Winter Dreaming

Dark Moon Musings

 

 

 

 

With this Dark Moon it finally feels like Winter is Coming. The Southerlies have been blowing up from the Antarctic, and we can finally settle into the wet (hopefully) and cold season of Winter- which is only two weeks away. I am looking forward to lighting the fire, reading and stoking my inner hestia…Maybe you already have a fire lit and a warm cuppa, sit back and read about my Winter Dreaming…where I  reflect on dreams, on becoming maga, and the call to Anwnn, but first an update on some coming events.

What’s On?

As we are heading into Winter my events are winding down…Only two events on offer in June…and then a big space until events start up in September again.  But please note bookings for the Drum Making Workshop in November are open as several spots are already taken, so if you are dreaming into birthing a drum please consider booking now.

Sacred Women’s Circle- Co Hosting with Grace Funk- Thursday 7 June
Winter Solstice Dance– Friday 22 June, 2018
Medicine Drum Making Workshop – Saturday 25 November


Dance for the Reef-
A virtual boogie…

Bleached magnificent sea anemone (Heteractis magnifica) with clownfish (Amphiprion percula). Lizard Island, March 2016.

#DancefortheReef…. is an online campaign to show our pollies how much we love the Great Barrier Reef. At the moment both Labour and Liberal Governments are either actively supporting (Libs) or not ruling out (Labour) the massive Adani led, Carmichael Coal mine on the edge of the Great Barrier Reef, which by the way is the biggest living structure on the planet!  I am sure you are with me, in wanting to protect and enhance the natural wonder that is the Barrier Reef.  All you need to do is video yourself doing a couple of really simple dance moves, tag a friend and post it everywhere you want!  I am suggesting you wear colour- because the reef is usually so colourful. But if that is too much, try wearing white, in memorium for that which is already lost. Much of the reef has already been bleached- and destroyed. We are here to dance to make sure that we can support this amazing repository of life.

This is activism with a difference, no petitions to sign, no letters to write just a simple social media boogie campaign…So what are you waiting for? Here’s my video to show you just how easy the steps are. Remember to share to @dance_for_the_Reef and tag us too #DancefortheReef and #SavetheGreatBarrierReef. Together we will let the pollies know that the Great Barrier Reef is Sacred- it is sacred to all of us here in Australia and across the world.

The Wangan and Jagalingou people, Traditional Owners of the land on which Adani wants to build their mine, have said ‘No’ to the Carmichael Coalmine.  Wangan & Jagalingou people are fighting Adani because of the massive, irreversible damage the mine will have on their land, water and culture. The Wangan &Jagalingou are asking people around the world to stand with them in their struggle. You can donate directly to support there fight for their land, their culture, their people.

And feel free to make up your own moves! I would love to see some site-specific dances, especially those at the water’s edge. All the oceans and seas are connected, so wherever you are, feel free to dance for the reef, sending your prayers and love via the water.  This is a Global Dance (Virtual) Event. Lets spread the moves, to show our love for the Reef.  I will be doing a group dance  by the sea soon, get in touch if you want to be part of that! And if you want more information on what is going on with the proposed Carmichael mine check out the Stop Adani website, The World Wildlife Fund, The Australian Youth Climate Coalition website or The Wangan and Jagalingou website.  

Planetary Dance for Peace

 

 

 

I was involved in a beautiful Planetary Dance event in St Kilda on BoonWurrung country. This was a simple and profound movement offering the chance to “move together in common pulse, with a common purpose,” And as Anna Halprin, the Planetary Dance creator,  says, When enough people do this…”an amazing force takes over…a power that can renew inspire, teach create and heal.”

We drummed for this Planetary Healing gathering. As drummers we were part of the pulse, the drum beat, the heart beat for the dancers, and yet were woven in by the dancers too. The land and the sea, there at Point Ormond, were weaving us also.  It was a truly beautiful experience. It was what we women have done for millennia, before we were told we couldn’t. But we are remembering theses sacred rhythms, we are remembering our sacred birthrights.We are drumming ourselves home to Her, to sacred land and sacred connection.

We will be participating again next year -so stay in touch if you feel to participate. Thanks to Tony Norquay and Viv Neale for holding and co-creating space with all those beautiful people who showed up. And to The BoonWurrung on whose land we danced.

Drum Dreaming

And I would love to hear from all of you who have made a medicine drum with Grace Funk and I. How have used your drum? What is your drum calling forth in you? Is it for personal ritual, community healing? I will be gathering some stories for a book, so please get in touch and share how you use your drum in the world.  They take us on journeys, when we follow their call….Get in touch to share your story (a few lines is OK) with me.

 

My Teacher, Jane Hardwicke Collings, a powerful Maga doing her work in the world for planetary healing, for the Grandchildren, and the grandchildren’s grandchildren.

Maga Dreaming

Another seed or dreaming that has been forming of late is to shape some of my reflections of surgical menopause into a book. (it might be very thin!) So much learning is occurring in this space, practical wisdom, and enchanted remembering. Not surprisingly my dreams have been very powerful during this time. After all the Autumn phase of a woman’s life, the Maga phase is a time of turning within, of gathering insights, and sharing them with the world …

In a recent dream I was walking with the Glad of Mermaids through a medieval town. We know we are magical creatures…I leave the group to walk into a jewelery store…and after browsing the jewels, I am called to the balcony where an eastern yellow robin sings and then above us we see an eagle soaring. The lady is afraid of the eagle. I ask why as we watch it dropping treasures into the mud. It returns and sprays the woman. The eagle turns into a man and ask her to help him find her children. Together they walk with an old woman and a young golden child out into the street…I am left alone in the shop to mind it, when I notice a little girl enter from the muddy pool. Although she is muddy, she seems healthy and I want to shout out wait- maybe this is your daughter.

And so it seems to me that this dream is about many things, including the reclaiming of the inner child, both the light and the dark. The one who is in the shadows and the one who is in the light both need to be reclaimed and loved.  The masculine and the feminine must work together to find the treasures that lie within. It feels like such a powerful dream as it resonates on so many levels with so much that has been happening in my life, and with messages I have been receiving through various healing modalities.

image: The Return of Persephone, Frederick Leighton, 1891 in Leeds Art Gallery, Yorkshire

 

 

 

 

The reunion of and with the inner maiden seems so potent – at this time of rebirthing one’s self into the world. It coincides with my work on the Demeter Persephone myth in which Demeter mourns not only her daughter but her inner maiden too. This healing of our inner maiden seems to be essential to the task of Maga.

Menopause is a rebirth, an initiation into this next life phase.  It is a time to take stock of what we have harvested over the course of our life, and what we need to let go of. To ensure that we (re) birth ourselves in the most authentic way, we need to face our shadows, our traumas, so that we don’t continue to carry them over into this new phase of our life.  Our shadow self can be integrated into our self, with love and compassion. And in my dream, this tubby muddy girl was found in the place of treasure, and despite being in the mud was robust and healthy under all that dirt.  Perhaps she was shamed but was not shame herself.  I am walking with these parts of myself forging and finding ways to honour what I really want to do, what my calling in this lifetime is….And sometimes that calling comes with a big bang of clarity, and sometimes it is simply following the Yes, wherever it leads.

Anwnn The Deep

And my most recent dream led me back to a deep dark pool of water, something was shimmering in the dark murky waters. Was it going to rise out, or was I going to dive in? This image was so strong that I followed it to Anwnn, to the Welsh Other world, or not world, to the Deep. “It is a source of beauty and terror, of awe, of Awen, the divine inspiration quested by the bards and awenyddion who crossed the edge of the dark to explore its depths.”  (Lorna Smithers)

And on this Dark Moon, this sees perfect, and of course I was led further down the trail to the land and to Elen of the Ways, again. So here I am at the edge of the dark, trusting that Elen has more gifts and insights for me, trusting that I will continue to work with the drum, with the dance, along the crooked path, to come home to myself and this blessed earth.

A Poem for You

As always I try and finish with a poem, and this beautiful one comes from Lorna Smithers.

Because there’s no other way.
Because the gods have got me by the heartstrings.
Because I see over the horizon not what’s on it.
Because I see birds who are not birds.
Because I am in hidden spaces.
Because I love mist.
Because no-one tells the whispers of the silent.
Because words can dance like pictures on cave walls.
Because my people are hungry.
Because the wind howls down my neck.
Because I wake at night and there are stars.
Because the mortality ship is sailing.
Because I am the threshold.
Because another world’s stars hem me in.
Because I look above and the worms are singing.

Lorna Smithers is a poet, author, awenydd, and Brythonic polytheist. She is currently exploring how our ancient British myths relate to our environmental and political crises and dreaming new stories. As a devotee of Gwyn ap Nudd, a ruler of Annwn, she seeks to reweave the ways between the worlds.

I will be dreaming into Annwn and awenydd some more, and may have something for you on this next time,

until then

Blessings
Sarah xx

Welcome to this Pisceas Full Moon Musings!

A time of heart, of compassion, of neptunian dreaming, of Forgetting and Remembering

Sometimes I lose my way. I forget why I am here, and just how important my work is. There are many demands on our time, many distractions and some worthy. But there is so little time now. And she is calling, she is a whisper in my ear, a vision in my dreams, a cave appearing upon a walk. A cave inviting me inside, reminding me where I first met my inner shaman, reminding me where I first fell headlong into the arms of the great mother. Let me fall again, falling, falling, falling. I surrender again to this deep work.

And it is the work of enchantment, of being enchanted by the land, and hopefully enchanting others back to the land and back to our bodies as part of this land. And I was an enchanted child, curled up with a book, most often Peg’s Fairy Book, or Hilda Boswell’s Treasury of Poetry. Hours upon hours wondering and dreaming.

 And of course many more hours  playing on the beaches, the dunes,  and the cliffs of Merricks Beach. The  land always spoke to me, and as a  child I was attuned to her. I trusted in  the magic, and other worldliness of  place. And then I grew up, and part  of me forgot how to listen, and even  now I can be distracted again by a  cultural narrative which denies the reality of these old stories, of the otherworld….and when this happens I am deaf to the earth, but not for long.

I hear the Grandmothers calling me, reminding me of my work. For in my personal history, in my Celtic ancestry “women were the guardians of the natural world, the heart of the land.” (Blackie) I have inherited a tradition of songs and stories and myths in which the earth is alive, and in which we are beholden to work for her, to protect her. And despite  everything in many parts of Ireland this mythology is strong still, the land still sings her misty and even musty songs. And when I walked the west coast of Tasmania, through ancient forests alive with fungi, and lichen, thick with rivulets and rain, I felt at home. I felt the magic, and the whispers of ancient wisdom. I was enchanted by the land, and the spirit too.

It is time for us all to be re-enchanted, as Sharon Blackie notes “Let’s take back the right to be enchanted, and the right to enchant. Let’s take back the right to cast our spells again. Because stories can enchant us all the way back to the earth. Stories can help us to fall in love with the land all over again.”  And this is what each of us needs to do, fall in love again with the land. She is suffering, we are all suffering, and we need to find our way home to her.

Those of you who read my newsletters and come to my workshops would know how important coming home is to me…and this work of mine is about coming home through dance, through stories, through listening to land, to plant, to bird, to soil and worm. It is about listening to our bodies, and feeling what is arising within and without, flowing with the movement that arises in exchange with this earth, with shadow, rain, with song. It is finding treasure maps home. It is about stories, the ancient ones, the old myths in which the earth speaks to us and through us. I have inherited a mythology and identity which connects me to earth, which compels me to care for earth. But it is the earth of my ancestors and now I am here belonging to this country, born of this soil.

So when I gather myself up and head outside, open to the world, open to the stories that she is singing, I am aware that the songs and stories this land has been telling were in a different tongue, the tongue of the Boon wurrung …and all the other Aboriginal languages across this vast continent we call Australia. And so I need to find ways to listen to their old stories, to the stories of this land as she speaks them, and learn again how to sing back to country to sing her up. And there are many sharing these stories and songs…

As Senior Lore Woman Napanangka  Nelly Patterson, …”Talk to me, I give you a story, I give you a stronger story. Come, come, come listen to the good stories, good song. That’s your story. You missing a long time. Come and learning properly.” It is time to learn properly, to understand more of the songlines of this country, to know where we are born, and what the songlines are, to know all about our land, and the people who have lived here for 50 000 years and more.

And I listen to the stories of Minmia and her instructions to get to know country, to get to know every puddle, bump, tree, bush. It is a lifetime’s work, this getting to know country but it is essential now. And it requires humbleness, openness and sincerity in the face of 200 plus years of oppression. But as Minmia says, “I can only give you permission to take up what is rightfully yours and that is your sense of belongingness to this, our country. By giving permission for the belongingness to our country it is up to you to keep them alive.” This is deep and profound work. I recommend everyone reading her book, Under the Quondong Tree. See if it calls to you. I hope it does.

I wonder how the stories of my ancestral people, the stories that evolved out of that land might intersect here in this country? What paths can we traverse together? How relevant are the stories of mists and bogs from the old country to this country? Certainly there is alignment between the understanding that we belong to country. There is alignment in a culture/world view rooted in the earth as alive, as sentient, and in which humans are responsible for care and guardian ship of the earth. And in Celtic mythology women have a special place in the protection of land.

So my inquiry now is how to journey with this land here in Australia, how to connect to her songs and her stories, and those of my ancestry back in Ireland, Scotland and England, and where does this weave into my women’s work, my work with children and with the body?

I am journeying with others to understand this more deeply. I am journey with Sharon Blackie, in her Mythic Imagination Course, and I’m apprenticing with Nymh Fox Harper and the School of Shamanic Womancraft for the Four Seasons Journey. Deeply excited to dive into the embodied feminine, into the ways of the wild land of the Otways, here in Victoria.

And I also teach MoonSong, which is way to become enchanted with the empowering narrative of the life/death/life cycle that exits within you, within your menstrual cycle and which connects you directly to the earth and her seasons, the moon and her phases and the ways of the old wild women. It is a journey into the myths of the ancient ones, those who knew the importance of working with the land, of honouring her contracts with us, of understanding that we are part of her, that we are in fact dreamed by her. It is a way of rooting ourselves back into our body and into land by understanding the seasons, and their deeply spiritual celebrations of the wheel of the year.  My next workshop will be on Dja Dja Wurrung country, up in Castlemaine. If this calls to you, click here for more information on my next workshop. And please share!

It will be followed by MoonDance, in which we ground into the body of our being, follow the wisdom of the body home to maiden, mother, maga and crone, play and move with the lived experience of the seasons and cycles within our own moving bodies, and the earth around and within us. This too is a treasure map home. Details here.

And it is time to frolic, to enjoy the budding season, to drop into the heart space of the beautiful enchanted maiden. Come play with us as we celebrate the Spring Equinox with a dance. Re acquaint yourself with the joy and pleasure of your moving body, realign yourselves with the rhythm of our great mother, as She, ‘the beloved one returns from the deep”. (Livingstone)

We all cycle through the seasons of our days, our lives and the earth herself. Now it is time to rise with the Spring energy to see what is growing in your own garden, (real and metaphorical) and tend to these and all living things. And of course its time to dance, to feel just how alive you really are, pulsing with the quickening and awakening of Spring.

I’ll leave you with a quote from Minmia

“I want to bring back thinking place. I want to bring back the songs, I want to bring back the stories. I want to bring back the sense of belonging. I want to help with the healing.”

May this beautiful full moon in Pisces be a healing time for you.

Thanks for reading,
see you next month,
Blessings Sarah xxx

main image: Spring Dance, by Von Stuck
Susan Blackie, https://singingoverthebones.org/…
Glenys Livingstone, https://pagaian.org/

 

Dark Words

Last session in the Temple of She! we dived into the murky depths of the dark. We visited with the crone, the hag, the Dark Goddess. And as the temple dancers lay cushioned on the ground, i read them some words. I let the words woo them into the mystery and divinity of the dark…I let the words out to weave their magic….So it is with much gratitude that i share the words of three amazing women with you…these are just snippets, fragments from the richness of their worlds, go and get the books and read the rest yourself….

excerpts From La Loba, in Women who run with the Wolves,  Clarissa Pinkola Estes, 

“The sole work of la loba is the collection of bones. She is known to collect and preserve especially that which is in danger of being lost to the wordl. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures, the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is said to be wolves….

wildwomenShe creeps and crawls and sifts thought the montanas, mountains and arroyos, dry river beds, looking for wolf bones, and when she has assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place and the beautiful while sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.

And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it and sings out…That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the the wolf begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred.”

Excerpt from Kissing the Hag, Emma Restall Orr 

“Hag is not a nice word.

Yet there comes a time in every woman’s life when nice is tedious, when nice is insipid, seeping into the soul like souring milk, warping the mind. Indeed nice can at times, be all that is offensive.

kissingthehagHag, its a fascinating word. As I speak it aloud the sound as smooth as an out breath, Aspirated its vowel is extended and then clipped as if with a warning kick of death. It is a primal work, formed with barely any effort required. It whispers of cold wind, of thick fog and the stench of stagnant water. It is word robed in spider’s webs, dusty and worn, unsure where to place itself on the shiny veneers of today. Lingering st the edges of life, it waits to tun a broken nail down some blackboard of the soul.

No hag is not a nice word. Like princess or pole dancer the word quietly slips us a picture, and though for each of the image may differ slightly , it invariably embodies all that is declared to be simply and irrefutably not nice in a woman.”

From Jane Meredith, Diving Deep Listening to the Dark Goddess

Do you hear that faint voice calling to you from within, from your dreams, or from underneath your daily life….do you sense something almost beyond the range of your sensing. Do you dare to leave your safety and set out to investigate?

There are many ways the Dark Goddess calls to us. When we sense something missing form our lives, though we have no idea what that might be.. When we have everything that should make us happy, but we are not happy. When we are struck by depression ir inexplicable illness or doubt; when we sense ourselves becoming more and more isolated or fragmented or pressured…. When we long for death, or change, or oblivion. When we meet that same, familiar set of problems yet again but have no idea what we could do to change it. When we fee; we are yearning for the impossible, or we wont let ourselves yearn, when we long for change but fear it.

lilithShe will be there, calling to you. The question is, will you listen…

Our next gathering will also invite the Dark Goddess. We will journey together in the week of the Winter Solstice and we welcome the Hag/the Crone/The Wierd Sister/  Do yo welcome her too?

Blessings Sarah

image above of Lilith from Mesopotamia.