I am back! I am exhausted! This will be short!
The Descent workshop was fabulous, if I say so myself. The gathered women were wise, willing and wonderful! It continues to humble me that smart people trust me enough to undertake such deep changes within the containers I create. This weekend was no exception.
I held back tears as I led them not only into the underworld, but back up into the warm embrace of welcoming light. Many, many times over the weekend I was reminded of why I do this work. We are literally changing the world, sometimes one heart at a time, other times we have a chance to affect even more. Each one of these women impacts the web of life around them. Priestesses all, as I called them, they will take this work with them as they walk their journey of spirit.
This work also feeds me. Today, I received a bouquet of red roses along with a hearty thank you from one of the women. My heart is so full.
The gods are mighty and I am blessed.
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I also received the results of my latest blood tests. It reminds me of a similar moment last fall. I decided to set a goal weight along with my glucose goal. So to find out how far I had to go to meet this new goal weight, I did something I hadn’t done in almost ten years – I weighed myself. And to my surprise, I already was at my goal weight.
Well a similar thing happened with my annual goals for my glucose levels. My current readings are lower then my goal. So okay, apparently my glucose levels are no longer an issue. I just have to keep up with my current practices.
So the focus turns toward my cholesterol levels. My good HDL reading is always very good. But the bad HDL, well … it could be better. So my new goal is to get them below 100. My overall cholesterol level is 257, and I want it at or below 200. I did managed to get it down some from my last test, but we will see what else is possible. My doctor is putting me on Lipitor to see if maybe I need help. But I am also going to see what I can do to help. And so my annual goals are refining and focusing.
This week is my recovery time. And I am spending a great deal of time watching Tivo, Netflix DVDs and general TV. I cannot read just yet, and journaling is out of the question for the moment. So I am taking the time to truly relax.
Snowy blessings to you all.
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This reminded me of something I wrote a few months ago: http://eoma-p.livejournal.com/36134.html
Could be the start of a fun adventure - whatever words you find that fit you best, may you be blessed for it!
Wish I could be there. Very well spoken.
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
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!
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