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Ostara 2019

A friend reminded me it’s time to post for Ostara, so blessings to you all.

In dealing with our students and watching the season change, the lesson I’m learning now is that new beginnings aren’t enough. Sure the earth is turning, seeds are sprouting, plants are budding…and it’s beautiful and fresh and green and fine…we always talk about that around this time of year. “Spring is new beginnings,” we say, Fresh Starts, Spring Cleaning…all of those things. And it IS those things, no question.

But all of those things have a common theme we don’t really mention because it’s subtle and underneath it all. Vulnerability.

New beginnings of all kinds are almost always adventures in vulnerability. The grass shoots that just start showing are thinner and finer and a paler shade of yellow/green. Buds are often referred to as “tender.” Infants are at their most helpless. I mean, maybe we don’t talk about that because it’s frightening to be vulnerable, or maybe we don’t talk about it because it’s so much part of our consciousness that we don’t think it needs to be said. I feel like it does.

I feel like, if we’re going to change our ways, as individuals, as a culture, as a planet, we have to accept that the beginning is always vulnerable. We make mistakes, we are worried about how we are viewed, if we will be ridiculed, or even something simple like, “will I have the strength to follow through on this new habit I’m trying to create?” That’s a legit thing, a legit fear. But we cannot let it stop us from our new beginnings, whatever they are.

The ability to be vulnerable is, ironically, a strength. Only the strongest of us are willing to be so. It comes from a knowledge that we are always safe, really. When you love the people you are with you can share your vulnerabilities with them, but if you don’t love yourself it can be hard to look in the mirror sometimes.

I’m watching the people I love grow and change and it is beautiful. Watching them reach beyond who they were towards who they want to be, even if it frightens them, even if they aren’t sure they will succeed, and it is beautiful and brave. There is always next time, I say, we can repeat these things until they become instinct, until they change our patterns of behavior for the better but, like any garden, we have to water it, we have to nurture it, talk to it, sometimes prune off the bits that aren’t healthy. We have to participate in our own growth process if we really want to sprout and move. Sure, you can let it be what comes naturally, there is a wild beauty in that as well…but if you get involved the growth becomes phenomenal, the change is transformative. I guess that’s the difference…one is Growth, the other is Transformation. And you can choose. Choose who you want to be.

But in order to do that, the first step is to really take that chance on being vulnerable, on being tender and new. The whole world does it, it’s okay. The important thing to remember is that every new seed that sprouts is really primarily rooted underground. No matter how new and gentle they are, there is a life underneath that is safe and protected. You are always nurtured by the things that ground you, whether that is your friends, your family, your home, your job, your ancestors, your Self. You are always surrounded and protected by those things. They will not disappear just because you stuck a finger outside of your bubble. These things that ground you, that you have built your foundation on, they will always be there.

But you have the opportunity to be more, do more, experience more. Now is your time. Accept that Vulnerability will be a part of it no matter when you do it. It will always be a part of it, don’t let it stop you. Beautiful things are waiting for you. Terrible things too. But even when the terrible things strike, you will still be surrounded by the things that ground you, and you will adapt. You are safe. You have always been safe. You just didn’t believe it before.

Believe it now. Believe that we are here and loving and supporting you. That your family, whether that is from genetics or choice, is here to support you. And maybe you didn’t know this, but we are so moved and so joyful to watch you move in this way, to see you expand and become more than who you were. We are actually watching and waiting for you, watering you every day, nurturing your environment, and looking for those tender shoots to come above ground so we can celebrate with you.

This Ostara, my wish for you is that you recognize that your vulnerabilities are beautiful, so very beautiful and human, and that they give you the gift of compassion. I wish that you don’t let them stop you from that new thing you want to do or try. I wish that, if that new thing fails, that you recognize you can just try some other new thing at any time, and that vulnerability and failure aren’t something to avoid anymore. They are indicators of growth and evolution. Hell, if you try something and fail and get up and do it again over and over, it’s bound to become a habit eventually. Like my friend always repeats, “Fall down seven, get up eight.”

I wish that you grow, and that your growth goes smoothly and joyfully.

Blessed Ostara to you.

MSC 2018

Midwest Shaman’s Conference, 2018, driving home. Pouring rain, Amber sleeping in the passenger seat, behind a truck trying to pass a truck, getting hit by both of their spray, having trouble seeing ten feet in front of me. It was a little scary, and we had left early, skipped the Sunday classes because we knew the rain would make the commute home longer. In that moment, although I was glad we had left early, part of me was still there. These are heart-friends…people I trust with my well-being because that is “how shaman do.” The function, the nature, the calling, the pull, the drive, the yearning…it’s all about healing, the different natures of it, cultures of it. It is the truest definition of “safe space” that I can think of, where your ugliness can be pulled out into the open like it was midwifed, and loved into being and wholeness, forgiven, cleansed, and given back to you like a new creature. Transformed through care and forgiveness. It’s a beautiful thing.

I was thinking, you see, of what one of the Elders had told me. He gave us all messages, personal ones, and I was thinking, “Should I share this? Is this even appropriate to share?”

At that moment, that VERY moment, the tiniest of spiders dropped down from my visor in front of my face and hung there.

“I know what that means. Yes, I will share. But this is not safe space, little one.” I caught her by her web and pulled her farther away from my face and she caught on my steering wheel, dangling in the space where I look at my odometer. This was not good. I slowed down and reduced some splash, but I couldn’t have her running around my car while I was driving in the rain…it could get us all killed, Amber, the Spider and Me. I caught her on my hand and put my hand out the window, letting the wind take her, wishing her safe travels…and if she landed in my back seat that was fine…just please don’t mess up my driving.

The message (or at least part of it, the part of it I’m supposed to share…I didn’t get permission for the rest so you just get this) is, “See yourself the way we see you and Rejoice, the way *we* rejoice when *we* see you.” After ritual I thanked him for his blessing and for his presence and his teachings, and he thanked me, said he was grateful for me, (for all of us, not just me, I’m sure) for our willingness to hear the lessons and learn them. I knew he meant it, and that was amazing to me. Grateful for me? Why? I did not contribute, I only absorbed and listened. I am a gnat next to a giant, who is part of a long line of giants and ancestors with a family of creatures I do not know and cannot name. But like I imagine all natural things in the Native world, even Gnat is a brother who has a place and a lesson to teach.

From that moment forward, I became very conscious of how people looked at me, what they said of their experiences of me. So glad that they met me, they said, I was delightful they said, I had such good energy they said….even the ones I didn’t spend any time with. How did they come by this opinion of me, I wondered, if they didn’t spend time with me? If we didn’t have conversations? If they really didn’t know my opinions, or if I was a jerk, or anything? Were they listening to my conversations with other people and deciding that way? How did they come to that conclusion?

I’m not sure that matters.

I think what matters is like, just like when I was figuring out that I wasn’t ugly, that there is a swell of a particular type of compliment. Everyone tells me I give good hugs…that’s pretty standard. The people who tell me do not know each other. They are not making group agreements to all tell me the same thing. There is not some mass conspiracy to make Mowgli believe she is a good hugger, that would be absolutely ridiculous. THEREFORE, it must be true. I must be a good hugger. That’s just logic.

There are some people who just wear their joy on their face. It has nothing to do with me, they just do…and if they light up when they see me, then logic dictates my presence makes them happy. I need to just accept that.

When I was younger, my parents tried to kill me…I’m not dead because the mechanics of making that happen in a way they wouldn’t get arrested created opportunities to survive it…but there is this undercurrent of belief in my life that, it doesn’t matter if people are nice or help provide for my needs….deep down inside, they really just want me to go away. I fight it all the time. It’s a voice I know that lies, it finds small pieces of accidental rejection and tries to blow them into massive truths that are hurtful. I do not bother people with this, I know that it is my Shadow that does this to me, and there is no hole anyone else can fill to make this go away, that it has to come from me. But it’s really not serving me, and I feel like any other junk that I’ve been working on has been resolved enough that I am now ready to let this piece go.

I’m listening now, and watching. I’m ready to believe you. So why is it this piece and no other of the message that I was given that it’s okay to share? Why tell you all this?

Well, duh. Isn’t it obvious? Because you can too. Because all those people who surround you with love on a regular basis, all those people who enjoy your company…they don’t have an ulterior motive either. No conspiracy. They just like you. For realz.

Look for that moment when they see you. Do they light up? If they do, just trust that. They are happy to see you.

And anything else is kind of immaterial, isn’t it? If they love you, then they do. And for now, as you are learning your awesomeness, as you begin to believe that you’re not so terrible, that is the place to start. No one fakes that startled surprise look because it’s almost impossible to fake. When your presence turns up unplanned, that look is Truth.

I can’t speak for anyone else, but I can say that just about everyone on here, I am always always always glad to see, and hug and hold and love. Thank you for being patient with me as I learn this thing that you have all learned so easily….how to love ME, accept ME, hold ME. Thank you, collectively, for being happy to see me. I am grateful for this lesson you teach me.

I’m a little late to this particular party, but I’m getting ready. Blessings to you for holding the space until I get there. Sorry I’m late, but I know you don’t hold that against me. Your love is so much bigger than I knew, and I am so sorry I doubted you. I know you forgive me, but I am so sorry.

Gods, you are all so very big together, and I keep crying…but it is a joyful healing cry, and it will stop eventually, and then we can all laugh.

Thank you for holding the space until I can catch up. I am very grateful.

And I will hold the space for you, until you get here. Because you held it for me, and because I love you, and because you are wonderful and strange and unique and confused and loving and doubtful and hurt and looking for light.

I can’t wait for you to get here. Love you so much, and you’ll know that when you see me.

Just wait ‘til you see the look on my face.