Rites of Spring

There is a place that exists up a lush green mountain on a winding dirt road. Gates await your arrival at the top. Some have been through these gates more years than I've been alive. Some are passing for their first time. There is an immediate yearning to come and come again before the work has even begun. The energy is palpable.  There is an immediate release as you pass through these gates. Warm cloaked open arms greet you with a kiss on the cheek.

 As you meet the people who choose to pass through these gates, you soon realize there is a different view from the top of this mountain. It is the kind of view that is opposite of a submarine's periscope. There is this ability to look through the scope of ones eyes and see straight down into their heart. Facades are forgotten. All is shown. The light and the dark are equally accepted here. Both burn just as magnificent as the other. All burn just as brightly as the fire we dance around. Some dance around this fire until the moon becomes the sun. 

While on this mountain, no matter which direction you walk, every path you choose to go down there is this never-ending seemingly natural orchestra that whispers in your ears. They are all invitations; instruments in the distance, deep hearted belly laughs under a tent, chanting within the woods, drums beating at your feet, ancient languages of the motherland, or a merriment of singsong lyrics to learn.

This mountain is the home of great feasts, rituals, fires, witches, dances, fairies, magick, crafts, vikings, mead, art, astrology, healers, its all here, if you believe it, you'll find it, or if you're lucky sometimes it finds you. 

Each one of us is a pillar of love on this mountain, tied, and woven to the tallest pillar of all. The maypole. A web which is weaved with the highest and greatest intention. A conduit of connection to all beings of the earth. 

You are your own master of creation on the crown of this mountain. You have the choice to make the time spent up there exactly what you need.

This mountain offers a deep and direct connection to all the elements on the earth. All the elements within you. 

This is Rites of Spring. 

Blessed Be 

Joshua Tree

Joshua Tree National Park. I feel like I could just let those 4 words be the entire blog post, followed by these photos, mostly because words don't really describe the weekend I spent there. However, I will attempt to articulate the magick that was experienced. 

My dear friends hosted a yoga and hiking retreat that seamlessly wove the elements into the practice throughout the weekends journey. Indian cove camp was the perfect place to quiet the mind, connect, and explore the depth of the elements around us and within each of us. Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Spirit. 

Time was spent hiking the trails, scrambling over rock formations, drumming at the fire circle, singing and chanting, elemental ritual, doing yoga under the expansive sky, solitary meditation, stargazing and howling at the moon, and sharing some fucking tasty meals created by a talented chef, we also may have drank quite a bit of wine too.  The group of people that attended were perfect. Friendships that already existed were deepened, and new friendships were created.  

Thank you for the beautiful reminder that I am a divine spirit. I am connected to all. Namaste. 

Bridal blessing way

To be part of and to witness a blessing way is like being a goddess draped, cuddled, and encircled in a blanket of etherial beauty, high intention, and heavenly nourishment. The ancient ritual of a bridal blessing way honors a woman's transition into a lifetime of love and marriage. A day devoted to sacred love, support, and guidance through the honorary maiden's transition. Women gather to create an enchanted space as a community effort. These goddesses sing, chant, dance, write, eat, offer, encourage, reflect, and share the joys and challenges of marriage, all while massaging, treating, and adorning, the bride to be, as a symbol of how she will continue to bloom and transform as she steps into this new stage in her life. A celebration of honesty, love, admiration, and deep rooted connection like none other.