I’ve now been out of Vipassana for a little longer than I was in it and the effects are still integrating and very present for me. It’s difficult to really express what ten days of silence, no eye contact, no reading, no writing and no communicating with anybody or thing but my own body and mind feels like. Words that touch it are intense, challenging, purifying, amazing, fucking hard, fucking powerful and transformative. There are 3 main take aways that bubbled up tot he surface for me:
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Medicine retreats come in many forms and so does the medicine itself. Feeling the power of what unfolded here these past days reinvigorates my curiosity about my own medicine and the channel that I am cultivating with the tools within and around me. It’s humbling and beautiful to welcome somebody here and then send them back into their lives 36 hours later a stronger, softer, clearer version of themselves.
We are the medicine.
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Thank you to the 5 tenders of this years fire. Thank you to the beautiful Co-Creation Crew that held those tenders and wove magic and fun. Thank you to the special guests who brought their medicine and music to all of us for our joy and healing. Thank you to the Cosmic Egg for nourishing us with pizza and awe. Thank you to the many, many beautiful humans who wandered up the hill to sit by the fire, to call in their own transformation and to hold sacred this life and our right to live it in integrity.
Read MoreIf sadness is an ocean, I’m privilege today to ponder it from a warm spot on the beach. With distance and comfort. The heavy waves lapping on the shore, the unseen riptide that can take hold and drown one towards depression, the smell of it, the vastness, the mystery lurking below the surface…. I know all too well what it is to float adrift in it with no sight of refuge but, this day, I’m like Johnathan Livingston Seagull. Nourishing myself with fruit from it, riding the thermal drift just above the surface, enjoying the reflection and play of light on its surface. Here I am, a perfectly happy human, contemplating sadness.
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I can still smell the sweet, red cedar steam rising off the hot water and the soft melting of snowglobe-sweet snowflakes on my naked shoulder. I can still hear the silence, the laughter, the crackle of the fire… Breathing in everything I need to be whole and well in this world. Breathing out everything life on Earth needs to be well in this world.
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We’re transforming every minute of our lives. Growing, changing and biodegrading without any need to ask those processes to function. Each breath automatically brings life that’s followed by death and it’s a silent process that runs in the background while we scroll Instagram, work jobs, shepherd children and distract ourselves with the elements of living that interest us most or that we’ve been programmed to believe are most important.
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