A rare and precious opportunity

I've taken a much-needed hiatus from posting, using the time to go even deeper within than I can possibly go with an audience. Not much poetry has come up within this time, only clarity--but it's a clarity I cannot speak of, not yet. The seedling is too fragile; it will die if I allow it to be trampled underfoot.

What brought me back was the call I received to serve on the team for the next Gift Weekend in Chicago. This is an absolutely unique event, an opportunity for women to connect with the deep innate Feminine wisdom in the safety of sacred space, a chance to receive the deepest longings of our hearts--even those longings we dare not even speak aloud to others. I would not be who I am today if I hadn't been dragged to an introductory circle back in 2007.

The Gift is a three-day journey, taken by twenty-two women at a time. Each weekend is an absolutely unique event and cannot be duplicated. Participants have the opportunity to create for themselves a unique, personal rite of initiation--involving the death of something that no longer serves, and a rebirth into something new. At my initiation in 2007, I released 30 years of pent-up rage and received a completely new mind and spirit--that was where I ceased to be Sarita, with all the old labels and judgments that had been placed on her, and became Linmayu. The other women there witnessed my initiation--leaving no room for any doubt that it was real--and I witnessed theirs, and saw a world of possibilities open up. Each woman's initiation is as unique as the woman herself--and nothing is too big for the Divine Feminine to handle. I've seen women break the chains of sexual abuse, create new and more fulfilling ways of being in relationship, and find firm, unshakable connection with their own divinity. I've gone down into the deepest depths of my despair and beyond--and felt completely safe to do so. I've danced with wildness and found an ecstasy and connection better than sex.

The logistics: The weekend will take place August 28, 29, and 30, in the Chicago area--exact location to be determined. We are already in the process of weaving the sacred container for the weekend. Currently, I believe, there is space for only 7 more women to attend. If you feel called to the space, or to fulfill a deep longing in your life--if that little voice in your gut is saying "Yes!" right now--then please contact me for further details. Send me a phone number you can be reached at and the best time to call, and I or one of the other team members will follow up with you promptly.

I'm feeling ridiculously excited about this event. I can't wait to see who will be there and what the Creator has in store for all of us this time.

On What Is #5

Home

Call in my home
As sunlight shines down around my prone body.
Kissing the earth,
I feel safe within here.
Safe deep within myself, from the life of the surface world, where I run, without stopping, for eternity, as though a tiger is constantly at my back.

Disconnect, and find the place of sunlight which you can never find by looking for it.

Spontanea 3/11/09

I've just returned from performing at Spontanea, which is Joan Forest Mage's weekly performance series. It is a hard thing to explain. I could say that it is dance, or that it is energy work, or that it is both, but does that really make sense to anybody?

What seemed to be happening, from my point of view on the "stage," was that I called a certain spiritual energy into the space, and then it came in full force and took us over and carried us on an amazing journey through the spirit world. An audience member commented after the performance that she had seen the story of the creation of the universe. I had felt the same thing--there was a point at which I felt like I was floating in an endless sea, the world being made entirely of water.

I was floating, riding and channeling the energy present in the space. It almost didn't matter whether anyone was watching or not; it almost didn't matter what Joan was doing. At times her voice would rise up and send me into another world, and I let the energies of that world flow through my body into movement. There was a great moment where I felt like the sun blazing at the center of the universe, with the solar system in orbit around me...and then the energy wound down, I stood facing Joan in a prayer pose and watched as the energy seemed to open her up from within. In spirit I was at the top of a cliff, overlooking the ocean, and I asked my spirit guides what I needed to do next. There was no answer but silence, and we allowed the ritual to complete.

Driving home, I noticed the full moon in the sky, as big as a silver dollar. Of course. Of course it would be a full moon tonight. It felt like the perfect answer to all the questions I had asked in silence earlier in the evening.