I have returned to Colorado after a month filled with exploration, experiences and adventure. I can't recall having as much fun or challenging a time since Basic Training 24 years ago. Odd as that may sound, it was the last time I threw all caution to the wind, left responsibility behind to board an airplane and consciously embark on a radically life changing adventure. It was not nearly as pleasurable an experience the first time around. Both necessary all the same.
June was paced with varying energy demands. First luxuriating with my earth medicine teacher, sister and friend as goddesses. Four days we spent relishing in ancient ways of how women share, nurture and grow with one another through the flowing bends of life. We moved suspended in the sky, through caves enveloped in darkness and bathed in herb infused waters. Days later, we stumbled upon a large butterfly puddle and shaded dappled flower patches.
On June 9th I had the honor of priestessing, Soulfire Trance Dance and Erotic Vocal Expression, with the Colorado Springs Red Tent offering the experience to open into succulent Shakti expression and form. Smiles all around. Women laughing. Our food offered in blessing between Sisters -- tastier, juicier and more scrumptious than the norm. We shared and expressed the enjoyment of consuming the nourishment of our food, noticeably enhanced. Thank you, Sisters, for fulfilling an ancient and once quiet dream.
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Within days, and too short a time really, my husband, Daniel, and I were off to Belize. A trip years in the making and one I committed to without expectation. Having tossed various travel plans around here and there, my heart would consistently wander back to this space. Two days after our plans were finalized I had a vision in Spirit induced trance. While the imagery was clear to me, Seeing opened far more questions than answers offered.
Exhausted from tidying up the strands of my mundane life, I threw a few things into my suitcase without concern.
This work requires space.
My first night in the jungle I bathed outside under a canopy of stars. Suspended above my head were blooming lush red and salmon pink flowers amidst branches and leaves of green. Feeling a palpable connection between elements and energies playing around and through me. The jungle air soothing this experience as I slipped into the frequency of this space and time on Earth. In that moment, I felt the entire lusciousness of bliss.
I tiptoed, swam and played in the Roaring Creek River, crossing 300' into the original Mayan entrance to the Actun Tunichil Muknal. An experience of entering the Earth Mother through her sacred Yoni to deep healing chambers; I was comforted in remembrance of my personal descent into darkness. A group of us crossed the Guatemalan border to visit the ancient Mayan citadel ruins of Tikal. We hiked a trail where Scarlet Macaws and Toucans fly sounding relaxed calls lifted on outstretched and effortlessly beating wings. Later in our journey we snorkeled the Belize Barrier Reef and discovered unexpected treasured time with local villagers learning indigenous ways of contemporary business, traditions, customs and various plant medicines as we rode bikes through the local village.
We've safely returned to Colorado and I am, likely to no one's surprise, processing. Resting. Learning. Discovering. Exploring.
Living an impassioned life with meaning,
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September 8th with the Colorado Springs Red Tent
by Jessica R. Allen
On the side of the road
Between dry earth and stone
They both long to fully bloom
Above her wielding death
With and without him
He remains at her center
She blooms outside of him
He deepens his hold on her heart
Growing roots entangled together
She begins to lose her luster
He grows taller
Arching towards the Sun
Sinking her roots into the Mother
Where mysteries give way
Too tightly bound to separate
Too tightly bound to grow
Together suffocating defeat
I wrote this poem during a walk after seeing the two plants (gaillardia and knapweed) pictured; the story between the two forming in my mind the further I walked. I found the knapweed cut upon my return the next day. Not removed - but cut to the level of the gaillardia, as if trimming them to look the same would cure them of their dilemma. Upon further reflection I thought, isn’t that the crux of co-dependence? Neither able to fully bloom while remaining entangled. Neither truly free.
of pearls and bone
by: Jessica Ruth Allen