A Place Called Home
Not long ago the people of this land, we’re taken through a series of tragic misinterpretations. We were forced to change, under the will of sick hearts, greed, and power. Families and communities were displaced, separated, and deeply mistreated. Sacred violations occurred- knowledge, language, stories all burned. Banished from the mouths. Beaten out of the skin. Hunted for sharing. This is for those who carry those wounds:
No longer do you have to worry, or be burdened with mistrust. Your father, he has bled from sacred womb. No longer do you have to show yourself unworthy- you are of beauty, wild and raw. Being human, isn’t everything. Though, it’s most of what we know. Through sound, breath and touch- yes, you are alive.
The ears to your heart, they are listening. Always, always listening.
I’m wanting to jump back into my body- and speak to Father Wounds: Imbalance of the Masculine. Lack of purpose, over compensation, struggle to maintain: endurance, accountability, trust> ‘confronts’ life, ‘tackles’ big projects, ‘beats’ third place for international championship, ‘earns’ huge rewards, etc. Father Wounds exhibit themselves in language, love, and behaviors. Language exhibits> emotions (joy, grief, anger, panic)
Generally Speaking, the body carries the masculine on the right side- but chords can be crossed, kinked, shut down, or absent. A father, to a child, can be any man. A figure of trust and care, is deeply seeded. Just as: neglect and abuse. Chords can be severed, removed, replaced, and reclaimed.
Energetic Medicine is timeless. When we carry generational wounds, created by the stories of time- in our bodies> we also carry knowledge. Clearly, we can see, listen and smell the moments, because those moments are engraved in our blood:
The blood of memory has been boiled. Remember that thing called Covid! A literal ecological psychosis> showing us, its time!!
Grounding Exercise-
(step one) Rise up.
(step two) Breathe in: life. 1-2-3 hold, softly-gently-slowly let go. Soften the mouth and cheeks. Notice the drift in your belly-
this is your soft spot. The spot which you should treat yourself, like you were still an infant- move soft, with delicate care.
Repeat.
Rise up.
Let go.
Rise up, let go- again.
To Finish: Cleanse yourself with water (in theory). Breath in the place where you were born. Take in the faint of this memory, then look up.
Show yourself open, for the power of the sky and give your heart to the weather. May you be at ease with the seasons of change and always trust the phase of transition. In moments of upheaveal, stress, and uncertainty- remember your breath. Look to the clouds. Be yourself, free- like that of the wind, create your own power. Paint yourself pink. Elephants dancing. You are one, with the clouds- the wind, it is kissing. Your breath, is life.
Be the salve, of healing mother- and believe in your place. Your juice, is the rain. Man, father, brother> uncle, friend, son. Know thyself, and be a good one.
Never fear your strengths. Get familiar with your insecurities> the keys, of the unanswered- the pond, where beauty blooms. Bringing forth the stream of life. Turning out, from sultry mud- you are the medicine of transformation- the fire, pain and anger. Without you, there would only be death.
Thank you for seeing the beauty in the devour.
Coming back home now. Coming back home. To the safety of your body. Here, you are grounded, nourished and well. Relish in this moment, you are the embodiment of renewable health. Thank you, Mother Earth & Father Sky. Thank you.
