I suppose the best way to start this post is life anything we start in life in the wake of so much we are still processing … Ironically, I’ve always found the best advice to anchor to is often in contradiction to what everyone else’s opinion or advice might be. How do we start when we’re…
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There’s something I feel I need to confess. I’m not sure if confess is the right word – it certainly wasn’t a sin or wrongdoing. Perhaps what I’m looking for is to be witnessed, even if no one actually reads this post, there is something concrete and ritualistic about publishing words in the digital…
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In my previous post I shared my experience of how a flash of frustration and anger revealed threads of underlying grief in a spontaneous keening that sprang fourth from my body (you can read that whole post HERE). What I didn’t realize at the time of practice or reflection or writing that post just…
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What is the sound of grief? How does it move? Today I sat with a familiar feeling – perhaps you can relate (I imagine any human can) – the feeling of frustration. My frustration came from a recent phenomena. Lately in my spiritual practice I have been receiving silence – or no answer…
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Recently I reposted a piece on my Facebook profile (see original post here) not sure what to expect from responses. I normally don’t post controversial shit on my Facebook as I use it as a platform for my business and like to maintain an inclusive vibe and a safe place where people can share their…
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In a recent post on social media I talked about a recent embodiment session I did with myself in where I alchemized intense menstrual cramps and nausea into not just 1 but 2 cervical orgasms (without touching my vulva by the way). I’ve been in deep devotion and reverence to following the embodiment path…
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I used to hold such a deep resentment for being born into a female body. A woman’s body. And I still have so many reasons to be in resentment. The patriarchy for one. The degradation of the planet (the ultimate symbol of the female body). The way we shame, consume, and exploit the feminine is…
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I don’t think I really understood what home was until now. It took loss to open me up to it. It took the loss of one of my most central and formative relationships. It took immigrating to a different country, cultural context, and land. It took deciding to heal deep trauma – ancestral,…
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My ancestors were wanderers. Not at first, but after seeking political, religious, and cultural asylum in Canada in the early 1900’s, they moved from one settlement to another, transversing the country and eventually settling in BC, Canada. Then was the part where they burned all of their shit to the ground. Over and over again….
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Uff There’s nothing quite like confronting your own humanity to humble a person. Over the past year it’s come more and more to the forefront how I invest in my own victim stories. Wowzer. I just can’t ignore it anymore. I can no longer let it go by unacknowledged. Although I may have…
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