healing as being

Being back in this class with Sandra Ingerman is a much anticipated return home. Being amidst our community, our circle, and our work is a welcome homecoming. 

starting 2024 with the best intentions

I was first introduced to shamanic work back in 1985 when the Foundation for Shamanic Studies created by Michael Harner was still called something else and not known to many. 

I experienced my first few journeys and eventually learned how to journey for myself as well as others. Then there was a few years of apprenticeship with my teacher before I started monthly shamanic circles for our different communities in the Philippines and the United States. 

I am eternally grateful to Sandra for her workshops through the years that have sustained and supported me in my personal path and practice. Shamanism is a way of life that feeds Spirit through direct revelation. Keeping the vessel cleansed and clear as best as possible is key to this ever evolving process. 

a place of belonging

I have moved between islands and countries, counties and states a dozen times in my adult life. As often as every year or two in the past dozen years. It is always hard and so much is expended. 

Far more taxing than the physical and logistical effort is the social, emotional and mental adjustment in a new environment. Uprooted and displaced before new roots ad connections can be created once more. 

our home island mountains of Negros

As the economy changes - aggravated by this global pandemic - isolation and quarantine have revealed that many tasks can be performed remotely. Sheltering in place has given us the space to redefine ourselves and explore more geographic flexibility. 

Life has been paused from its wild and greedy rampage and destruction. Going against the status quo set up by governments and big industries, for some it's just the impetus needed to consider other options. 

heart shards & shattered hearts

Home is where the heart is.

And my heart is the center of my being.

This is the haven in which I live.

This is the sanctuary that houses and nurtures me.

I invite loved ones to come join me.

This is where I learn to love all that I invite in.

It has taken me so long to learn to love.

This is the temple of all that was nurtured and has matured.

I belong here.

As my life belongs to me.

This is the temple of my being.

This is the home of my belonging.

move, moving, movement

A home of my own is important to my Cancer beingness.

This recent hunt for a new apartment took longer than planned and some of the initial options presented were just too dismal.

Besides I loved my little barrio and was adamant about remaining here. Daunting as it seemed I would not give up.

Persist. Insist. Resist.

over here, over there

For however many conveniences a more mobile life has procured there are some downsides to it.

Where Heavens Meet

What gets to us all is when we are here there are things that we miss from over there.

And the same goes the other way around.