Dance Our Way Home

Recently I attended a workshop on a style of dancing developed by Erica Ross in Toronto, Ontario for Sheena house providing support for women with eating disorders. Here is their website if you would like to read more about this program.  http://www.danceourwayhome.com

What an incredible experience. Allowing our bodies to move to the music, the way they innately want to, not the way society dictates. The energies in the room last night were palpable, I felt as though I was adrift on them. After release and free dance we move to dance with another woman in the circle. Here we maintained eye contact with them throughout the entire dance. This was without a doubt one of the hardest things I have ever done, for deep within their eyes I found myself.

We are all born divinely radiant, non judgemental and in love with ourselves, but constraints and societal opinions are brought to bear eventually pushing our radiance and true loving self into hiding. Dance Our Way Home (DOWH) affords women the opportunity to reconnect to their divinely radiant self in a safe, non judgemental space through freedom of expression. Rules and restrictions or guidelines ~ there are none. If my soul calls for release through chanting, yelling, laughing, crying, if my body wants to sway a certain way, I do and did.

As a Reiki, last night I was channeling energy so intensely. As we all connected, I could feel the energy I was channeling moving around the room to each of these women as we connected deeply within our souls ~ an intensely intimate experience.

Upon a arriving home, I decided to meditate for a while and these words were given to me ....

Divinely, Radiant, Feminine Woman

I am a woman, a goddess

I am the universe ~ I am divine

I am love and life

I am everything

I share love unconditionally

No expectations I place

My heart is open and laid bare

On the table of life

Moments of introspection

Are precious to me

Meditation opens a new world

As I re-connect to the divine feminine

To my radiance which was my birthright

We are one connected by our hearts

Gaze deeply into my eyes

And you'll find yourself there

At the core of my being

In the depths of my heart

There you reside my love

We are powerful, the creators of life

In our woman's belly we nurture this life

Embrace your beauty, love your woman's belly

This place where life begins and miracles happen

And accept 

I embrace my oneness with the Universe

And the Universal divine power

I am divine ~ we are divine

As one we can change the world

And so it is ....

Summers Fading Beauty

As summer is slowly winding down, I find myself feeling melancholy knowing that all too soon nature will let go of life and pull into itself as the harshness of winter moves in, dumping voluminous blankets of white over everything. The little creatures that skitter about my garden will go deep underground to sleep away the winter. Squirrels are busy collecting and as I watch, they stop, dig a wee hole in my lawn and deposit their treasure for a winter meal. When snow blankets the ground, I wonder, will they remember where they buried their treasure?

I sit quietly in my garden and watch the odd leaves that have changed colour slowly let go of the tree, gently sailing down, drifting back and forth on the slight air currents.

There is a sense of urgency in the air ~ sub zero temperatures and a blanket of white will be upon us in the blink of an eye. There is much to be done in preparation.

But for now, let me peacefully sit while I enjoy the last whispers of summer.

Nature

I sit in the beauty of nature

The birds serenade me with their beautiful voices

The bees flit from blossom to blossom

Collecting their pollen and nectar

The clouds tumble by

Blown to and fro by gentle summer breezes

Rolling and tumbling as they change

From a whispy tendril to a fire breathing dragon

A cacophony of colour delights my eyes

Goldenrod, sumac, daisies

Popping up here and there amidst the waving fields of grasses

Whispering in the breeze

Sharing their secrets with me

I must listen closely to hear their stories

The creek meanders by

With little creatures in tow

Delicate water plants wave their fingers and arms

In the current, like tiny dancers

Other small creatures stop by the edge

For a drink to sustain them through their daily journey

But then my communion with nature is broken

As the sounds of human life bustles hither and yon

In the distance a horn sounds, a siren wails

A lawnmower rumbles in preparation to tailor a lawn

I'll tuck these perfect moments away in my memories

And come back to my garden once again tomorrow 

I'll enjoy the peace before the world once again intrudes

On the sounds of silence ...