Tuesday, 31 January 2012

Do Not Lose Heart, We Were Made For These Times

To: My dear members of the Tribe of the Sacred Heart, Scar Clan

Do Not Lose Heart, We Were Made for These Times
by Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés

Mis estimados,
Do not lose heart. We were made for these times.

I have heard from so many recently who are deeply and properly bewildered. They are concerned about the state of affairs in our world right now. It is true, one has to have strong cojones and ovarios to withstand much of what passes for "good" in our culture today. Abject disregard of what the soul finds most precious and irreplaceable and the corruption of principled ideals have become, in some large societal arenas, "the new normal," the grotesquerie of the week.

It is hard to say which one of the current egregious matters has rocked people's worlds and beliefs more. Ours is a time of almost daily jaw-dropping astonishment and often righteous rage over the latest degradations of what matters most to civilized, visionary people.

…You are right in your assessments. The lustre and hubris some have aspired to while endorsing acts so heinous against children, elders, everyday people, the poor, the unguarded, the helpless, is breathtaking.

Yet ... I urge you, ask you, gentle you, to please not spend your spirit dry by bewailing these difficult times. Especially do not lose hope. Most particularly because, the fact is - we were made for these times.

Yes. For years, we have been learning, practicing, been in training for and just waiting to meet on this exact plain of engagement. I cannot tell you often enough that we are definitely the leaders we have been waiting for, and that we have been raised, since childhood, for this time precisely.

…I grew up on the Great Lakes and recognize a seaworthy vessel when I see one. Regarding awakened souls, there have never been more able crafts in the waters than there are right now across the world. And they are fully provisioned and able to signal one another as never before in the history of humankind.

I would like to take your hands for a moment and assure you that you are built well for these times. Despite your stints of doubt, your frustrations in arighting all that needs change right now, or even feeling you have lost the map entirely, you are not without resource, you are not alone.

Look out over the prow; there are millions of boats of righteous souls on the waters with you. In your deepest bones, you have always known this is so.

Even though your veneers may shiver from every wave in this stormy roil, I assure you that the long timbers composing your prow and rudder come from a forest greater. That long-grained lumber is known to withstand storms, to hold together, to hold its own, and to advance, regardless.

… We have been in training for a dark time such as this, since the day we assented to come to Earth. For many decades, worldwide, souls just like us have been felled and left for dead in so many ways over and over -- brought down by naiveté, by lack of love, by suddenly realizing one deadly thing or another, by not realizing something else soon enough, by being ambushed and assaulted by various cultural and personal shocks in the extreme.

We all have a heritage and history of being gutted, and yet remember this especially … we have also, of necessity, perfected the knack of resurrection.

Over and over again we have been the living proof that that which has been exiled, lost, or foundered - can be restored to life again. This is as true and sturdy a prognosis for the destroyed worlds around us as it was for our own once mortally wounded selves.

…Though we are not invulnerable, our risibility supports us to laugh in the face of cynics who say "fat chance," and "management before mercy," and other evidences of complete absence of soul sense. This, and our having been 'to Hell and back' on at least one momentous occasion, makes us seasoned vessels for certain. Even if you do not feel that you are, you are.

Even if your puny little ego wants to contest the enormity of your soul, the smaller self can never for long subordinate the larger Self. In matters of death and rebirth, you have surpassed the benchmarks many times. Believe the evidence of any one of your past testings and trials. Here it is: Are you still standing? The answer is, Yes! (And no adverbs like "barely" are allowed here). If you are still standing, ragged flags or no, you are able. Thus, you have passed the bar. And even raised it. You are seaworthy.

…In any dark time, there is a tendency to veer toward fainting over how much is wrong or unmended in the world. Do not focus on that. Do not make yourself ill with overwhelm. There is a tendency too to fall into being weakened by perseverating on what is outside your reach, by what cannot yet be. Do not focus there. That is spending the wind without raising the sails.

We are needed, that is all we can know. And though we meet resistance, we more so will meet great souls who will hail us, love us and guide us, and we will know them when they appear. Didn't you say you were a believer? Didn't you say you pledged to listen to a voice greater? Didn't you ask for grace? Don't you remember that to be in grace means to submit to the Voice greater? You have all the resource you need to ride any wave, to surface from any trough.

…In the language of aviators and sailors, ours is to sail forward now, all balls out. Understand the paradox: If you study the physics of a waterspout, you will see that the outer vortex whirls far more rapidly than the inner one. To calm the storm means to quiet the outer layer, to cause it, by whatever countervailing means, to swirl much less, to more evenly match the velocity of the inner, far less volatile core - till whatever has been lifted into such a vicious funnel falls back to Earth, lays down, is peaceable again.

One of the most important steps you can take to help calm the storm is to not allow yourself to be taken in a flurry of overwrought emotion or despair - thereby accidentally contributing to the swale and the swirl. Ours is not the task of fixing the entire world all at once, but of stretching out to mend the part of the world that is within our reach.

Any small, calm thing that one soul can do to help another soul, to assist some portion of this poor suffering world, will help immensely.

It is not given to us to know which acts or by whom, will cause the critical mass to tip toward an enduring good. What is needed for dramatic change is an accumulation of acts - adding, adding to, adding more, continuing. We know that it does not take "everyone on Earth" to bring justice and peace, but only a small, determined group who will not give up during the first, second, or hundredth gale.

…One of the most calming and powerful actions you can do to intervene in a stormy world is to stand up and show your soul. Soul on deck shines like gold in dark times.

The light of the soul throws sparks, can send up flares, builds signal fires ... causes proper matters to catch fire. To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times like these - to be fierce and to show mercy toward others, both -- are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity. Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it. If you would help to calm the tumult, this is one of the strongest things you can do.

…There will always be times in the midst of "success right around the corner, but as yet still unseen" when you feel discouraged. I too have felt despair many times in my life, but I do not keep a chair for it; I will not entertain it. It is not allowed to eat from my plate.

The reason is this: In my uttermost bones I know something, as do you. It is that there can be no despair when you remember why you came to Earth, who you serve, and who sent you here. The good words we say and the good deeds we do are not ours: They are the words and deeds of the One who brought us here.

In that spirit, I hope you will write this on your wall: When a great ship is in harbor and moored, it is safe, there can be no doubt. But … that is not what great ships are built for.

…This comes with much love and prayer that you remember who you came from, and why you came to this beautiful, needful Earth.

Clarissa Pinkola Estés


“Do Not Lose Heart, We Were Made for These Times, Copyright ©2001, 2003, 2004 Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés, All rights reserved. Creative Commons License by which author and publishers grant permission to copy, distribute and transmit this particular work under the conditions that use be non-commercial, that the work be used in its entirety word for word, and not altered or added to, not subtracted from, and that it carry author's name and this full copyright notice. For other Permissions: ngandelman@aol.com

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The original title is "Letter To A Young Activist During Troubled Times:" with the subtitle, "Do Not Lose Heart, We were Made for These Times." It was written in 2001.

Monday, 30 January 2012

The Moon Lodge

I am more than a little excited. This has been brewing in my purple, paisley teapot of a brain for a while. I added some love, light, glitter and magick ... and now it's ready to serve ...


The Dreadess xx

Sunday, 29 January 2012

Don't Keep Hitting That Snooze Button

"Those who don't feel this Love pulling them like a river, those who don't drink dawn like a cup of spring water or take in sunset like supper, those who don't want to change,let them sleep." said the poet Rumi a rather long time ago.

Sometimes the beauty in nature and the power of life move me so profoundly that I know I'm wide awake, other times I guess I can slip back in to dreaminess. I have been guilty at times of snoring into my own unconsciousness, drifting back into the world of internet and bills and shopping and housework and and clothes and friends and eating and stuff and stuff and blah and more stuff. It's not that it's not important, it's just that it's not the whole thing. That's the scenery on the stage. We just dream that we're the star in the show. We sleep on contentedly in the pillows we've arranged on set. If you don't want things to change, sleep on. Dream on. Don't let me disturb you. But ...

It is good to wake up and exit stage right, or left, what ever takes your fancy every now and then. Go and seek the playwright. Go, be inspired to create a few more acts. Wake up and smell the roses. I mean really sniff those roses. Burst forth with glee at the aliveness emanating from that place deep within. The place where Love flows, where Turner skies are imagined and the fragrance of flowers is magicked into existence. The Source.

The Dreadess xx

Friday, 27 January 2012

Postcards From The Otherside

Nearly a week ago now I received a postcard ... a postcard from the other side. That's what I call them anyway. I tend to get them this time of year, end of January beginning of February, just when I really need one.

This one came via a friend's post on Facebook. I'm only just beginning to get to know this treasure of a woman so she doesn't know all about me and me her. The post was asking if forest walkers knew anything about a certain lookout point where some beautiful tree stump seats had been put along with flowers laid at the tree trunk base. Well goosebumps tingled their way all over for a few minutes as I wrote back to enquire if it was the same place I had in mind. It was. The next day I went a wandering up to the place on a small hill with two trees at the top where my daughter's father and I had made some peace with each other more than two years after her death. It was a place we had previously wandered often together and sat and talked together. It is there in the ground between the two trees, our sacred space.

This time as I drew close I could see the two tree stump seats now sat in exactly the same place we used to sit. In the two trees were flowers, and at the base of one was a stone with a hole in it, like I used to collect on the beach when I was pregnant. He didn't put them there, her father, someone did for some reason. So how do I know it was a postcard, because it was signed that's how. You see the woman who unwittingly directed me back to the special place on the hill has a daughter a few years younger than mine would be, also called Izzy.

And that's how I get them. She would be five soon, in just over a week in fact. I can tell you though that her name is unusual enough for me to hardly every hear it. A few times a year. And sometimes it's a postcard.

On her birthday two years ago, after we'd been to her little garden and tree, my son and I found ourselves in a local forest town with one high street. As we got out of the car we decided we wanted to get her a present each. And we chatted about what we wanted to get. My son wanted to get this another one of this particular brand of bear he collects for her. Izzy was buried with one and strangely a few turned up for him in odd places during the first year after she was gone. I said I wanted something with a moon and a fairy on it. We also decided not to be disappointed if we couldn't find the things we had in mind because it was a very small shopping street.

Well there in the shop window was huge display of these bears and there was one sat on a cupcake which said Happy Birthday. With tears in our eyes we bought present number one. The shop next door sold clothes and a few trinkets. It was quiet, with only two other browsers towards the back of the shop. There on shelf, rather randomly, sat a paperweight globe with a fairy on a moon inside. As I picked it up the woman shopper said in a loud voice to her daughter "Oooh look Izzy" ... I nearly dropped the bloomin' thing. So present number two got the seal of approval and we scuttled home. To this day I don't know why we suddenly felt like shopping on the way home when all we wanted to do was be safe with our sadness away from everyone.

Last year, after an otherworld journey in which I received some instructions, I ended up at street corner at 2:30pm wondering what on earth I was supposed to be doing next when the church clock struck and minded me to walk into the graveyard. After a bit of a ramble and no clue as to the wiser, thinking I 'd got my messages wrong I decided to wander out and home again. On the way out a girl, who had not been there on my way in, sat on a bench alone deep in thought drawing my attention to the bench itself. It was surrounded on all sides by a metre wide whiteness of snowdrops and there also was a little a robin perched on a post. The snow drops were late that year. To my frustration I hadn't seen any till that point. Snowdrops are Izzy's flower and a robin sits on her grave.

Before I stop rambling on, I want to tell you about another one, a summer postcard this time. It happened when my son and I were watching a display of jousting at Lulworth Castle. The day was a bit overcast so the crowds were thin on the ground and there were plenty of gaps to watch. All of a sudden this little girl ran up and thrust her way between the two of us, content to watch from there. Her family called and called but she wouldn't budge. She just stood and watched, just like she was part of our family. Me and my son didn't kind of know what to do. And yep, every time they called her they shouted Izzy. Eventually she went on her way with them and they apologised. Inside I was just crying grateful tears wishing they knew why they should not be sorry. Just for a few moments the Izzy gap had been occupied.

Things like this are weird and sad and happy all at once. I've heard the name Izzy several times over the past few years and sometimes it's not a thing, it's just normal. I can't explain but you just kind of know when it's a different thing, a meaning, a message even if you don't know what. I don't analyse I'm just grateful for my postcards and for little girls elsewhere called Izzy who deliver them sometimes.

The Dreadess xx

Sunday, 22 January 2012

Biggin' Up The Avocado

I breakfasted this morning on the bestest green smoothie consisting of 1 banana, 1 avocado, 1/2 an orange, 1/2 a lemon, 1 kiwi, a bunch of watercress and some water. It was delicious, fresh and invigorating. Then I did something that I've been doing regularly over the years. I took that avocado skin turned it inside out and rubbed the last bits of avocado over my face, taking care to massage it gently in. Then I liberally covered my hands with the last bits. Yep I'm sat here now with a green face. I'll wash it all off in a mo, but while I wait I thought I'd let you know why I love the superfood that is the avocado.

Although an avocado is about 3/4 fat, it's good fat and it's the perfect ratio of fat, protein and carbohydrate. Each avocado is rich in omega-6 fatty acids which is great for skin and regulating hormone functions. They have about 35% more potassium than bananas, they are rich in B vitamins, as well as vitamin E, vitamin K and copper. As a good source of choline mean that they aid liver and memory functions and help with body weight balance. They also have natural antibacterial and antifungal properties and are great in boosting the immune system.

They can help to lower harmful cholesterol and raise good cholesterol levels. Research is being done to see if they are of use in the fight against cancer, due to a combination of specific aliphatic acetogenins and the presence of glutathione which blocks thirty different carcinogens. Research is also being done to assess their effectiveness against AIDS, hypertension and certain types of diabetes.

All those wonders aside I love the taste, the texture and the way it improves my skin from within and without. It's all that vitamin E and fatty acids that do the trick. So next time you eat an avocado don't throw the skin away before you've slapped the leftovers on.

The Dreadess xx

Saturday, 21 January 2012

Fear Is The Door To Courage

Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear, not absence of fear - Mark Twain

I'd like to do everything I can to avoid being an old person who says, "Why didn't I do that? Why didn't I take that chance?" - Barbara Streisand

So many times I have told my son that being brave does not mean you are never scared. It is okay to be quaking in your boots. It is how you walk in those quaking boots that matter. Is it forward or backwards. I tell myself too, that when I am fearful it is in those times I have a chance to see the depth of my inner strength.

Courage does not really get a chance to show its face on the easy path. Those that walk the road of endurance, personal cost and transformation have many more opportunities to overcome the fear with bravery. The hard road up the mountain is always rewarded with better views, in this case views of our beautiful, strong selves and the ability to look back along our steep and rocky path with pride at all the obstacles we have struggled and succeeded to pass.

Sometimes the path of self healing takes real courage, as the first part is often holding up the mirror and taking a long hard look at the reflection of mind, body and spirit. It is brave to take off the veil of denial. It shows true courage to live with honesty. It shows mastery of fear when we pursue our dreams and run the risk.

So next time fear shows up, say thank you for being shown a new doorway to courage and step through, even though you are shaking like a leaf.

‎Do one thing every day that scares you - Eleanor Roosevelt

The Dreadess xx

Tuesday, 17 January 2012

I Am Inspired Into The Being And The Doing

I've just spent two days in London with my son and whilst I love the peaceful, quiet inspiration I find in the forest I love the different kind of inspiration I find in the city. It is a feast for the eyes, ears and nose of all kinds of creativity. The range of architecture, the weird and wonderful clothes, the random voices and sounds, the variety of people and the many cultures all inspire me. I get into what it is to be human in it's desire to create, improve and change the world we live in. We visited the Tate Modern and I rediscovered artists I admire but had forgotten all about and found new ones to fall in love with. We wandered around just looking at the architecture and played a game where we rated the doors out of ten. Some were just so fancy and decorated with non functional embellishments it was fabulous. I listened to snatches of conversation on the escalators on the tube that converted to one long surreal stream of consciousness. We visited the Museum of London where I learned about the evolution of a city from before the city had even begun. The journey where humans had been compelled to make life easier, more comfortable and eventually more decorative for themselves, which just snowballed into a mass of buildings of all shapes and sizes and traded items of varying materials, functions and beauty from the marshlands of prehistory.

All in all it renewed in me the belief that we are creators, it is deep with in each cell that we make, build, paint and manifest. It brings us joy. We love to look and smell and feel and hear beauty, what ever that means to each of us. It is, in a sense, a huge part of our divine nature. I came back from my short trip alive with ideas for canvases and fabric fancies. I also came back with an awareness of two types of inspiration. The word inspire literally means to breathe in. Fill your mind, body and soul with it. I know that for me the balance is found in both. I need both.

I get close to one aspect of the divine in amongst the trees and the open plains. That is the being. The silence and the stillness. I breathe it in and become one with All. Just being.

In the midst of the hubub of humanity and it's wealth of creativity I get close to a different aspect. This is the doing. The happy busy-ness. I breathe it in and become part of All. Just doing.

The Dreadess xx

Friday, 13 January 2012

A Word Or Several On Empowerment

Hmmmm ... a scary word to some and exhilarating to others. It's a word I use often when talking about personal feminine energy and I took a moment, about 3am the other morning whilst staring at the full moon, to contemplate it.

The dictionary definition of empower is to give power or authority to or to enable and permit, but there is a little more to it than that. The prefix em means to make into, to put into, to get into.

So personal empowerment is to get into our own power and to put the power into ourselves. If culture or society doesn't empower you, doesn't give you authority or permission it's about enabling or authorising yourself. It's also about being part of that evolving culture or society that gives more permission and authority to those whose power has been taken away or negated. It means encouraging others into their own personal power. Personal power gives us permission to make wiser, freer choices and decisions based on our own confident judgement. It gives us a voice and an opinion.

Personal empowerment should not lead to an aggressive display of power. Think of the martial arts master who walks through life with an air of calm with a serene smile on his or her face. They don't need to prove constantly that they are the strongest or most agile, they just walk with a quiet knowing. They have the confidence deep within that comes from knowing they can handle most dangerous situations that come their way and are ready, peacefully prepared and alert at all times. Think Zen warrior when it comes to empowerment.

As for female empowerment it has two sides. One side is that power needs to be given back in places where it has been taken away and on the other side where power has already been fought for and granted women need to step up and take what is available, throwing off their personal shackles of stereotyping and upbringing. It will take more time and much more education for many cultures to fully give equal power legally, religiously and in the media to women. As for those of us who have relative freedom in western cultures, and I say relative because it's not there yet, we owe it to women worldwide to empower ourselves.

Again, this personal empowerment should not be offensive or come with anger and a defensive air. It should not turn us into the ultimate bitch. That type of behaviour still belongs to the victim. Think of a cornered wild animal which has no where to run. It will turn and become the most ferocious of beasts, fighting with claws and teeth to save itself. The angry, defensive, manipulative woman is that animal. She still believes her power has been taken so is fighting her corner, lashing out uncontrollably in all directions. The Zen warrior would not do this.

The empowered woman also does not do this. She walks with serenity and calm, she knows that inside that she has given herself the authority and the right. It just may take a while for everyone else to realise that, but in the meantime she's got better things to do and a life to live rather than getting involved in petty squabbles. She will just get on with her own way of doing things and those that buck against it will eventually fall by the wayside as the empowered woman walks on down the road. When she needs to defend herself she does so in a well thought out and articulate way. She does not feel the need to manipulate or put others down, that belongs to those who fear their personal power is held only held in loose grip. She surrounds herself with those who believe in her and in turn believes in and empowers others.

All this I thought about whilst looking at the moon, quiet and serene, full and radiant, surrounded by a double rainbow halo. The ultimate empowered woman.

The Dreadess xx

Wednesday, 11 January 2012

Utkata Konasana

Tonight I was introduced to Utkata Konasana or Goddess Pose by my lovely yoga teacher. You can imagine how happy that made me. It is similar to Goddess invocation poses I have used during ritual or embodiment. This evening it was an all female group and for this particular section of the class we were all facing in, creating a circle. So to do the Goddess Pose on top of all that was powerful, good stuff.



We did it as part of a sequence, from Tadasana (mountain) to hands in Namaste (prayer) to Utthita Tadasana (five pointed star) to this wonderful Utkata Konasana (Goddess pose) to Prasarita Padottanasana (wide leg foward bend ) back to Utthita Tadasana and then back to Tadasana with hands in Namaste.

It connects you to a raw, feminine strength that is surprising for a position that actually leaves you fully exposed, open and vulnerable. It is so different from the warrior and other strong asanas, this is all about finding that inner strength minus the shield and the armour. It is tough on the thighs and you can feel the powerful earth connection whilst acknowledging the heavens. I found it interesting that the squatting is actually a birthing position and connects you with the inner creatrix with a very loud roar. You can feel the energy pulsing through your body afterwards. It made me feel incredibly grounded whilst my hand chakras were opened wide.

I loved it and I'm going to play with it. Its one to use on those days when it all seems a little overwhelming and in creeps the self doubt. Definitely one to use when you need to get your Goddess on.

The Dreadess xx

Tuesday, 10 January 2012

Doing It For Yourself Just A Little More

I came across this via a friend on Facebook back in December, 30 Things To Stop Doing To Yourself. I love the simplicity and the obviousness of each one on the list, but know that I do every single one of those things to myself from time to time. I'm betting you do too. We are just so good at sabotaging our own happiness.

I decided that I would contemplate, focus on and try to really implement each one as I went for each day of January. We really can be our own worst enemy at times and we don't always treat ourselves the way we would a loved one so it's good to make a conscious decision to improve our relationship with ourselves. Hand in hand with things we should stop doing, are the things we should and here they are too. Try it, you know you're worth it.

The Dreadess xx

Sunday, 8 January 2012

The Warrior Woman

I'm reading a wonderful book at the moment as part of additional research for a six month Goddess course I'm going run later in the year. It's On the Trail of The Women Warriors by Lyn Webster Wilde. It's Lyn's adventurous search to find out who the Amazons really were. I'm only half way through, but already I've feasted on a mixture of mythological tales and factual evidence proving that warrior women live in our psyche and in our history.

A warrior is by definition someone who fights for a cause, fights to protect and fights to serve. Some of the graves of the warrior women in history show that some had families, some were priestesses, some died young from their wounds and some lived to a ripe old age.

I see around me in the world today many warrior women still. They are the ones who battle unseen battles and inner conflict and never give up. They are the ones who fight for causes of justice and liberty on the world stage or on the home front. They are the ones who walk away from domestic violence and destructive relationships and go on to live their lives to the full with their heads held high. They are the ones who teach other women how to be strong and proud. They are the ones who love humanity and Mother Earth with fierce passion and a gentle way. They are the ones who heal huge wounds within families and communities. They are the ones that never look the other way and ignore suffering or pain. They are the ones who fight their way back to full health and happiness after personal tragedy or terrible sickness. They are the ones who die with dignity, grace and serenity at the hands of terminal illness. Some have children and menfolk to love and nurture, some are priestesses and healers of a kind, some still die for their causes and some live to a ripe old age to tell their tales and pass the flame on. They are the ones who are not scared of conflict if that is the only way to move forward, they are not scared to defend to the hilt the ways they love and those they love and they are certainly not scared to be alone with the deepest parts of themselves.

Many times I've been told, by men mostly, that my opinions are too strong, my metaphoric voice is too loud and I'm a raging feminist. The weird thing is I never classed myself as a feminist, I was just being me. As time has gone on, I realise that I'm just another warrior woman following the call to arms in our modern day. There are wrongs to be righted. There is a need for empowerment and education. There is a need to heal humanity and the planet. There is balance between the masculine and feminine to be sought and maintained.

If to achieve all that takes determination, a strong, loving heart and a louder voice than most, then so be it. I picked up the sword when I was a young girl, it felt right and I never put it down. I'm proud to be a warrior woman, I just hope I can be one squidly bit as as good as the mighty heroines who have gone before me and those empowered women who stand shoulder to shoulder world wide today.

The Dreadess xx

Saturday, 7 January 2012

Introducing The Amazing Vagina

Have you ever considered how amazing the vagina is. Maybe you're none to familiar with it's superpowers. If you have one I really think you should know what you got going on down there and if you don't have one prepare to be awestruck.

I came across this article recently ... 15 Crazy Things About Vaginas. It was originally written for CBSNews.com by Lissa Rankin as a follow up to their 15 Crazy Things About Sperm, but within an hour of posting it on their website it was deemed too saucy and removed. Check it out and be impressed by The Amazing Vagina.

The end of the article touches on something I'm passionate about, female empowerment and true healing. I know through the energy work that I do that women store memories connected with their femininity in their sexual and creative centres. Many physical dis-eases are a result of such emotional and mental traumas. One of my colour healing mentors was also a yogini. She did a lot of healing work and and yoga classes with the women within certain cultural communities where they had been repressed for centuries. She was finding that, as women released themselves from such repression, so much work had to be done on the sacral chakra. Many of them were holding memories there, at a very deep level, of female trauma for their whole nation and it took a long time to work through and let go the collective pain.

So connecting with our vaginas, wombs, feminine centres and moon cycles are important to become whole, even after hysterectomies the energetic womb and sacral centres holds the key to feminine power and goddess health.


The Dreadess xx

Sunday, 1 January 2012

Why Hello 2012

As the soft blanket of sleep fell lazily off my eyelids and on to the floor this morning I realised I was staring at a stranger. I remember the dancing last night, the popping of corks, the singing and the abandoning half way through the night of the seventies green platforms pumps in favour of my bare feet despite the rain. I only had a sip of champagne upon our meeting and not long after drove home, yet here we are, you kind of came home with me ... Why hello 2012. So after the dawning realisation that here it is, a brand new year vast before me like a field of virgin snow, I'm wondering what patterns will my footprints make and and how many other people will come out to play and make snow angels.

I haven't made any New Year resolutions, I'm not setting myself up for failure by the end of January, but I have thought about things I want to do more of this year in an effort to bring more health, wealth and happiness into my life and for those I love. I know the key for me is energy. I have so many projects and things I want to do that I know there is no more time, but I can have more energy to make use of the time I have. I know that when I meditate more regularly my mind is more alert and focussed, enabling me to proceed with clarity. I know that if I don't use my yoga mat for a even just a week I start to feel my body is capable of less and if I don't eat well on top then my energy levels plummet. I don't want to be just well, I would like to be super duper, zingingly healthy with energy racing around every single cell in my body.

Towards the middle of December I learned a hard lesson, I had been working on too many things, not saying no when I should have, burning the proverbial candle every way I could and had slipped into a few very old habits of a quick coffee and carbs on the run combined with lack of sleep. I paid the price. As soon as I got the chance to stop I caught a horrid virus and my skin just broke out in to spots and a nasty cold sore. I felt so ill and even ended up with slow, laboured breathing resulting in a quick check out at the doctors, which is unheard of for me, for blood pressure, oxygen levels, and my heart rate. I had perfect readings, they couldn't be more so. My underlying health is pukka. I got told that the virus was nasty, I'd let myself get run down and stressed and word for word "You should go and practice what you preach".

So a wrist slap later, I know that yes I have lots of things I'm looking forward to in 2012, but my main goal is to keep myself tip top so I can work and play as much as I want to. I know that with a clear mind, vibrant energy and radiant health all those things and many more are within my reach. I know the things that keep me well and I know that I can't let any of them slide for too long without it having an impact. That's it, quite simple really. So I have resolved to be a little more disciplined about it. I need to take more care of me. Not in a "oh treat yourself to a coffee and cake" kind of way, but in a "go to bed on time and eat your greens way". I hold my hands up to a month of being a bit of a hypocrite, and it was only a little bit, it didn't all fall by the wayside I'll have you know, but now I'm off to put into practice what I preach.

Today I'm getting the yoga mat out, then a forest walk and dinner with friends. Apparently we're having a vegetarian haggis and tatties, followed by a raw apple pie and home made icecream. Then an early night. Mmmmm sounds good, I like you already 2012. I'm glad you're gonna stick around for a while.

The Dreadess xx