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Sisterhood & Our Fire

Wednesday, May 29th, 2013

Mary, Tenji, Pele small

It is summer, the fire element, the element that rules our sexual, creative energy. It is the season that is based on relationships and transformation and the peak of the wave of the yearly seasonal cycle.

There are two primary aspects of the Divine Feminine. Our healing journey embraces both and brings them into harmony. In my work with women we begin with cultivating a strong relationship with our inner Divine Mother energy so we can call upon her to support us to transform our unconscious self rejection to self love. She is within us and she makes it possible for us to give this to ourselves. The other primary aspect of the feminine principle is the powerful, centered, sexual creatress.

It’s important to strengthen our relationship with our Divine Mother energy first so as we embrace this powerful creative energy, we are running it through a channel of self love instead of self rejection. At some point in our evolution the relationship between these two primary aspects of ourself clicks and becomes one. One without the other makes it next to impossible to bring our gifts into the world with compassion and consideration for the well being of all.

When these two aspects of ourself are dancing together our fire, passion, light, comes through in every thing we do, or person we encounter.

My relationship with my sisters, and our support for one another in this time of collective transition is very important to me. I feel it is a critical piece to our collective healing. It is not just the healing of women I refer to, but the healing of us all that will be affected through this sisterhood.

Relationships are important to the feminine. As women travel the transformational journey of healing the feminine principle we are confronted with the shadow side of relating from a disempowered posture in life. We have believed in a dysfunctional society’s perspective of our own power, or lack of it.

As I focus on my own strengthening and merging of these two aspects of the feminine I recently discovered a shadow side of my relationship with the beloved sisterhood I cherish.

Through much of my transition back to Maui I found myself always in someone else’s world. It took awhile for me to ground and find my home. A home that reflected who I am, and supported me to deepen and play with what I am passionate about. A home that I felt was the outer reflection of my inner world. The wait was well worth it. I had finally grounded in a home that allowed me to invite others into my world.

The joy of feeling the light and fire of my soul manifested in my physical surroundings is exuberant, passionate, and empowering.

One day I had a visitor who obviously struggles with the pain of dimming her light over for a celebration of a mutual friend. What she reflected back to me was a voice within myself that had plagued me long enough, criticizing the joy and passion. Basically, it is not OK to shine your light, feel your joy, exuberance and power.

In the past when that projection of someone’s self criticism has assaulted my passion, fire, I have shrunk and been apologetic for being so bold. This time I stood up to that voice she was embodying and said, “No, I will no longer dim my light because it makes you uncomfortable.”

I realized that a part of me felt my relationships with my women friends are so important that I wouldn’t allow myself to be my full expression, especially if there is any indication that it feels threatening to them. I have dimmed my fire all my life so I would be accepted.

My deepening relationship with my own Pele energy has brought this to the surface as she demands that I no longer apologize for who I am, in all my glorious, wondrous, divine feminine magnificence.

How many of us women are dimming our light fueled by our fire because we don’t want to be rejected? The other side of the dysfunctional coin is how many of us know how to shine this light fueled by our fire that is not wrapped in the package of what we were taught by a society that fears it? How many of us women feel threatened by another who allows this to shine through? How many of us are clean with this energy and know it beyond the perspective of a very old worn out paradigm?

These are good questions to ask ourselves in this season of the fire element. We need our sisterhood. We also need our sexual creative life force energy. We need a different perspective on this energy so we are not threatened by it, so we can fan the flames for one another to shine in our magnificence, offering our gifts to a world that needs them. We need to own this energy with no apologies. Embrace an authentic relationship with it so we are not threatened by another’s expression of their fire. Become masters of this sexual, creative energy so our light can shine and create a society that is aligned with our authentic fire.

Enjoy this summer, enjoy your fire, and allow it to fuel your relationships in a healthy authentic way with no apologies for your magnificence. Allow your fire to burn brightly.

 

Remembering the Sacred Art of Nourishing

Tuesday, November 22nd, 2011

The sacred art of nourishing was practiced in ancient goddess traditions in many forms. It was a way of honoring the sensual pleasures and blessings that came with our physical existence. Nourishing one’s self through food, beauty, touch, sex, music, art and nature is an act of receiving Divine love. The destruction of the goddess cultures has resulted in disconnecting from this sacred art and the belief by many that they are unworthy of this nourishment.

I have met and worked with many women over the years and it has become glaringly apparent to me that just about every woman I’ve known is comfortable with offering nourishment to others. Receiving it is another matter.

I lived in a rather funky little jungle house built into the side of a ridge in the rainforest on Maui. It was an indoor, outdoor lifestyle. The house was all glass on one side overlooking the jungle, with the ocean a short walk away.

I decided to create a day of nourishment for five of my women friends and called it Pele’s Parlor. They gathered one morning at my jungle home for tea from local herbs I had gathered and dried.

We walked down a rutted, dirt road that ended on the cliff of the north shore overlooking the ocean and a special bay. It was whale season so we hung out on the cliff awhile, watching the whales breaching and swimming past. The view was breathtaking. The bay was lined with lava rock that had been ground smooth from the ocean’s constant ebb and flow. I could lie in my bed at home and listen to her roll the rocks back and forth in the stillness of the night. It was her song for the whole neighborhood.

The five of us built a small fire in the shade under a large false almond tree. Then we stripped off our clothes, dove into the ocean waves, and lounged on the warm boulders with the surf crashing around us. I ceremoniously brought out the sacred red dirt harvested from a vein that ran through the cliff, put it in my coconut bowl and added a little ocean water, mixing it into a fine slip. We gathered around and smeared this iron-rich mud all over our bodies. The only thing showing that was not bright red were the rings around our eyes. We basked on the boulders in the sun as the sacred mud drew out toxins and filled us with blood-nourishing iron.

Some women could not help but release their primordial screams as they danced on the rocks, covered in mud with the waves crashing around them. We dove into the ocean and scrubbed off the mud with seaweed, then returned to the fire for a snack in the shade. Each of us ran our fingers over our silky skin—oohing, aahing and feeling primal.

We walked back to the lanai of my jungle house where I had set up a table filled with bowls of avocado, yogurt, papaya, oatmeal and yogurt, breast massage creams, foot massage oils, moisturizers, washcloths and towels.  We gave ourselves facials with the various ingredients and ate the wonderful fruits that grew wild in the jungle, We had bananas, mango, guava, pineapple and coconut.

After awhile, with faces smeared with food, we all went into the kitchen and prepared a meal together giggling, talking story and drinking my wild-crafted tea. We convened back to the lanai and sat around a beautifully-set table with flowers that grew abundantly around the house.

Another woman friend who specializes in the ancient Hawaiian Lomi Lomi massage set up a massage table and altar in the downstairs, outdoor room. Each woman took her turn receiving a massage. Another woman brought her Tarot cards and gave each of us a short reading. We continued to drop deeper into self-nourishment while being filled by our friendship. The image of one of the women sitting on my lanai eating wild guava, tear-streaked face smeared with avocado while she massaged her breasts with oil, will forever be etched in my memory. Her tears flowed with the merged feelings of gratitude for this experience and the deep grief of not feeling worthy of such frivolity.

As the day unfolded every woman had a moment of deep grief woven with joy and ecstasy.  At some point throughout the day, each of us fell into our moment of recognition of the absence of this in our lives. Unanimously the feeling of not deserving nourishment in the form of pure pleasure was expressed by the women as if it came from the same underground pool.

Soon it was dusk. With the candles lit, the Hawaiian music playing, another snack, we all melted into a moment of deep nourishment and self-love. We were full.

The next morning I received a call from the one of the husbands. “I don’t know what you women did yesterday, but a monster left in the morning and a goddess returned.”

 Simple, Sacred & Fun!

If you live on Maui or planning a trip consider a sacred day of nourishment. I am offering a day you can share with friends celebrating a birthday, upcoming wedding, or just being alive.  I will guide you on a hike through one of our valleys, up rivers, or to a waterfall enjoying the ritual of nourishing ourselves on many levels while tapping into our primal selves. There is no describing the journey into the arms of Mother Maui, receiving her deep nourishment when we take the time to check out of our fast paced lives and honor ourselves.

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