water. I held stones and asked my ancestors to support me in being fully embodied in this life. I offered the stones to the river, and felt the word reverie envelop me.
My friend gave me rose and cottonwood branches, to weave a little basket/nest in the coming days. To hold my shadow and the things that I am tenderly culling, the parts of my patterns that are ready to lay to rest. The time is precious. I have so much to share. I feel the boundless life force of my true work bubbling to the surface, and I am weaving with the colors of the rainbow.
Welcome the time for little moments of ceremony, for acknowledgement of the elements. Ceremony can be so simple. One moment, one chance. We walk away enhanced, changed. The universe conspires for our wellbeing - we just have to remember that it's ours to embrace.