Wake up feeling irritable. Clock tells me I have one hour to decide if I’ll hook up with the hiking group, and two hours to decide if I’ll catch the van up to the botanical garden for a temazcal*. I opt for the one which will keep me out of the house the longest and… Continue reading Temazcal #6
Here in Mexico, it is the time of the year we honor our dead and enter that space so we might commune with them. This year, I honor my beloved fox-guides, who died from a virus that leaped species, and the poet Galway Kinnell whose words below changed my relationship to how I view my aging… Continue reading Ofrendas
This nosegay of wildflowers was collected on an evening walk my husband and I took through the local botanical preserve, El Charco del Ingenio. We have had so much rain this year in central Mexico that the flowers and grasses of the high desert are blooming riotously… furiously… abundantly. As we walk along the trails, the scents… Continue reading Rituals of Self-Care: Stepping Into Nature
At the end of my last blog post, I posed some questions: “… there is now so much in my various practices that feels familiar. i can identify more clearly the things that scare me, or the things i want to avoid, so might this mean i have arrived at the next threshold? am i at… Continue reading At the vernal equinox
Herewith my somewhat stream of consciousness thoughts after the St. Patrick’s Day temazcal: i arrive at el charco via taxi. familiar faces are already there, and introductions are made (funny how in such a small town, one can hear about certain people for a long, long time before actually meeting them, and then when you DO… Continue reading After the sweat
i could write about the temazcal experience from a humorous point of view. who in their right mind would pay to subject themselves to a ritual that can last for hours, in the dark, potentially with people you have never met before, singing things in languages you don’t understand (and therefore have no idea whose… Continue reading my st. patty’s day sweat lodge. oh, really?
Back in the day, I was involved with a women’s ritual group. We met regularly at each others’ homes over the course of 2-3 years and did some deep work and some delightfully silly work. I have been trying to recall the specifics of our ‘New Moon’ rituals as I prepare for participating today in… Continue reading Before the new moon temazcal (sweat lodge)