ANCIENT WISDOM FOR MODERN LIFE

Heading back to the hills ⛰ ... ... ... ... #family #hiking #naturelovers #stormyportrait #reunited
My favorite yoga studio has no name. 🌲🤸🏽‍♀️ .... .... .... .... .... #thegreatoutdoors #summerhasarrived #handsonadjustments #sharingthelove #yogaretreat #naturelovers #getoutdoors
Astrology, magic and witchcraft aside, I've come to see full moons as repeating monthly meetings with myself, scheduled with grace and consistency by mama nature. Through pragmatic ceremony and ritual icebreakers, we discuss such topics as: what threw me off my game this month? What feelings need shedding? What triggers were activated to show me where I still need healing? The board room tonight will be down by the lake (accompanied by fellow co-workers in the lifelong work of spiritual excavation) Our language is silence, our motto, remembering, our goal: recapitulation and release. The plan: shifting from reactive to intentional. The result: productivity gained through surrender. Now that's what I call practical magic. 🌕📆 ... .... .... .... .... ... 📸by Velorutionary via Pinterest .... ... ... ... #fullmoon #ceremony #practicalmagic #meetingajourned #fullmoonritual #astrology #monthly #selfreflection #intention #yogalife
🌿She-Bear 🌿 driving along a country road she called to me from deep in the woods, landing as an insatiable urge to wander and dig. with a deep stillness of mind I let my feet carry me through the naked spring forest until I halted: there before me she sat, waiting for my arrival, patiently, perhaps for years. I brushed the leaves from her and held her high, turning her over and over in my palms: what are you? Why have you come to me? It was certain she was a brown bear, the beautiful beasts who were crawling, hungrily from their dens this time of year. She said, 'take my teeth and leave the rest, you'll know what to do'. He words came through me. her trust in me was edifying. already I felt her strong medicine. Now I walk with her in waking dreams and while in slumber, watching, stalking, asking and listening... ✨medicine can be bought, but is often best received..✨ ✨I am not special, I am not a shaman. I practice with the tools the ancients have left for us. all capable of deep connection with nature and the healing it can bring - we have only to excavate ourselves from the layers of noise, stress, doubt and pain that burry us, disconnect the circuitry. Outside, magic abounds...💫❤️
Dreaming of... #camping #sisters #gatineupark #summeriscoming
But one of many magic moments as I cross the threshold to 36 💫 I am deeply touched by the sisterhood that has unfurled around me in my 7 years in Toronto. You hold me and lift me up. ♥️ I am so grateful and profoundly lucky.
📍We have not even to risk the adventure alone, for the heroes of all time have gone before us 👣 ..... ......... ............ ............... ................... ....................... #josephcampbell #theheropath #wanderingsoul #goodreminders #seekingtheancientpaths #turkey🇹🇷 #turkey #antalya #side #2011 #spiritualarchaeology #excavation #diggently #freeyourself
Soaking it all in.... ☀️🌿 ... ... ... ... #happysaturday #springhassprung #forestbather #dadssweater #listeningtosilence #soloadventures #writinginspiration
(🇮🇹, June 2010) In the stickiness of the mid-day heat I wandered up a small laneway leading to the center of Palantino Hill. Here, I found a tiny, active church. I have been a doubting Thomas on the god front my whole life, so walking into a church and feeling good about it, not to mention, feeling god in it, was a new experience. It was a relatively unimpressive church, (for Rome) and so refreshingly empty and quiet. I sat on a pew in the back row, slipped off my sandals, and let my sweaty feet press against the cold marble floor. My ears were flooded with choir songs piped over the PA system. I gazed up at the domed-roof and dulled frescoes around me.  My whole life I had assumed that prayer was only for the religious. But, for those skeptics like me, could it be “...an unfailing device for bringing introversion into the mind”? ✨ So I sat, and I prayed. Losing myself in an hour of prayer felt as long as my entire trip. My thoughts were filled with intentions for courage and love, forgiveness and release, a stream coursing from myself to others and then back to me. No Jesus in sight. When I opened my eyes, I felt lighter, satiated somehow, my perspective sky-blue. ✨ That day, I learned that the ritual of prayer is about connection - not only to god, or the divine, but with what is most important to us. Like trying to balance on one foot, It is only in the continual striving for balance that we achieve it. So, prayer is a ritual that adjusts and refines our inner equilibrium. Intention knows no limits - all walls are home to a heart speaking its truth. 💫 As I left the church, I noticed a small table. On the table was an old clay bowl with a sign above it reading: “Intenzioni di Preghiera”. One was supposed to write their prayer on a piece of paper and leave it in the bowl. The inter-lingual substantiation of my new interpretation of prayer lifted the corners of my mouth. I scrawled a sentence in my journal, ripped it out, and left it unfolded, face-up in the bowl.✨ ... .... .... #travelstories #rome #sunday #prayer #intenzionidipreghiera #agnostic #church #traveljournal #writersofinstagram #leavingpompeii
Potential 📈 .... .... .... .... ... #sketchbook #freehand #women #rising #together #feelingit