Descent: A Journey for Women on Sale!

DescentDescentStarting today, my new book, Descent: A Journey for Women goes on sale.

My hope is that this book will provide a map to the territory of descent myths. Using this map, a woman can determine which descent pattern is present within her life and find the support she needs to spiritually awaken.

From the Preface:

Throughout human history, a sacred timeless path has called to women over and over again, the path of descent. And unlike the hero's journey where at each juncture the hero attains gifts, tools, or allies, the descent journey asks us to relinquish our hard won trophies, shatter our deeply held convictions, dissolve our ego-supporting illusions, and surrender our very innocence.

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Submitted by katrina on Thu, 02/17/2011 - 3:59pm.

Attending to One's Craft

I was recently reminded that writing is not a hobby for me. This reminder came during a talk by my teacher and mentor, Dr. Michael Conforti, in which he discussed how one must “attend” to ones craft, destiny or gift.”

Writing is one of my crafts. And my waiting for inspiration to write is not attending to my craft.

What does it mean then to attend to ones craft?

Well it surely means writing on a regular basis. It also means writing even when I think I have nothing to write about. It means reading other writers, especially when they write about writing. For several years, I have been reading blogs of writers such as Neil Gaimen, Wil Wheaton and Merlin Mann. They all at different times discuss their writing process.

Gaimen is the most prolific of the three and I noticed that he writes about his writing as causally as I discuss whipping out a web design. I do not wait for inspiration to code; I simply do what is needed. And that is how Gaimen appears to approach his writing. And once I start coding, inspiration and creativity always shows up and I get excited.

So I realized that I really needed to apply this lesson to my writing. Too often I wait for an idea to surface then I struggle to get it down just right. And what I am learning is that I need to bring my awareness and attention to the craft of writing as readily as I bring the craft of design to my technical work.

And so I sat down to write this blog. I had no idea starting out what the topic would be and yet … here it is.

To be continued …

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Submitted by katrina on Tue, 10/19/2010 - 11:36am.

Our Inner Nature

I was watching Devi this morning as he sat meowing in the window. Long ago I had created a little song about his window cries.

Lil’ Devi-fafa,
Sitting in the window
Crying cuz he can’t bite the critters in the head.
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow …

(Sung to the tune of Lil’ Bunny-fufu)

He is crying out because the screen inhibits his predator nature. He can literally taste the blood in his mouth when he sees the birds and the hated squirrels bounding about freely in the world outside … while he is trapped in the domestic civility of my home. His teeth tremble as he cries and moves in a biting motion with each utterance. Devi has never tasted real prey. But his instinct tells him that they are pretty darn tasty nonetheless.

I sit looking out that window as well. I feel no call erupting from within at the sights and sounds outside. But pen and paper, and the ever present laptop causes a sensation within me which is very much like my budding familiar’s cry. No one is blocking my access, there is no screen separating me from my prey.

But I sit nonetheless feeling impotent and empty. I am a warrior mystic and one of my precious fangs/tools is critical inquiry. And yet, I hesitate.

My prey like the hated squirrels comes very close and bangs on the separation taunting me at my self made restraint.

My healer once advised me to embrace my predator within, to allow her to openly prowl and hunt. And yet, I hesitate.

I can feel that bloody taste, and the howling is pushing itself up from within my inner darkness. As I stare into the eyes of this small deadly blood-seeking predator at my feet, I feel such kinship within his cry.

I reach for the barrier with claw and fang and hunger … I emerge ready for the thrill of the hunt once again …

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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 09/06/2010 - 1:10pm.

Butterflies And Edges

I have butterflies in my belly as I type this post. I am currently printing out my book so I can Fedex it. Jungian therapist, teacher and film consultant Michael Conforti PhD has agreed to be a reader for my book and … provide feedback.

I re-read a portion this morning with him in mind and suddenly noticed I was missing some explanatory text. I added what I could, but time is of the essence at this point. He only has a few days of open time to read it over initially. Ai yi yi!

Can you tell that this is a real edge for me?

If you haven’t guessed already, my reader is the founder of the Assisi Institute where I am in training to be an Archetypal Pattern Analyst. I am honored and humbled by his agreeing to assist me. I am also scared to death.

Man, this working on my fear of being large is paying off … dammit!

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Submitted by katrina on Mon, 03/22/2010 - 7:53pm.

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