Restored, intensely
So I drove to New Hampshire with a good friend -- lots of personal talk all the way, forward and back -- and in the middle was this amazing Event.
Arrived to charming and gracious voices, lovely welcoming wood-so-happy house, the gentle voice of a new-thawed stream. Awoke to cats and the smell of fresh coffee. Amazing breakfast for 20 with all the best comfort food, day after glorious day. After predictions of dire snow we arrived in light-jacket weather and found ourselves delighting in sun-warmed skin on the third day, listening to the exuberant stream as it made ready to throw off the lid of the last ice tunnel.
Sacred space, deep musical magic, challenge, courage, stepping forward. A brief excursion into ancient shame (listen to your inner critic, see what she has to say, then converse; can you get her to move to your side?) and then healing, releasing, comforting. And more courage, with more proud success. An environment of 'good-finding' and 'success-reinforcing' instead of the fault-finding, failure-correcting words of my youth. A safe and safer place in which to grow.
Magnificent leaders of experiences in tone, rhythm, communication, freedom; wonderful experiments in listening, feeling, trusting our senses. Plenty of space for relaxing, talking with friends old and new, sharing jam sessions, sharing words, regenerating the energy to take the deep risks and do the deep work of the next experiment. Moments to ask questions and find out how to do this or that, in music, in spirit, in life; moments to supply answers and open a door to how to do this or that, in life, in spirit, in music. Moments to act my age and share the wisdom of a life well lived (I can almost write that without giggling, but you know what I mean). Moments to act the young and eager one that still lives inside this weathered body -- and feel the energy of that.
I am so grateful to the inmates of Casa Chaos, and to their neighbors, for hosting us and nurturing us. I am so grateful to the teaching team for their beautiful work. So grateful to comrades and partners and fellow participants. So grateful for insights received and sunshine explored and drumming and singing and ... and ... and ...
Topping it all off with another moment with Beamish Boy, who came home just in time to find a house full of blissed out grown-ups on their way out the door. Yippee!
When' s the next opportunity, again?
:))
Arrived to charming and gracious voices, lovely welcoming wood-so-happy house, the gentle voice of a new-thawed stream. Awoke to cats and the smell of fresh coffee. Amazing breakfast for 20 with all the best comfort food, day after glorious day. After predictions of dire snow we arrived in light-jacket weather and found ourselves delighting in sun-warmed skin on the third day, listening to the exuberant stream as it made ready to throw off the lid of the last ice tunnel.
Sacred space, deep musical magic, challenge, courage, stepping forward. A brief excursion into ancient shame (listen to your inner critic, see what she has to say, then converse; can you get her to move to your side?) and then healing, releasing, comforting. And more courage, with more proud success. An environment of 'good-finding' and 'success-reinforcing' instead of the fault-finding, failure-correcting words of my youth. A safe and safer place in which to grow.
Magnificent leaders of experiences in tone, rhythm, communication, freedom; wonderful experiments in listening, feeling, trusting our senses. Plenty of space for relaxing, talking with friends old and new, sharing jam sessions, sharing words, regenerating the energy to take the deep risks and do the deep work of the next experiment. Moments to ask questions and find out how to do this or that, in music, in spirit, in life; moments to supply answers and open a door to how to do this or that, in life, in spirit, in music. Moments to act my age and share the wisdom of a life well lived (I can almost write that without giggling, but you know what I mean). Moments to act the young and eager one that still lives inside this weathered body -- and feel the energy of that.
I am so grateful to the inmates of Casa Chaos, and to their neighbors, for hosting us and nurturing us. I am so grateful to the teaching team for their beautiful work. So grateful to comrades and partners and fellow participants. So grateful for insights received and sunshine explored and drumming and singing and ... and ... and ...
Topping it all off with another moment with Beamish Boy, who came home just in time to find a house full of blissed out grown-ups on their way out the door. Yippee!
When' s the next opportunity, again?
:))