Severing bonds/ Clearing ritual at Muir Beach marking a year cycle of freedom from marriage. A rite of passage that marks a transition and an incorporation.
Writing flowed effortlessly the previous night. I gave myself permission to express any and all feelings, without censorship. Reflecting and honoring the lessons learned and gifts (including those that came out of challenges & struggle) received from this relationship.
The papers were placed overnight on my altar at the feet of Kuan Yin.
Early rise and daily morning prayer love practices. Overcast inner and outer weather, tender body.
Answered the afternoon call and off I went to Muir Beach.
Easy drive. Conscious breath. Relaxed body.
Blue sky. A hawk is flying, overseeing the big picture as well as foreseeing every details… I notice this omen, this subtle expression of the existence of the sacred. Omen are for me apparent miracles that are part of the essence of awakening.
Blue steady waves, a light breeze. My senses are alive and receptive.
I slow down.
Warmth, support and heartistry welcome me at the writer’s cottage, home of my beloved friend Britt Barrett.
The monkey mind shows up and a moment of resistance arises. I voice and reveal it. Transparency is the path to liberation.
The garden holds ground for many colors and fragrances for us to play and create.
Lavender, rose and nasturtium are the chosen ones for the puja.
Hands at work, laughters, spoken words, soft tears, silence, breath. The sun is shining. My body is tingling, happy. The communion with the earth has quieted my mind.
Off to the beach. I undress and lay down. Britt, the gate keeper and space holder chants the Gayatri mantra…an enchanted moment!
I will always remember.
The cold ocean receives my naked body and washes away all residues of resistance. I am ready. Two men walk by with their canoe and we hear them say… “This is a special spot”. Noticing this omen, as well. Yes, indeed. It is a special spot.🙂
A fire pit already there, offers its service. We sit. The wind picks up and blows strongly. Britt tends to the fire that refuses to cooperate at first, but then suddenly big flames emerge and time is of the essence. Crumpled paper balls are fed to the fire that devours them quickly and swiftly.
In the blink of an eye, paper turns to ashes, an out breath is expressed. Release takes place with ease. Joy is here.
Another part of myself is reclaimed. I am a work in progress, humbled by this process.
Another sacred movement moment in time, shared and lived with love and consciousness.
This is the way of the Priestess Lover. I feel blessed. I give thanks to you Britt, Sister, Princess Warrior and bow to all forces, visible and invisible.
Special thanks to Coquelicot Gilland and Michele Turner for your inspiration.
“…Desire for expression lies deep at the heart of the invisible world. All our inner life and intimacy of soul longs to find an outer mirror. It longs for a form in which it can be seen, felt, and touched.”
~ John O’Donohue