Unexpected Delight

My yoga teacher never fails to surprise me. Today the focus of her meditation was .. you guessed it ... unexpected delights. We then proceeded through some of the hardest poses EVAR! And all through the session, each of us kept having these moments of WOW!

At one point when everyone else was sputtering, I suddenly felt this delicious release in my left hip .. I moaned with delight. Carrie chimed in, "Now there was an unexpected delight!" It made me laugh.

I felt really strong, so I went for another walk in the park, after having walked on Tuesday. I was in a lot of pain and discomfort, the usual in fact. But the walk felt good. Between my aching feet and my throbbing hips, normally I would have skipped the walk. But I walked slowly and focused on each breath -- and I felt okay at the end.

Later, as I purchased easy to prepare foods at Trader Joes, I convinced myself that it was okay since I was having trouble feeding myself due to the funk I am in. As I picked up my groceries from the cart, I suddenly noticed that my knees had not throbbed all morning. Wow! Now THAT was an unexpected delight!

The dealer just called, I can pick up my car in the morning. Yay!

I selected the classes I will teach at Reflections next year from January through June. Now all I have to do is pick the dates. I have selected four classes.

  • Principles of Elemental Psychology
  • Tools of the Warrior
  • Skills for Healers, Teachers & Clergy
  • And my Qabala series

Ivo will teach a class in March and Helena will teach Myth, Masks & Magick: A Mask Making Intensive in May. It looks like a good start to the new year.

I was reminded today just how odd my early registration due dates are in relation to the actual workshop. Next time, I am going to set up early registration discounts and set the actual due dates a lot closer to the event. Live and learn! So Descent registration is officially on till the end of December. And next year I will give early registrants a price break.

And lessee, what else is happening ... oh yeah, it seems I have a lot explaining to do. It seems that many, many people are acting as if Reflections is somehow beneath them. They think we are just like most other magick schools. Well we aren't, and I need to get busy on that FAQ ... and I think I will begin here in my blog to explain the school.

So next time, I will try and tackle some of those misperceptions.

blessings,
Katrina

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Submitted by katrina on Thu, 11/29/2007 - 5:46pm.

Del (not verified) | Fri, 11/30/2007 - 12:10am

I will admit, I had a lot of hesitation coming to my first class with you because of the whole concept of "mystery schools". I used to belong to a mystery tradition, but got overwhelmingly frustrated when several of the group's mysteries were things that could be readily found in a Barnes and Nobles New Age section, or implied by anyone with a background in intuitive magic. To me, these are outmoded structures in a day and age where several pagan authors have broken into the mainstream publishing gamut.

I have a general sense that your school is much more than that, but it's still just a concept. I'd love to see more detailed explanation on what your official definition of a 'mystery school' is, and how it applies in a world where the Secrets of the Occult are becoming more and more accessible to the everyman.

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  • Claire-Marie Le Normond (not verified)

    Wish I could be there. Very well spoken.

    15 weeks 2 days ago
  • David Salisbury (not verified)

    Katrina,
    I wish you all the blessings and power you need on your journey. Thank you for these words. It is good to remember that returning to work (and thus returning to grace) bring a chance for us all to rest and have joy.
    Wishing you joy in the Work.

    David

    17 weeks 4 days ago
  • Sigre (not verified)

    Dear Katrina- Thorn reposted your blog and happy am I. Your passion, always so immense, comes blowing out in these words. So akin to my own heart and soul that it makes me have a bittersweet smile.

    The Storm is only now coming to the edges of our universe and yet it will sweep and consume all that is. In the end, our beautiful universe will be so much...more? Different? Complete? Who knows?

    All I do know is my soul came here to witness and be part in this period. I cannot shrink from the work. I am here with you, fae sister!

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  • Macha NightMare (not verified)

    Thought-provoking piece, Katrina. Thanks.

    I don't know what to call myself either. In Pagandom, I've taken to referring to myself as a Witch at Large. In the interfaith world where I'm active, I call myself a Pagan. Sometimes I call myself an uppity woman or a Second Wave Feminist. I've never really thought to publicly identify myself by my sexuality, het woman, which is very "white bread" and old-fashioned. Not only het, but serially monogamous for the most part. It seems almost a liability these days to say you're het, but I am proudly and happily so. I tend towards intellectualism but only have a BA, which doesn't carry much weight, at least in public and professional worlds, no matter how much you've studied, trained, and can articulate, even teach.

    My biological heritage is Irish, Dutch, French Huguenot, Euro-mongrel. My social heritage is Roman Catholic on one side and conservative Methodist, temperance-crusading, women's rights and education on the other, with distinct East Coast sensibilities, now mellowed by more than half a century living on the Left Coast. My maternal political heritage is conservative Republican (altho what my relatives might think of current trends in the GOP I cannot imagine, since they did have brains and they did think and they did have a social conscience), yet I am much farther left in my outlook than any elected official I know. My paternal political heritage is blue collar Democratic, except that my dad broke with his family on politics and allied with my mother's family's conservatism.

    I'm a former hippie, a home-birth advocate, a home death and green burial advocate, an opponent of capital punishment and resorting to warfare to resolve humankind's differences. I support the right to conscious self-deliverance. I rejoice in any and all consensual expressions of love and eros. I'm a lover and a mom.

    I have never missed voting in an election and I disrespect those who don't avail themselves of this hard-won right. (I have ancestors who fought the Brits in the American Revolution.) I support workers' rights. I recognize our interdependence on this planet, so could be called a greenie. I'm a committed environmentalist in my day-to-day life (in terms of eating locally grown food, expanding public transit, recycling, preserving open space and wildlife, opposing exploitation of natural resources [strip mining, oil-drilling, nuclear facilities, agribusiness, monocultures, clear-cutting timber, overuse of pesticides, genetic modification, etc.]) I want to make the city streets "safe for dancing," as my old friend Tony Serra said when he ran for mayor of SF on the Platypus Party ticket.

    Well, you got me going there, my friend. Thought-provoking read, as I said. ;-)

    xo,
    Macha

    34 weeks 2 days ago
  • Eridanus (not verified)

    Lovely azaleas!

    [cough][gag][snort][sneeze]

    Just lovely...

    I know what you mean.

    36 weeks 5 days ago
  • Anonymous (not verified)

    I feel you. There is too much bs- particularly when people decide that their temperament is tantamount to truthful and ignore everyone else.
    I get irked by immature extroverts or closet introverts who ignore you REPEATEDLY and then pretend you're out of line for being upset by the time they can't pretend you didn't say anything anymore. I find that the same people will ignore you if you blow up right away, too, and that it's because they just don't think that honoring what you value is important to maintaining a relationship, or even worse: that you don't know what you value at all and that it's all a mind game for their pleasure or annoyance. Then they call you passive-aggressive, aggressive, moody, touchy and temperamental. I call them "not listening".

    36 weeks 6 days ago