… May… it has been since September since I have spun my fire fans… the metal feels encouraging, inviting spinning wildly around my dancing form. My vessel exudes remembrance of all the thousands of hours spent carefully drilling sequences in blissful flow states only to set Myselves wildly free whilst they are on fire… round & round they rotate rewinding the months of robotic solitude. Reflecting from this moment of pure joy in play I validate the…
Written 2016 After My 3rd Miscarriage Dancing with Grief. In times of great chaos space is cleared for what is to come. After my third miscarriage last month I am compelled to break the silence about miscarrying… I went searching for answers, for resources for comfort… yet found only hushed terrified mothers drowning in grief on group chats. My vow is to speak openly & lovingly about my miscarriage to inspire others to come forth & do the same.…
Reflections of a Lone Isolated Practitioner One does one's best to welcome the fertility of nature, the scared rebirth of nature & Blessed Beltane in joy enjoying every breath of existence. Many hours have I spent in stillness, deep in the reverence of sit meditation centering in the central column... resetting over & over surrendering into neutrality. In raw honesty I have spent many a May 1st weeping in longing for community I do not have to…