Noravirus

The virus wasn't all bad. Feverish dreams were laden with bizarre visitations from the past, present and the future. Scrooge on acid! 

That's where the workshops were born: in the in-between space populated with heat and abstraction.

The ancestors spoke through the streams of perspiration pouring from my body, the febrile anticipation of losing control, and the emptiness of purging. I was upended, inside out, raw. The pressure in my head gave way to cloudy spaciness. The bed became my anchor. Notions of Chronos time dissolved. Nothing and everything made sense. 

I purged, slept, dreamed, purged, slept dreamed… hours turned into days. And then in the early hours of the third night, the dreaming shifted into graspable fragments. The fragments extended into coherent messages.

And here we are.

I've been working with the ancestors for most of my life. Accompanied and haunted, nudged, shouted at, sung to, and tripped up by. I've learned that when I get too stuck in my head, the ground is yanked away from beneath me. Falling the only recourse to land back in the arms of the ancestors. The reminder: you are born from us, a continuation of a long line. You cannot ignore us, you might as well welcome us in. Let us be your companions, your ancestral collaborators. 

Ancestral Workshops...

In these workshops we'll travel to places you've forgotten. We will awaken the ancient wisdom of the earth as teacher, the knowledge of those who have walked before us, the secret and hidden language of healing acceptance.

The workshops will begin in September. 6 introductory meetings, which will lead to a year long journey through 2026.

It is time for change, it is time for grounded ambitious desires for a better future. It is TIME!

For more information see the link above and contact me.