Ritual Revolution

It’s been an interesting week.
I held ceremony in the streets of San Francisco.
I travelled to Harbin Hot Springs to have a dream about truth, boundaries and the merkava.
I got to do Priestess work at my day job.
I had sleeping and waking moments of sleeping and waking dreams.

Things are different now.
There’s no going back.
I don’t know how it will come together,
and I know what’s true for me will guide
the way forward:
Ritual Revolution.

I’m undergoing a fundamental shift in my core beliefs, lifestyle, essentially my personal culture.
And because the core of this shift is interconnectedness,
integration of my authentic self, embodiment of my essence
are undeniable.
I am a Priestess of the Present, wherever I go.
On my 2-mile walk to work,
in my apartment,
on BART,
I am here to hold space for connection.
To reflect the sacred light within all life.
My inner guide is my supervisor
and my breath is my paycheck.
I promise,
I’m doing my best.

Thank you for being.
Thank you for Being with me.



A poem I wrote on Kohenet retreat last week…
[Kohenet is Hebrew for “priestess”. I’m one of about 18 women going through the first west coast training in embodied, earth-based, transformative Jewish leadership and ritual arts.]

January 21, 2015

Tears come
the wounded place says
Dam them up
I let them drip their way down my body
held in cupped hands by the prayers of my sisters

Words come
the wounded place says
Write them down
I let them weave deeper into muscle memory
so my dance becomes testimony

Spirit comes
the wounded place says
Hold on tight
I let her whisper and pass through
stillness holding holy echoes

for so long the wounded place
has directed
walled herself in, encircled by her pain
wanting to know it so deeply she forgot
She lives in wholeness

In this circle of sisters
fingertips touching
transmitting invitation
To come in truth
The door opens
And I dance through