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GaLIA ALENA :: LUNA CARD STORIES

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I died as a mineral and became a plant;

I died as a plant and rose to animal;

I died as animal and I was a man.

Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Rumi

 

I’m in a holding pattern. I’m holding too much, way too much, I hold it so tight that I’m almost crushing it, crushing myself. And it feels so heavy.

Holding on too tight to things that are impossible to hold- life, this moment, today, the past. 

I’m looking for the strength to let it all go, to lay it down to rest, to release it for it is not mine to hold, it never was.

I’m looking for the love and trust to say goodbye, to let it all go.

 

I’m dreaming of a lightness. I’m dreaming of things moving through and out, of twirling and dancing with the moment instead of trying to hold it. I’m dreaming of rest, of feeling fully supported in each moment- I don’t need to do the supporting.

 

I shut my eyes, I feel the earth beneath my feet, she’s soft and warm and willing. She whispers to me to lay it all down. I hesitate, but I know its time. I kiss all the things I’ve been holding, holding way too tight, and I give them over to her, I give them over to the earth where they belong. I place them on the ground and she receives them with such grace, I feel her smiling. She takes it all.

 

I feel the space created, I feel expanded. I sit awhile listening to her sigh- the breath of mama earth. I watch all the things she supports, I see flowers bloom and fade, I see leaves sprout and fall, I see all the life she holds in her depths. I see seasons come and go- she inhales, and she exhales.

 

And she too is supported. The stars, the moon, the sun, they support her- moving rhythmically with her inhale and exhale and I barely in a breath.

 

I inhale, hold, release, let go, empty, expanded, expectant, I inhale and so it goes.

 

“This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.” – Rumi

 

Transient gifts of such wonder. We die with each moment so we may live into the next.

 

A million deaths in this life, a million moments to treasure, to breath in and live into, to exhale and release. Bittersweet cycles of life that teach us the beauty in each delicate moment. The dying in order to be reborn, renewed. The releasing in order to be expanded.  The composting and fertilising, the transformation and metamorphosis, the spiralling, cyclic spinning of life. And in it all the humbling of ourselves into what is so ready to support us for we too are just an exhalation.

 

“Maybe death isn’t darkness, after all, but so much light wrapping itself around us.” ~ Mary Oliver


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Spring. Underestimated and over looked, dismissed as victim, child, pawn in the stories of others yet she is one who moves effortlessly between worlds, and dances in both the light and the shadow. She embodies the movements of life and death with such grace and isn’t scared to shadow mine. Dark feminine goddess, Goddess of Transformation, her gifts are as bountiful as the Spring she heralds.

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DARCEY BLUE :: BEE BALM BLESSINGS in WINTER

THE MEDICINE JOURNEYS: NOURISHMENT AND RITUALS FROM THE PLANTS

Last July, in the warmth and abundance of summer’s glow, I was excitedly gathering and preserving all the Bee Balm I could get my little hands on.  It was overflowing in every drainage of my Northern Arizona forest home.  Its magenta firework flower heads waving gently in the wind, mingling with the white beauty of yarrow, and deep purple spikes of vervain.  They were taller and fatter than any I had ever seen in my 13 years of herbal wandering and medicine making.   For years, oh how I would pray and scour the land hoping to find a stand that was big enough to harvest a few handfuls of the blossoms.  But it was just at the edge of its range, not getting quite enough water to be abundant, it was, in pockets, but as drought wore on, I did see them growing smaller and fewer in Southern Arizona mountain lands.  

 

But it is a hardly mint family perennial, which does happen to transplant fairly well, and I was able to start a little patch in my garden.  But here, on the Colorado plateau, conditions are ideal for my friend bee balm.  And I was swimming in an abundance of it, with so much gratitude.  Because along with winter soups and hot steamy rooty herbal brews, bee balm is one of my go to winter allies, and oh- it is winter now! The freezing temperatures have taken all my herbs in the garden to sleep, and the land is covered over in snow, all I can pick these days is pinon and juniper (which do make nice brews themselves and are quite medicinal and wonderful in winter too!)  But the blessing of summer, is the abundance of winter stores....especially from my sweet and spicy friend Bee Balm.  Also known as Monarda, and sometimes goes by bergamot, oregano de la sierra, or sweet leaf, it is monarda fistulosa var. menthaefolia to which I am offering this ode.  There are many varieties of monarda, red flowered m. didyma grows in many gardens across the country, and there are countless other wild and spicy spp varying by region.

 

Just like its favored name in this region, oregano de la sierra, (mountain oregano), it has a delightful and strong oregano taste, aroma and spice.  And it is so lovely included in winter soups, stews, meat rubs, and sauces.  It is even delicious as a piquant and intense pesto when made in summer fresh, and frozen for later months.  But in addition to its yumminess as a wild spice and food, its medicinal value is unparalleled.   I could pare down my apothecary to just 10-15 herbs, and this is one I would NOT forgo.

 

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Bee Balm flower infused honey is a winter dream stirred into hot tea or water, soothing a sore throat, easing a cough or combating winter infections  I always make sure to have a jar of bee balm honey made from the bright pink flowers, and besides, who can resist something so beautiful?  You can make bee balm vinegar which is medicinal and tasty to sprinkle on beans and rice as well, leaving the beautiful flowers in the jar, or to use in salad dressings.


I also tincture up loads of the fresh leaves and flowers for an infection kicker outer.  Seriously, I haven’t ever seen this stuff not make a huge difference in varying forms of bacterial infections- be it a sinus infection, stomach flu, UTI, strep throat, and even vaginal yeast infections.  Much like the oregano oil sold in stores, it has many similar compounds and aromatic oils, but in a form that is far more tolerable to the body, and just as effective without burning your mucous membranes.  Typically if I’m working on treating infections at home, I take my herbal allies of choice hourly, or at the least every two.  Frequency is key here.  And i have noted over and over that infections treated effectively at home with herbs dramatically improve within 24-36 hrs, and fully resolve in about 4-5 days.  If that is not the case, then I tend to err on the side of caution and get medical assistance.  Especially if you are working with a client, friend or child.  Sometimes switching up the herbs or adding others to the protocol helps too.  For bee balm, 1 dropper hourly usually does the trick, and I often blend it with other helpers, like Alder, Usnea, Yarrow or Oregon Grape Root, or even with Elderberries if I’m dealing with a viral cold or flu.


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Bee Balm leaf and flower tea is just as effective at kicking the infectious bugaboos out, but the taste is quite strong and for many people unpalatable to intolerable, it is both spicy, hot, and medicinal tasting in tea blends.  Mixing it with lots of peppermint can take the edge off, but go slow with this form if you want to get your friends and family to love and use bee balm.  I generally include it in a warming, stimulating, sweat inducing diaphoretic tea blend at the first sign of a cold, sniffle, cough or flu.  Also when dealing with UTI or gut infections more fluids are effective.

1 pt  bee balm

1 pt yarrow

1 pt elderflower

3 pt peppermint

Steep 10 min and sip as hot as possible. Add honey if desired.


Raising the body temperature and supporting a healthy fever response is an effective way to treat winter illnesses.  Most bacterial and viral infections cannot continue to live and reproduce at temperatures higher than 99℉ in the body.  A fever is a sign the body is doing its job to combat the infection, not a sign that things are getting worse.  Granted, a fever that gets too hot can be uncomfortable (though the dangers may be overstated, check this out from Seattle Childrens Hospital), and using gentle diaphoretic herbs can help to open the pores and break the fever, bringing the temperature down just enough.  Gargling with the luke warm tea or even the tincture mixed in warm saline is a wonderful sore throat remedy, the whole plant is high in tissue numbing essential oils, similar to cloves.  I do also use the tea or tincture as a skin wash or compress for infections, boils, or fungus like athletes foot, ringworm, etc.  Also, used as a sinus steam, dried leaves crumbled into hot water, and inhaled, is an effective way to treat sinus woes, while taking tincture internally as well.


That all said, it’s one of those herbs you can just keep around, and put it in your food, and give yourself a sinus steam with, or add a muslin bag full in your bath, or just drizzle infused honey in your tea every day.  It’s safe, it’s rather yummy, and one of those plant friends you just want to play with every day or so during the cold season. It is a very heating herb, so folks who tend to get overheated or run hot may want to use it in moderation on a day to day basis.


 Every time I look at those beautiful honey blossoms or sprinkle the fragrant leaves in my soup, I remember the glow and abundance of summer, and it warms my spirit and my body.  And I’ve turned to it so often in my herbal practice and day to day living experiences with infections, and I’ve seen it do amazing work, reliably.  And if it is not a plant that grows near where you live, it is easy to grow in a garden space, and can take quite a bit of heat and drought and still be potent and will grow back each winter from the spreading roots.  Noting, that as a mint family plant, it does tend to spread, so give it a nice roomy patch to grow, and you’ll have medicine to last for years to come!


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THE SACRED BLUEPRINT {part 2 of 3} :: THE WHEEL OF THE YEAR

Welcome to Moon 5: New Moon in Sagittarius. 

Today we are continuing our exploration of The Sacred Blueprint, a trinity of cyclical time measurements that give structure to our days, months and years. The rhythms of the earth and the rhythms of our bodies are deeply aligned - this is the original imprint of how we experience the passing of time.

 

It is very easy to lose track of these natural cycles in the thick fog of techno soup we live in. When you begin tracking the Sacred Blueprint with conscious intention, you are returning to a template of wholeness that was always there to begin with. 

{For MOONRISE|13 sisters, aligning with the Sacred Blueprint will give you a living and breathing framework to help you bring your lunar intentions and solar projections deeper into your bones, weaving cyclical time into the very fabric of your being}

 

The Wheel of the Year and the Four Seasons

 

“Never does nature say one thing and wisdom another.” Juvenal

 

Unless you live near the equator, you will experience shifts and changes in climate and light throughout the course of a calendar year due to the trajectory of earth’s movement around the sun. We label these shifts the four Seasons: Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer. This demarcation leads us to believe that they are distinct from one another, and while it is true that the Solstices & Equinoxes mark the “official” beginnings and endings to a season, you’ll begin to notice that the seasons tend to overlap. Meaning, Winter will often arrive before the actual Winter Solstice. And Spring will come early some years. There is a lot of fluidity because Mother Nature, while quite ordered, is also free to change things up at her whim.

 

I’m sharing from the lens of my geographical experience, which is in the Northern Hemisphere - the SF bay area in California to be exact. Wherever you live will determine how the seasons manifest for you. If you are in the Southern Hemisphere you will be on the opposite end of the spectrum from the Northern Hemisphere - our spring/summer is your autumn/winter, etc.

 

I’m not a gardener, but I am a plant person. As I observe the life cycles of different plants in my yard and neighborhood, I am witnessing the rhythms of transformation over and over: beginning, blooming, ending and beginning again. The plants remind me that the only constant is change, and that attachment to any one state will lead to stagnation. This is a simple yet profound spiritual truth. Like the plants, the seasons offer me a model that mirrors my own process of internal and external growth, release and change.

 

The Wheel of the Year

The Wheel of the Year is a earth-based spirituality tradition celebrating the cycles of the earth/sun dance throughout a calendar year. On the Wheel of the Year, eight major seasonal holidays are celebrated: Winter & Summer Solstice, Spring & Autumn Equinox and four “cross-quarter” holidays which fall between the Solstices and Equinoxes. The exact dates of Solstices and Equinoxes may vary a bit from year to year; they generally fall somewhere between the 20th and the 23rd of the calendar month.

 

I use these earth/sun based holy days like points on a compass. For me, the seasons aren’t really about the climate, but the quality and amount of light that is ever changing - retreating, returning and retreating again. I contemplate and celebrate the themes of the season with simple gestures: lighting candles; gathering flowers, seed pods, pinecones and other treasures from the natural world to bring inside and put on my altars; eating local and seasonal foods from the farmer’s market. My energy levels, sleep patterns and food cravings tend to shift with the seasons as well.

 

Connecting with the flow of the Sacred Blueprint is an ancient dance. It is old, but not outworn. It is a remembrance. Whether or not you celebrate the earth based holy days, you can easily notice and acknowledge the way the light changes throughout the solar year. You can observe your own energetic flows rising and falling throughout both the lunar month and the solar year.

 

Taking it a step further, you can begin to create self-care practices that are tailored to your constitution and the elemental energies of whatever season you are in. For instance, I find myself engaging in the practice of warm oil massage more often in the autumn and winter. I tend to be cold and dry during these times, and so replenishing in my body what is lacking from my environment becomes a priority.

 

The Wheel of the Year and Psycho-Spiritual Development

 

When viewing the Wheel of the Year through the lens of psycho-spiritual development, we honor the connection between the seasons in nature and the corresponding seasons of our life, both literally and metaphorically. We’ll explore this concept deeper next Moon with the Medicine Wheel and the Four Directions. Until then, I’m sending you Solstice blessings as we celebrate the return of the light.

 

The Flow

  • Winter Solstice/Yule: December 20-23
  • Imbolc/Candlemas: February 1/2
  • Spring Equinox/Eostar: March 20-23
  • Beltane/Mayday: April 30/May 1
  • Summer Solstice/Lithia:June 20-23
  • Lammas/Lughnasad: July 31/August 1
  • Fall Equinox/Mabon: September 20-23
  • Halloween/Samhain: October 31/November 1

 

The Wheel of the Year aligns beautifully with the Lunar Cycle 

 

  • New Moon = Winter Solstice/Yule
  • Crescent Moon = Imbolc/Candlemas
  • First Quarter Moon = Spring Equinox/Ostara
  • Gibbous Moon = Beltane/MayDay
  • Full Moon = Summer Solstice/Litha
  • Disseminating Moon = Lammas/Lughnasadh
  • Last Quarter Moon = Fall Equinox/Mabon
  • Balsamic Moon = Halloween/Samhain

 

Coming next month:

Moon 6 | New Moon in Capricorn

The Sacred Blueprint{part three of three}
The Medicine Wheel and the Four Directions


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DARCEY BLUE - SEED MEDICINE

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When everything becomes fuzzy and returns to its essential nature...

 

I’ve been gathering and gathering the seeds falling from the pines, pinyon nuts, daily.  I’ve been shaking loose the fragrant fruits of juniper. I’ve been shaking the fuzzy branches of Rabbitbush as I pass them on my walks, to loose those winged seeds flying.  I have been pulling on the browned tops of vervain and sprinkling the tiny little seeds along my daily trails. I harvested my precious Robins Egg Navajo maize after the tall stalks turned brown and dry.

 

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Tis the season of seeds, forming, falling, flying.  Storing the most essential nature of the plants intelligence, its soul directive.  And within each seed, tiny or large, is the abundant substance to sustain the seed through winter, and then sprout it into the damp earth and stretch upward toward the sun.

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Plants have no doubts or questions about their purpose, their shape, their unique imprint to live out in and through the world.  Though there are many individuals within one species of plant, each one grows in its own unique way.  And its message and its potential is stored within that seed.

 

I’ve been thinking a lot about my soul purpose in this life, and how for much of our early years we are busy creating a life, doing the deeds to make a living, raise the kids, or fit in with our chosen community.  (Even if all these things are aligned for us)  At some point, life, spirit, our soul, runs into that season, when things begin to solidify, or go totally fuzzy, sometimes both at the same time.  We arrive at this season of autumn, of beginning to turn to the downward, inward, earthward, soul journey.    This season of our lives, or even just of the year, asks us to let go, strip down all that extra stuff in place to create what we call our life, and return to our essence, our soul essence.  The SEED of who we are and what we are here to do.

 

The last weeks, and if I’m honest, the last year has a been a long journey to return to my essence and true nature.  To learn to let go of the trappings I’ve created for my ego - to feel valued, appreciated, safe - all the roles, all the identifications, all the shoulds, even some of the dreams and hopes I’ve held on to for my life.  

 

What is my essence beyond my work as an herbalist?  What is my nature beyond the biophysical drive to partner and mother? What is my soul directive to express in the world in this lifetime?  

 

A few days ago I found a pinyon nut that had fallen to the soil, cracked open and sprouted.  A tiny little mini pine tree sprout, perfect, with each cell knowing exactly how to express itself, toward the earth and toward the sun.  The seed providing the impetus and the nourishment and then, cracking open to express itself.   It seemed out of season, but it spoke to me deeply.  

 

I keep picking up all these seeds, thinking about letting go of how and what I’ve been blooming my energy into, and becoming the pure potential of the next season, and deeper expression of my soul.

 

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>>> click to download your medicine journeys journal prompts <<<

 

Go, and find some seeds.  Acorns, or hazelnuts, or corn, or pinyon, or sunflower or tiny mustard seed.  Gather them.  Ask them to speak to you.  Each completely unique, a package of unique genetic expression.  Speak to different kinds of seeds.  What does the sunflower say?  And what does the acorn say?  The tiny poppy seed vs the corn kernel?  

 

What can the seeds tell you about your essential nature?  What does the season of fuzzy falling seeds tell you about letting go of what your ego has created?

 

When you sit in silence in nature, watching all this, what message does your soul speak to you?  What is the SEED within you, begging to break open and express in this world your gift?

 

It may not have anything to do with your work or your roles, or your current hopes and dreams.  

 

Take these seeds to your bed, place them all in a little pouch and wear them around your neck.  Ask the seeds to teach the seed within you.  Ask for these soul directives to reveal in dreams.  

If it feels scary, or makes you want to cry, or asks more than you think you have, you may be onto something.

 

I don’t think this is something that necessarily happens in an instant, or even one season.  I’ve been stripping down for a few years, letting go of things, piece by piece, and feel as if I’m only just beginning to see and sense the essential seed nature within me, waiting to be expressed.  But it is enough, as we move into the new moon,  that I’ve made a new commitment, an investment, and a promise to my soul, to each day move closer and toward this essential soul expression.

 

What step can you engage to move toward your soul and essential nature?

 

>>> click to download your medicine journeys journal prompts <<<


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GALIA ALENA :: 13 MOONS READING


>>> Dark {Shaman’s} Moon: 25th of November (Sagittarius) <<<

Full moon in Gemini

Moon Energy: Transformation, shadow work and releasing the past, gratitude, reflection and integration.

 


Our dear friend Galia pulls cards in deep ceremony, often from her garden in Australia, & always invoking the 5 elements of Air, Fire, Water, Earth & Spirit. Her readings are sometimes joined by animal guides, while she pulls from many years of intuitive practice with the Holy Trinity of Animal, Plant & Stone. For those looking to work with the lunar cycles in 2016, her readings will bring an important mirror to the path.

Get Galia's personalized reading for the year, 13 Moons, including a PDF of your reading, audio & a photograph of the cards drawn, here

xx, Maya 


visual poet. beauty unveiler, light huntress, moment caresser, visionary.
Ultimately, all of my work is about helping people peel back the layers to experience the intense beauty of each moment allowing access to both their intuitive wisdom and a deeper connection to spirit and self. 
    

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INSIDE #BRIGHTLIVELIHOOD :: ZOE TRYON & NINA GUALINGA

ZOE TRYON + NINA GUALINGA. AMAZON ACTIVISTS. BELOVED EMPRESS TIDES SISTERS. 

{Each week we give you a glimpse into MOONRISE|13 by highlighting the work of beloveds from our real-life community of creative Earth, culture & community keepers.}

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INSIDE #BRIGHTLIVELIHOOD :: RAISING SOCIAL ENTREPRENEURS, CHANGEMAKERS & ACTIVISTS

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Obviously the current global economy is a reflection of board rooms without mothers & children: a kind of vacant leadership that's left their beloveds in search of their fortune. And now there is such movement around "The New Economy." I've long rejected this phrase, which is mostly useful for it's ability to point us away from the crises, & towards better language & wide awake ways - and there are so, so many. 

I adore the language, & pretty much everything, actually, about the Evolving & Emerging Economies Jam. There are so many ancient, exquisite & sustainable forms of exchange evolving (like sisterly potlucks where someone gets $1k, for interest-free, trust-based loans, & local-business bartering), along with new, emergent technologies that do a few, simple, but mind boggling things, like dematerializing (think instagram: no film. no cameras. no paper. it's just an app!), demonetizing (think of the original facebook: it was free in all the ways), & democratizing (think uber: nearly anyone can become a driver & suddenly have a business. or air bnb: have room? have rental). We have every extreme of possible solutions, so it's an exciting time. At Jams, we create mini, week-long versions of the world we want to live in, by joining in small groups with diverse concerns & leadership, to unpack our life + work, & create deep, lasting relationships. Many of my closest friends & long-time collaborators were seeded in this expansive circle, 65 countries-deep. 

Inline with right practice, we bring our mothers & children to the board room table. Or rather, we meet outside. At the river, on the deck, under the trees, and at the food table. We bring our retreat into living economy conferences like BALLE & Bioneers. We learn from & present to the larger community. The mothers & fathers (alongside our brothers & sisters) work, often with the important tools of voice, strings + percussion. And the children are close. Isn't that delicious? Yes. Economy-building informed by the real needs of  many generations. Because we are all accountable to each other.

So...on raising wee world stewards, baby bioneers, & future founders:

I think the formula's pretty simple. Give them nature. Give them community. Then stand back & watch how they do it.  

 first business: they take off. "slow down! come back?&nbsp;goodbye, guys."

first business: they take off. "slow down! come back? goodbye, guys."

 they made nests of fallen lichen + love as offerings

they made nests of fallen lichen + love as offerings

 they inspected rock bottoms for snail &amp; frog eggs...

they inspected rock bottoms for snail & frog eggs...

...and debated the ethics of bringing them home...

 they explored lifecycles, &amp; the needs of each species. they captured &amp; shot wildlife - with their cameras.&nbsp;

they explored lifecycles, & the needs of each species. they captured & shot wildlife - with their cameras. 

 they played with shadow, made rock cairns,&nbsp;gathered &amp; sniffed bouquets of pennyroyal, +&nbsp;other luscious bankweeds.

they played with shadow, made rock cairns, gathered & sniffed bouquets of pennyroyal, + other luscious bankweeds.

 they found tools. and began planning in itty bitty community.

they found tools. and began planning in itty bitty community.

 they reminded me that nature is first nature, &amp; walked right into all of it.

they reminded me that nature is first nature, & walked right into all of it.

 they took over the tea bar &amp; savored every second of break time.

they took over the tea bar & savored every second of break time.

 they dipped their toes into a thriving ecology.&nbsp;

they dipped their toes into a thriving ecology. 

 they listened to the mysterious rush, then roar, as a doe &amp; buck made their way down the cliff.

they listened to the mysterious rush, then roar, as a doe & buck made their way down the cliff.

 they dipped nets to catch fish, which, in my mind, is a birthright, right?

they dipped nets to catch fish, which, in my mind, is a birthright, right?

 they owned the path. because we were all born On Purpose.

they owned the path. because we were all born On Purpose.

 they shared living discoveries

they shared living discoveries

 they did some things they weren't really "supposed" to do. and celebrated it.

they did some things they weren't really "supposed" to do. and celebrated it.

 they formed, &amp; then stormed, as humans like to do.

they formed, & then stormed, as humans like to do.

 and together, they made home.

and together, they made home.

Sure, there's no guarantees. Entrepreneurs, for certain, have  specific DNA that loves risks & rewards. But, the new leadership isn't given by individual rewards & personal drive. We are remembering how to be together, & to build initiatives where the most important product is the well-being of the community landscape. Give them a dedicated gathering, & they definitely show up. I know for myself that I am changed.

Watch this space, as I bring you stories of the Jamily, & other examples of {b}right livelihood. 

Inspired by the ones that still act like themselves. 

Loki, Mari, Siddhi, Bodhi, Kingston, Nia, Mekhi, Ani & Lake. Sigh. You guys. Are just so awesome.

And dedicated to the mamas that trusted me to stay close. Thank you, Nika, Chinyere & Ruth! I just love them. 

xx, Maya


Maya Hackett  

Curious. Grateful. Delighted. Pollinator.
  Moves towards life, beauty, magic. Head on Earth, listening for what's needed. Transforms, sharing your light offline, at impossible speeds. Home birthing, urban*steading, unschooled mom of four. Fashion stylist, publisher. Fundraiser, multi-founder. Legacy Architect. Sleeps in the sea, for clarity + support. Gratefully collects minute bits of grace, spins it out as community caramel. With blessed help of thousands, On Purpose.

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ANGELIQUE ARROYO :: SACRED BOUNDARIES. PART 4

 *Publisher's Note: We are thrilled to share this *free* thinking toolkit, a lunar year of Sacred Boundaries shared weekly,&nbsp;grounded in Angelique's many years as an activist,&nbsp;herbalist,&nbsp;community trainer,&nbsp;and SisterKeeper. She's a medical advocate for sexual assault victims, social justice &amp;&nbsp;anti-racism facilitator,&nbsp;holding monthly Red Tents &amp; the online School for Medicine Womyn. &nbsp;More than this, Angelique is a dear friend that has fiercely supported our global community sisterhood, for years, now. This is family medicine. *Weekly* -M

*Publisher's Note: We are thrilled to share this *free* thinking toolkit, a lunar year of Sacred Boundaries shared weekly, grounded in Angelique's many years as an activist, herbalist, community trainer, and SisterKeeper. She's a medical advocate for sexual assault victims, social justice & anti-racism facilitator, holding monthly Red Tents & the online School for Medicine Womyn.  More than this, Angelique is a dear friend that has fiercely supported our global community sisterhood, for years, now. This is family medicine. *Weekly*
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Sacred Boundaries For Self

 

We’ve been engaged in sacred boundaries in the sphere of the sacred, last time you created a collage that maps where you are at. In my work as an activisionary we talk about what it would look like to live outside of the striving/or the struggle. This very time driven existence that demands that we stick every experience into a formula for action, how do we unplug from that very formulaic why into the beingness of our own experience. I often share with folks when I provide a structure for movement that if it prevents you from actually doing it, drop it. Let it go. While parts of our human experience desire to name and label, it is not always in our best interest. Can you engage and set boundaries around the sacred for its own sake, without a prefabricated trending agenda? Can you dance in the tension of creating space for the unknown to be nourished? Why unknown? Because you can’t assign a name to that which has many and is none. In that space you will find solace and fullness because it holds capacity for all of you. 

 

I recommend you put together all these parts and read it again but all at once. When you are done…gather your sacred space making tools, be sure to ground and plug in. Grounding through your root chakra and plugging in through your crown, this stabilizes movement as energy and messages flow. When ready engage in the following questions…allow silence and stillness.

 

What have the boundaries around your practice in relationship to the sacred been?

 

What is in need of repair and reframing? Listen for what the essence in you needs at this season for nourishment..these messages come not from the thought but from plugging into the sacred current. 

 

What is coming up?…I imagine this piece of myself as a being and I often start with a teary I’m so sorry, I love you. This happens because I recognize that for me it can get so busy and move so fast. There are times I choose the busy over the slow..over the sacred, ”I can’t stop this must get done”. Or sometimes the plan gets in the way and that is when I know, I need to let go. My offering are my tears and a heart hungry to just sit and be. 

 

I Wait

I wait for you at the edges

I watch in tearful expectation, maybe today

Maybe today you’ll be with me…

I don’t want you to do..anything, just be with me

When you lay down exhausted and feel a warm sensation envelope you, that’s me loving on you

I don’t fit into the boxes or the list, or the next asana sequence  

I’m the hunger inside that makes you cry at mountains and weep at flowers

I watch you as you try to learn some new way to engage me..but all I want is for you to be with me

I have the answers you’re looking for

I’ve tried to tell you they are within

What am I? I am the galaxy in a cell 

I am the rush of rivers

I am the ecstasy in the release of an orgasm

I am the breath of a baby

I am night sky

I am the sunrise

I am the twinge in your chest that squeezes tight at the morning light

I am waiting for you….

I am the essence that holds the secrets of the universe and I dwell in you

I wait 

 

Now go into your Moonrise planner and plug in the space to meet with your sacred essence and guard those boundaries. This is very important…if you need to put up mantras or prayers to remind you of the why this matters, do so. And when not if, but when you loose your way and the rush of the day takes over…come repair your boundaries and mend the fence. Come home.

 

Next stop Sacred Boundaries for Self….xo


Angelique Arroyo Medicine Womyn: Guidess, Healer + ActiVisionary

Phone: 7172952547
Email: SchoolforMedicineWomyn@gmail.com
Website: www.AngeliqueArroyo.com

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FOR OUR GRANDMOTHERS. BY MARYBETH BONFIGLIO

As the summer sun begins to wane, I think of death.

Not just because the moon begins to reign and the leaves are already falling on the ground in layers of crunch, but because I am taken deeper into my own mythologies. I am asked to look within and sit face to face with the stories I have been telling myself in the season of this sun. 

As I go in, I get closer to all things.  What was laid to rest behind me.  And what is laying itself out in front of me.  And where I am right now.

I get closer to who I am, but also closer to those whose bones and blood have brought me here.  I get to listen to the grandmother’s song inside me. Awakening. 

* * * 

I have never met my grandmothers.  This is a loss I cannot explain and do not have words for. I hear stories that my many siblings tell.  The red nails. The red lips. The not a lick of English. The way heels clicked across the hardwood floors. Ruffled aprons and housecoats..  Homemade provisions. 6 layer high birthday cakes. Shrines to the mother everywhere. The tell me stories in soundbytes and memories.

But I never knew them. I never knew the smell of their clothes.  The loose skin around their elbows.  The inflections in their voices.  I never knew the love of a mother who gave birth to my mother. Or who held me in her own womb when I was a fully formed egg in my mothers growing body.

There is a hole in my heart. I won’t lie. It’s a gap in my story.

I always wanted a grandmother.

A grandma.  To love me. To spoil me.  To teach me the ways of the Old Country. 

I feel like knowing them would have helped me figure out along the way who I am. Why I am the way I am.  There is a story missing from my blood that holds the key to mystery.  Who were these women? Who were the ones that came before them? Before them? Who did they sing songs to? What did they stir over the fire? How did they heal? Why did they flee? Who did they leave behind? 

My oldest daughter is arriving closer to the time of her own blood. Her own moon. She steps into the spiral that leads her to womanhood and I want to give her ancestry.  I want to give her stories.  I will pull them from behind me so she can carry on the magic pass it on. And on. And on. These stories will continue to heal. 

As the daughter of first generations who were trained very well to let go of the Old Country and embrace La Merica with pride, the stories of my blood got very lost, hidden, silenced.  I always felt I carried the unbearable weight of not knowing. 

I wanted to know. Something. I didn’t even know what I wanted to know.

But I knew there was something looking for me. And I was looking for it.  We are looking for each other. 

One time I went to a psychic or medium or whatever you want to call them and it was when I was really ‘in it’ with the baby/breastfeeding years.  And she said: You have a very strong line of women behind you.  Some of them are your bloodline.  Some of them are your lifeline. But they are there. And they want you to know them.  They want you to hear the songs they are singing to you and your children.  These are your grandmothers.  And you are meant to work with them.

This is the work of our blood, the bones and land and water of where we come from. This matters. It does.  Even if we have to make it up.  Even if we to re-tell the stories.  These stories matter.

We all need the grandmothers.

The grandmothers want to be heard.

The grandmothers are the ones who are guiding us into our new state of being. Of living. Of honoring the moon, and the daughters, of ourselves, and of our wombs. The Earth.

This is something I believe in fully.

I believe now is the time.

* * *

When I decided that honoring the roots, creating future roots, was very important to me, I began to learn everything I could about the land my grandmother’s were born on.  One on a mystery Island and the other against the Baltic sea.  These places held unseen treasures and scrolls and temples of stories and myth and uprising and family.  But it was all left behind for a new and better world.

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Instead of relying on the real thing, because there really isn’t a real thing-  {the story of the grandmothers of our bones is infinite and constantly flexible} - I just dove into myth.  I dove into how I felt.  All the reasons I am who I am because of the women before me.  I told myself stories of their lives as young girls, as lovers, as birthing mothers.  I tried to transport myself to their original soil by devouring every ounce of Sicilian {which involves Syrian, Greek, African and Egyptian} as well as Lithuanian/Polish history that I could find.  Myths, tales, legends, trade routes, foods, riots, religions, every last bit of it.  We have all been colonized.  We have all lost our roots, the anchoring into the Original Medicine we were promised was taken from us.  We have all been stolen from and the ways of the grandmother have been appropriated, bought, sold, and re-told as lies or else hidden so far underground and the tools are unknown. But not really. We have them. We are the tools to unearth the healing.

We are here to tell the stories of the unheard.  To be a voice for the pilgrimage of the righteous feminine that came before us.  We are the ones the Grandmothers have been waiting for.  We are the ones that are on the journey of becoming grandmothers ourselves.  How will we hold that space?  We must heal and learn from the roots before us.  This blood holds great wisdom.

* * *

The joto {a term from the African continent, that I feel speaks so well to this} is a layer of spiritual intelligence handed down from ancestors to us.  The joto is like the guardian spirit of the person living, tapping into the bones and blood of what has come before.  I believe that ancestor reverence, especially for the feminine bloodline, holds an important place for the future of our new belief systems and for the birthing a new world into being, a world that heals the earth and heals our wombs, a world so good that we know it can be true.

I believe that working with our bloodlines, our motherlines {and fatherlines} is crucial for releasing the karma of what we hold that is not ours as well as for tapping into the most powerful, protective and healing magic that is ours.

Working with Grandmother energy is learning to work with what is existing at another level.  We ask both for their guidance and help them release anything they carry so they can move into infinite bliss, communicate with clarity, and enjoy the re-birthing process. We can actually play a part in calling something ancient into a new being. Allowing the release into the great cosmic ash.

And more than anything, we tap into the feminine at levels beyond the physical, but that once were physical.  Our grandmother line may indeed be the blood that still courses in our bodies, but it may be blood from other sources, it may not be genetically familial to us.   But does it matter? We are all related, we are all relations, we are all connected- through the moon + the womb. Don’t get stuck on whose blood is guiding you.  We are One Blood.

Work on reconnecting the roots and aligning yourself with The Grandmothers who are ready to help us help ourselves heal the world ::


|| Altar creating || {very simple}

The Light of The Grandmother


Using a small or large space, trace a circle and in the center place a photo of a grandmother, an elder, a wise women that you long to tap into, to listen to, to speak with, to find wisdom from.  You can form a true circle around the photos with rocks or other material, or you can keep it energetic.

On the four corners give offerings in alignment with their culture.  Find out their drinks, their food, their soil, their elements.  This may be the same as your own blood, but maybe you are pulled to another type of grandmother-line.  Spend time at this altar and kneel in front of it, close your eyes, and breathe.  Listen. Listen. Listen. 

It is that simple.  This is your space of ancestry work.  You can always get more elaborate.  {If you want to find our more you can sign up for my newsletter at marybethbonfiglio.com to continue to learning more involved altars and ritual around this work}


|| Writing + Living Roots ||


*Make a list of all the deceased women in your family that you can remember by name.  This list can also be included on your Light Of The Grandmother altar.

*Make a list of deceased women that you honor and respect, that you feel are teachers to you, regardless if related to you.  Add these to your altar as well.

*Write down any stories or memories that you have been told or heard about your motherlines {your motherlines also includes your father’s motherline}

*Find elders that you feel a connection with.  Interview them. They may be family members or maybe they are not.  Listen to these stories as wisdom of the bones.

*Tell your daughter a story about the wise women in you life, a story of a grandmother or an aunt, or a relation.  Or find a story from your culture {or beyond} and share it with your daughter or with a child, relation or not. 

*Spend time writing stories about the things in your space.  Where do some pieces you hold and display come from? What are their stories? Tell the stories about the women who may or may not be connected to each piece.  I am talking art, decor, clothes, nature outside.  This is a creative writing endeavor, there is no right or wrong.  Write poetry about what is around you and connect it all to the great mothers.

*Write a story about a women who is spiritually with you.  You may know her.  You may not.  But you feel her.  Who is she? Give her a name.  Give her a purpose.  Give her your time and your honor. 


May you and your relations always communicate in peace and honor.  May the bloodlines be healed.  May you find your motherline teachers. May the moon be revered.  May the waters be respected.  May the Earth be given more life.  May the Grandmothers be heard.  Blessed will it all be.


MaryBeth Bonfiglio

writer. mother. speaker. creator. 

 amulet co-publisher. earth-trained herbalist. ancestry schooled tarot reader. co-host of a podcast about love.

 

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