Sunday, June 20, 2010
Frankie say relax
Brother Sun has set and the sky is growing dark. Ahhh ... summer solstice, falling this year at the end of the longest week I have ever experienced, is finally OVER and done with. Snap.
Time heals all wounds. Maybe. What can't be healed by time can be at least lessened via the shaman's rattle. Vicki Noble, one of the most powerful (among many) teachers I've studied with, always said: when life gets you down, rattle. She is an amazing shaman; I took what she said seriously when I studied with her, and still remember much of what she taught me, even though it was so long ago.
So after days of winge-ing, whining, throwing myself down on my couch in tears (an arm thrown over my eyes ... just like in the movies), today I fished one of my small rattles out of a dusty box and .. well .. I rattled. I rattled my clients' energy fields, I rattled my own energy field. I rattled and danced around like a maniac between clients, shaking loose all the little knots and clumps of old patterns I would really like to leave behind once and for all.
No I didn't actually listen to Frankie Goes to Hollywood even though pop music from the eighties is so darn cute. But I'm feeling more relaxed anyway.
Thanks, Vicki, thanks Brother Sun. Thanks, Frankie. This week is over and I am grateful. Happy Solstice, y'all. Shalom.