Transfigured

I, like most humans, believe that there must be some offering on my part– a sacrifice to to speak.

I like to think about how alchemy works with trauma (miraculously shifting the chaos into beauty)

While this Isn’t untrue, relying on Jesus is a whole other sort of MIRACLE.

When Spirit kept inviting me into being strategic, I pursued some new challenge for my brain like chess or Othello.

But when I got to my father’s home, sure I took the initiative to go but then after that, it seemed like Love took over. I yielded my body and a great, merciful Love flowed freely.

Somehow in my dealings, my friend Nita said I had been very strategic in my humble approach. And I thought “that’s not me”.

But you see Christ is all in all.

Wherever you desire some quality or fruit you don not possess, he does possess it. Will you let HIM possess you?

He can make wine from water– no grapes needed.

He can make something out of nothing.

And you don’t have to sacrifice..you don’t have to provide the trauma or the substance. You simply have to show up and believe.

We love to do our part and I’m all for it– co-redeeming, co-creating, co-resurrecting. AND AlLSO, can we sit still and receive our gift in the solitude of the silence which surrounds the voice of the coming Lamb.

Just letting ourselves be found and in this way, transformed.

#Lent2023#thoughtsoftheday#TuesdayThoughts

Holding opposing forces in tension

How are you going to hold two seemingly opposing views together in tension?

A year ago December I was in church and all the grief and lament of our community filled me to bursting. I was alone in my wailing publicly until someone came beside me and embraced my shoulders and allowed me to process what was flowing through. Is this a gift? Sure but

It’s also a sign of an excessive and imbalanced sacral chakra.

I did not know this although I’ve been studying my own energy and chakras for about 8 years. Well I should say– I knew it but I did not yet embody this understanding .

I was at a new chiropractor last month who said “you are leaking energy all over the place”… I somewhat took offense.

You see, my acupuncturist told me that I have a very strong constitution and am powerful. I have friends who comment on my anointing, I don’t like seeing myself as ‘leaky’ 😉

I did not want to hear this. Enter beginners mind

Humility

And yet, he planted a seed and I have been actively healing my sacral since. It’s brutally painful work. We are dealing with a young child developmentally–maybe 7-10

and her unmet needs.

We are listening to her not feeing safe and her emotional outbursts. We hold it all for HER.

This is the work of the cross in that we all have mostly ignored the depths of our suffering selves and so there is

a fair amount of stuck life force or trauma charge stored in the body and ALSO–

there is energy leaking

as others draw upon us without our consent.

It’s a WOUND. In need of compassion and balance.

In need of Justice.

Trauma, anxiety + healing

My friends love me dearly. They do not want to see me retraumatized. They know I have been through enormous layers and experiences over the course of my life that caused a major disruption- not only in my nervous system, but in how I experience the essence or Truth of Anita.

My understanding of reality is a spiral- envision a seashell. In order for me to heal what happened early on in life, when developmentally things went awry, I must revisit those experiences energetically. We do not have to re-live the awful or devastating experiences which created the ‘charge’ of trauma in the nervous system, but we will have a sense of what’s stuck or happening somatically.

Holy Ghost called me to a local church 7 years ago shortly after I met my birth father for the very first time at age 49. I was baptized by my pastor within months of arrival. That relationship became one of the most important in my adult life in order for me to discover the myriad ways I’d lost power and was in the process of reclamation. You see I’d experienced abandonment by the 3 most important male figures in my little girl life before the age of 7.

At my monthly mentoring sessions, she’d say- do you realize how often you say his name (my pastor)?

It took a long, patient, inner exploration for me to understand and appreciate the shadow work that was underway. He represented generations of the masculine who’d come to minimize and disempower my women folk. Don’t get me wrong, he is a complex individual with many beautiful gifts and sweetness. He did not represent this masculine shadow to anyone else in my circles. This was personal. And I was given the capacity to hold it all: the good with the difficult, and thus the iron sharpens iron began to produce a felt sense of how very soul drawn I had become. My ego was not the driving force of my life any longer. My soul’s fullness was.

But from my friend’s standpoint, it is confusing why I’d ‘agree’ to what on the surface appears so disruptive, so chaotic, so maladjusted. Well, within me lived all of those qualities!!

But my unconscious (read God) is leading the path to wholeness– not me, the 10% conscious self. I understand that we can trust Elohim, the ancient of days to know better than we do.Where I’ve lost power is in my shadow and shows up as the ways that I judge, distance, fear and control. I tried all of these with this man and others.

So, bottom line is that my time in the church was not re-traumatizing, it was unearthing all the patterns of self-betrayal and abandonment that I could not see. Bringing light into the darkness so to speak.

Week after week in small group, my body would often develop a rising tide of anxiety. I’d sit on the floor to try and get more grounded. I’d breathe deeply. This trauma charge was a vibration in my torso and was being activated in order that it might move from chaos to order, or Logos.

Trauma is dissonance in the system. My daily practices of asana, chant, breathwork, journaling, time in nature and meditation help me lean into how painful it is to somatically feel so much happening in my physicality. We create capacity for healing, integration and the light to be embodied. The light that forgot it was a harmony of rainbow colors. It got scattered and I’m helping the healing beauty to spread through my art, writing, service and love of neighbor.

How to garrison the G-D within

I’ve chosen garrison as my word for 2023.

Occupy, Fortify, Secure

Christ as this siege of our inner life

We must have the same spiritual defense as Jesus did.
How do we go about achieving this?

I’ll go back to 2016

I was heading to the Bahamas for a long weekend at a grief writing retreat with Mirabai Starr. The location was the Sivananda retreat center- replete with monks in long flowing robes.Upon arrival, I had encountered a mentally ill young woman who threatened me and after not sleeping the first night I had to move my sleeping location. Due to this sense of a lack of personal safety, coupled with being on my own without friends or family, coupled with the new to me religious order of the monks, I was riddled with anxiety.

I remember beginning this conversation with Christ– more like a pestering.
Where are you?
Are you here?

Are you accessible to me? Are you alive…a help at all?

I’ve come to recognize that yes, not only had I brought Christ with me but he was the light in each person I encountered.

I had nothing to fear. The foreign nature was a surface, earthly layer that did not mean that the soul was not recognizable to my own.
From this moment on, I, like Alice Walker, knew “Any God I ever felt in church, I brought in with me”

Christians I have encountered live with a lot of fear and anxiety and in my expereince and humble opinion

would do well to keep looking within for the power residing in the soul and not an outside entity. Calming the nervous system and finding regulation (self and co) is one reliable way to maintain secure attachment to the Love that is always

available.

Chant your way to Peace

For years my students have commented on how much they love my voice while guiding their bodies and souls through yoga body prayer. Yesterday one of my senior citizen students said she was grateful for my voice and that it wasn’t ‘grating’.

I guess it’s been about 20 years now that I found myself in church worshiping and hearing my ‘grating’ voice. I felt badly for those around me and said to the One who hears our prayers– Lord, if you give me a beautiful voice, I promise to use it to praise you.

Interestingly enough, I meant my singing voice because I was thinking small! Now, not only have I taught hundreds of students in person, my yoga podcast has reached thousands and strangers write to tell me they love my voice.

During my first years on my yoga mat, I found the Ommmm especially powerful. I loved merging my sound with all the other sounds. I loved that I could play with the depth, length and whether it was quiet or loud. Turns out when you have a blocked throat chakra related to a freeze response, singing, chanting and even speaking boldly can be extraordinarily healing. Indeed, I don’t see how we can fully heal from past experiences of trauma without utilizing our voices.

For my 50th birthday I requested a kirtan, chanting party at a local yoga studio. I hired a 3 piece band and one of my favorite teachers led about 20 of us in an evening of Sanskrit chant. My body immediately leaned into the joy and freedom as I danced in my seat using my voice to give thanks to God for my life, health, family and friends. Because my body can recognize Truth, I am unafraid in making various sounds because deep calls unto deep. I do not box my Maker. I invite them out of the church and into the chamber of my heart. From within me, the One who dwells in my body temple can resonate with love, hope, joy, peace, extravagance, and celebration wherever that may be found. Even in the names of Sanskrit deities– what a mystery.

My students love my voice because my prayer was answered in a powerful way that day in church. When I speak I carry the very ruach of Emmanuel– you do too!! But first you must ask, believe and receive. Then the miracles may unfold. Be open to participating. And trust that dissonance is equally important. It’s crucial to discern what is not truth, what is birthed in fear and in opposition to love.

Watching Tina Turner the Musical and then being gifted her autobiography was more confirmation for me as her story of healing involves hours of daily chant which we now understand to be an organizing balm for the chaos of trauma within the nervous system. If you desire to be a more loving human you might try my 7 OT names for God

Yah Weh

El Roi

El shaddai Ehyah Asher Ehyah

Adonai

Jehovah Jireh

Shammah

Elohim!

You can find me chanting this on my IG

What we say and what we listen to has power– be very discerning

God is sound

God is frequency

God is Spirit

God will not be contained

A Love that Slays

Sunday morning

I had just sat in the most glorious silence

Bestowing soul rest from the merciful womb of the Divine, my Mama

I arise to use the bathroom and as I cross the threshold I am slain in the spirit

thrown to my knees with the love of my Padre

The night before my friend of over 30 years had spoken of his desire that their daughter- a new, young mother herself,

know of his wish to be a help. Not just any help but a Daddy who would sacrifice. A daddy who would

do whatever is needed (crying again here) to make her load lighter. He said it in such a tender and earnest way that my heart stored it away until this moment to inform me of a deeper, higher truth about our Maker.

Where do we see this depth, this sacrifice? One place is on the cross, another is in the womb of Mary.

I’ve come to call YahWeh Padre of late and I’m bawling now as a stream of ‘thank yous’ pour forth from my lips

On my knees on that tiny gray rectangle of bath mat

Not caring if my husband hears

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you

I see it now Daddy

You are doing everything you can to assist me in my life

Making ways where there was no way

Growing me, my capacity

Humbling me

Softening my once fearful, protective layer

I had a golden statue within, a pillar of salt

Preserved selves, melting now

And OH! the pain of awakening. I was numb, asleep

Not dead though– the best news! If you are reading this I named you from my child’s pose

I asked Padre to shower you in this way

Seize you in this way

Arrest you in this very way

Because whether or not you had/have a natural father who is like my friend, your Soul

longs for this experience of love

Being slain is the release of every fear that we are not enough

The letting go of every story

Resting once again in the womb of our Mama, nursed at the breast of El Shaddai

Manna from Heaven

Just enough for this day