As many of you know, I have declared this the Summer of Spinning Gold.
It is the second year of this powerful program and to celebrate I am teaching, telling stories, and sharing some of the ways that we can all call a bit more enchantment into our lives. If you have not already, I would love you to join me.
Start with the First Threads Guidebook. (Pop in your email address and then download it). It gives a beautiful and deep glimpse into my teaching style and approach.
Within its pages you will find my original telling of Rumpelstiltskin, my two favorite daily practices, and a series of little practices that you can do at home – among other things.
Then join me for a series of free calls I will host throughout the summer during which stories will be told, practices will be shared, and the initial steps to more enchanted living will be taken, together. Listen to the first and second calls: On Attunement and Learning to Listen and On Attention and Seeing with Clarity.
Finally, come join the Sacred Artists Facebook group where we will carry on the conversation. (Your membership request will have to be approved by one of our admins and we are good about approving quickly!)
And now, for your pleasure, the origin story of Spinning Gold.
Once there was a cutting…
A knife sliced against the soul as we separated everyday life, the so-called mundane from all that is rich, beautiful and sacred — all that we call enchanted.
A cutting, an act of violence and violation of the pristine substance of our lives, as we bought into ideas and relationships that told us we do not have what it takes to get it together. Do we – or do we not – lack the inner resources and inner knowing to meet the greatest obstacles and challenges of life in ways that are beautiful and inspiring?
Doubting, denying, we have done ourselves the greatest violence, cutting right to the bone: the dissolution, the inner fragmentation, the dismantling and severing of the soul strings. Instead of remembering we found ourselves dismembered.
Cutting. We knew it in our bones as we felt isolated from one another, our communities, our lands, our sense of wonder and possibility. It need not be so…
For we are a weaving.
Each thread flying quickly through warp and weft alike, remembering that the present is determined by the lineage of our past and the legacy we build for the future.
Weaving, the shuttle moving deftly in and out, recalling to mind that the inner and the outer worlds were never meant to be separated, that to understand and fully inhabit one is to understand and fully inhabit both – to live an enchanted life.
Weaving, it binds us to our lives, to our choices, and yearnings; it binds us to each other fostering connection and creativity. Weaving…our stories and songs, our old knowledge and new hopes, our magic into our daily lives. This is our inheritance…
But first, there is a spinning…
Blood cells dancing through the cosmos of your precious body, allowing for light and heat, and life. Spinning, the movement of the earth beneath our feet, imperceptible and nevertheless constant. The movement of the heavens all around us, holding us in their starry hands.
A spinning out into Creation, a spinning into inspiration. There is a spinning, rhythmic, timeless, a spinning of gold, of lives and stories, fears and worries that seem like so much straw, transformed into all that holds meaning, into right relationship, into all that is sacred.