While I’m on holiday with family, hopefully catching a glimpse of the total solar eclipse, a poem for you.
Refiner’s Fire
Fire burns That which was built A box of expectations Should do or don't do All I thought was important Wrapping me up Tied with a perfect bow A gift to the culture not built for me Burning Unraveling Falling to ash around my feet Leaving me standing Naked Vulnerable Unsure Like I'm 16 again Wondering how to navigate this life Looking for someone to give me directions Looking for someone to save me Except this time I know There is no one to save me Only those who walk beside me as I save myself And the only working compass dwells within me Deep Where it's always been Even then
Join me in Circle
As a reminder, I'm hosting a circle later this month on the 22nd.
Where & When
Zoom April 22nd (Earth Day!) at 9am Pacific.
What
We will journal.
We will doodle.
We will turn inward with a little meditation.
We will craft ourselves a blessing/intention.
There will be opportunities to share if you feel comfortable doing so.
We will be sitting with this question:
How do I disconnect from my inner wisdom and how has this been a coping mechanism?
To honor the container and confidentiality, this event will NOT be recorded. You must attend live and arrive on the call within 5 minutes of the start time.
Are you in? Sign up here. There is no charge for this gathering. If you know someone who might like to join us, please feel free to share.
Really good! Just curious-did you mean for it to be written in that format?