darkness

Hello friends,

I have lived in the Pacific Northwest for over twenty years and I love the wet drenched landscape, but even the best medicine in excess can make you unbalanced. For the past ten days I have been traveling through the desert and canyons or Arizona, Nevada and Utah. I find I am being balanced by these long vistas and stone energy. By the ancient whisper of red rock. I feel the elements in a different arrangement, sun and wind trip over the depth of land.

This larger and wider perspective brought this prose/poem, which I wrote in 2019, to mind- Was I perhaps sensing the transformational tunnel we would all be barreling through? Maybe…

I want to share it with you because many people right now seem to be in a particular phase of working with grief, and of no longer being able to ignore the whispers of the inner knowing… as it says in the poem, call in the whispers that live on the dissolved edge of night.

Even though I am in a lot of sun right now, the nights are growing, it is November, Scorpio Season, we are in relationship with the darkness. I hope these words serve you well.

Best,

Tracy

I crave you, I want you, you like the ocean, wide and forgiving.

I fantasize about falling into my own darkness. About stripping my days of even the most pleasurable of plans, then watching the tendrils of life sift around me. I dream of an empty space, of warm dirt I can sleep in. Of sand that forms along the edges of my body, cradling me while the ocean repeats her crashing lullaby. Again and again and again.

I dream of a fertile imagination scape-where the guides can whisper in my ears, not for anyone but for me. Guides- How have I forgotten to tend to our relationship? The private one. The one that lies at the dissolved edge of my knowing. That whispers the advances of night. 

Can I disappear into my darkness and complete this depth of transformation? And will I be loved when I return?

The wind will answer, how can this not be when nothing is solid? The water will answer, I will fall and you will too. The Sun will answer, I stay here burning but disappear on my journey sometimes, The earth will answer, drop into me and I will hold you. The space will answer I am what you are looking for. I am what you are afraid of. I am unknown and I am potential and I am unmanifested. I am the night.

DANCE WITH ME- I am very inspired and ready to hold the container for a deep and loving tune up for our whole beings- to build relationship with the inner divine through movement and dance rituals.  

Instrument of the Infinite, Fall Workshop- There is still space.

11/11-13 in person in PDX, OR. SEE all the details here.