by Katy | Dec 20, 2019 | awakening, earth, practices, ritual, seasons & cycles
Winter Solstice occurs this year on Saturday, December 21st, 2019 at 8:19 pm Pacific Time. This is one of the most celebrated turnings of the year in the Northern Hemisphere as it indicates the beginning of the return of the light as Eairth begins to...
by Katy | Nov 15, 2019 | awakening, body, earth, goddess, mindfulness, practices, seasons & cycles
Stepping outside with a task in mind, I move with intention toward its completion. Subtly and completely, my perception shifts, and instead of allowing my mind to dictate the doing, my body opens—to the front and sides and back— adding a fullness and a...
by Katy | Oct 24, 2019 | awakening, mindfulness, personality, poetry, seasons & cycles, self-care, song, The Feminine
Cutting Loose by William Stafford Sometimes, from sorrow, for no reason, you sing. For no reason, you accept the way of being lost, cutting loose from all else and electing a world where you go where you want to. Arbitrary, sound comes. A reminder that a steady center...
by Katy | Jul 31, 2019 | awakening, earth, Enneagram, mindfulness, seasons & cycles
Don’t seek perfection. Instead, be in touch with the living quality of each moment. ~ advice from Pema Chodron Try it right now. Open your senses—eyes, ears, nose, taste, touch, balance—and allow the living moment to touch you. Take it inside you and allow your...
by Katy | Jul 4, 2019 | awakening, body, earth, poetry, practices, relationship, seasons & cycles, self-care, The Feminine
From all quarters, life on this precious Eairth is desperately calling for the rising of the rooted Feminine—in both women and men. Eairth* and all her creatures are gasping for breath. We lose between 1 and 300 species every day (low to high estimates),...
by Katy | Jun 6, 2019 | awakening, body, mindfulness, personality, poetry, practices, seasons & cycles, The Feminine
I trust what this body knows breathing in, breathing out the way home. I trust the ground, which I can stand upon– the earth that rises to meet my feet and gives gently beneath my weight. And I trust that ground which I cannot stand upon– the falling away...
