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Jennifer in Maria inspired in a wind storm

Upcoming Event

Women Who Run With the Wolves

Book Study + Art Journaling Class

Join us for a monthly women’s book study thru conversation + art. We will be exploring the myths and stories presented in Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estés timeless work, Women Who Run With the Wolves. Her words + wisdom will be the jumping off inspiration as we process these themes through our own lens and creative expression.

We will incorporate Art Journalling as the medium to unpack and process these themes in our own lives. Each month, on the second Saturday of the month, around the full moon we will gather to begin our own personal exploration of the myths and stories of the wild woman archetype. Our individual work will continue throughout the month as we intend and inspire our lives based off these ideas.

The class can be attended in studio or by livestream. Live-streaming participants will get a supply list to prepare art materials before class each month.

We recommend purchasing the book, Women Who Run With the Wolves, for the reading and continued study throughout the course. Any classes missed throughout the course will be recorded for participation on your timing, however live is always the most potent. No formal art experience necessary.

The course explores themes such as:
Resurrection + The Beginning
Belonging + Exile
The Return
The Joy of Flesh
The Creative Life
Boundaries
Rage + Forgiveness
Initiation + Ceremony of the Wild Woman

We will circle monthly
Second Saturdays from 1-4pm
starting April 10

Cost includes workshop and core art supplies to create an art journal. You will learn the medium of art journalling which is a particular style of creativity. The last class we will bind the journal for inspirational touchstone and keepsake of your Wild Woman journey. Collecting small items, recycled notions, photos etc will be encouraged to use for personalizing your art. $45 in studio + $35 to livestream

Preregistration required at http://www.wildspirityogatx.com/schedule

What am I tolerating?

Note: This is one I found in the drafts  from last January but I think its worth publishing. As the holidays emerge again as they do every year to remind us to get clear.

I’ve been tight and wound the past 2 days and I just couldn’t place what it was. Coming off my amazing adventure over the new year’s ceremony in the mountains of Colorado with plant medicine and one of my most sacred teachers, I could feel life starting to creep back in.  Before I left town, I left a bit of an emotional disaster area at home. My husband deep in his swirling abandonment issues and a mother in law sleeping on my couch, I gratefully left town with some friends to go spend some time with myself in the light.  When I came home I realized what I snuck away from was still swirling in the bottom of the drain.  It is inescapable, I guess. Or everybody is just so used to me, calling it out, calling it up, asking, pushing, pulling and clearing, so since I was out of town, it just sat…waiting for my return.

So I’ve been watching it.  Sort of watching, sort of avoiding, sort of hoping I could float above its reaching claws. But its rolling its paw around my ankle a bit now and I am starting to get pulled into the abyss.  In hopes of clearing it before it could clear me I desperately tried to get my loved one’s response to his own pain. I couldn’t help but to ask one night, if he was doing ok…he opened up for an evening, we talked while I cooked. I thought, “ahh ok, its out there. That’s better.” But then I realized it just got boxed up on the shelf, where it still sits. Because something is still there. I know it. I feel it. Its not right. Its not all mine! And it’s not going anywhere. I resent it. I don’t want to nudge you to fix yourself. I want you to push yourself onward and in.  But the truth of it is I don’t think you would on your own. You’re content to think that everything is fine. Maybe I’m content to think that everything is fine with what I am willing to tolerate from our arrangement here. Or maybe its just the pattern, you hurt I decide what we are going to do about it.

So the word that came to me today, tolerate. God sent an angel, my friend, life coach and recovery goddess texted me a worksheet, “What Am I Tolerating” typed across the page. It asks me to list them and continued on to give 200+ examples of things you might be tolerating. I used some of the suggestions and then went rogue on my own. Things from having a poorly designed kitchen to no sidewalks and narrow streets in my neighborhood. I purchased the wrong light bulbs in my bathroom I tolerate them! I haven’t even considered to go get the softer light bulbs to replace the harsh LED blue lights. I mean like, duh, make life a little nicer! I’m tolerating my messy closet and the endless laundry, my unfinished paint job at my studio and tolerating the bullshit from my web guy.  And in between the listings of my daily resistance towards what is…came some truth bombs.  I have been tolerating an indifferent friendship. A friendship that I want more than is given back to me. A friend that I can’t really tell if she likes me. A friend that I would do more for than she would do for me. And it hurts my feelings and I’m tolerating it and have been for awhile.

I’m tolerating watching my emotionally hurting husband numb out.  I am tolerating watching him know things aren’t ok but deciding to put it on a shelf.  I’m tolerating not being honest with myself, not knowing how to say what I need without telling him what to do. I’m tolerating my co-dependancy. My automatic get in there and fix it for you so it doesn’t have to hurt us anymore.

The worksheet says, “You are tolerating more than you think.” well that became clear as I wrote. But then it says, “You don’t really have to do anything about them. Just becoming aware of and articulating them will bring them forward and in time you will know how to resolve them.” Well ok.  So there they are. And it did help to articulate them. To write them and even rewrite them to share again here. It is the steps to bring me closer to what is true for me. To start to unwind the spiraling descent that contracts me. Takes me away from the light and love. Expansion and contraction, I don’t expect expansion all the time, But I do know that contraction is a nudge for me to come back to looking at what I’m gripping against, what I am avoiding getting clear about and tolerating its aftermath?

life blood

Daughter

Mother

Grandmother

Great grandmother

the evolution of the woman that evolves and evolves,

generations of thought energy moving thru the life blood.

Who is the woman that bore your grandmother?

Don’t you wish you could know more?

What kind of mother did your grandmother only wish she was

did she worry, feel paralyzed or just burry it all?

She was an only child, similar to me

worried about being lonely, alone

not worthy of being loved.

My mother she blazed thru that,

she was ready to face the dis ease

cleansing the uteral life blood that would take her to her knees.

My daughter, like my mother has ideas all her own.

strong women they stand up,

unraveling to disown.

Single mothers like my great grandmother, my mother, never wanted to fall.

My grandmother she held on, to her marriage and it all,

her dis ease, took its toll right up till the end

have to face what hurts and recover from all that’s been.

It is the lineage of their stories that might hold the key,

revealing patterns and life blood energy,

manifested thru me.