by Crystal Dawn Walker
Birthing is a messy process and re-birthing oneself into a new way of being in the world can potentially be even messier. Physical birth includes emotions, physical exertion, and multiple body fluids, while psychological rebirthing includes reviewing emotional baggage, mopping up outworn juicy assumptions, behaviors, and preconceived notions, as well as engagement with one’s shadow self.
My current rebirthing pertains to graduate school, which feels on one hand like a recycling of my young adult self—who became lost into the mists of time—and on the other hand, a renewing and revitalizing of myself onto a higher octave within the spiral of my life. Through this new academic soul searching and occasionally gut wrenching process, I have ended my first graduate year successfully as a Priestess and as Queen of myself. No small feat! Continue reading "Rebirthing myself into a Priestess-Queen & Founder of a 50+ Women’s Village"
By Carolyn Lee Boyd
In Joan’s time, tranquility, prosperity and contentment were as newly abundant as the ocean while kindness and compassion were as commonplace as air. Still, Joan dreamt over and over of a tormented woman staring through hazy torchlight into the sanctuary of a cave held deep inside a mountain. Painted horses raced around the walls, unchained from the stone, while Paleolithic dancers circled round and round an altar in the center, their heels pounding grooves into the stone floor.
The woman stood apart from them and wept, her hands covering her face, holding herself back from running into the realm of the ecstatic celebrants. Finally, the woman faded into nonexistence, the horses leapt back onto the wall, and the people’s dance unwound until they, too, dissipated. As the last dancer dissolved into invisibility, she revealed someone else in the cave, a woman shaman who was just finishing a painting of a female figure whose radiant eyes knew the beginning of human time. When the cave was empty, Joan awoke.
Joan knew from the standing woman’s clothing that she was from the dreaded, revered, almost mythical 21st century and she shared her consciousness, as one sometimes does in a dream. When the woman’s adrenaline spiked in Joan’s veins, Joan understood that the woman’s distress was not simply a momentary anomaly, as it most often was in her own time, but rather was a constant layered state of being suffered by everyone all the time in that era of the past. Violence, repression, environmental disaster, disease, and hunger were always only a few steps away in the woman’s everyday life, so present that she was usually not aware of her constant anxiety. The woman did not yet know that her generations’ vision and courage had won the people of Joan’s century a lifetime of waking up each morning knowing that today everyone would be safe, fed, sheltered, and free. Continue reading "Remember Who You Really Are"