Songlines...

Beyond the atom is energy, vibration, sound…..

The song of creation, embodied in music, the voice…

Traditionally Indigenous Australians ‘sang’ up the land to keep it healthy…..

They mapped their country with ‘songlines’…..

We sing lullabys to our children to ease and soothe their souls….

Traumatised or distressed people are often ‘silenced’….

‘Finding ones voice’, ‘Speaking out’, are metaphors…..

Sound can shift emotional blocks…..

We say to ‘play’ an instrument, which the body and voice, of course, be…..

In yogic traditions each chakra has a corresponding sound……

The ‘sound of creation’, it’s said in such traditions is ‘aum’……

Doe, ray, me, far, so, la, tea, doe…..

Root, Sacral, Solar Plexis, Heart, Throat, Third Eye, Crown….

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, purple….

From heart chakra on up, pop tongue on roof of mouth, nnnngg, feel for vibrations within head area…..

Keep em knees soft, tai chi way…..

Move that pelvis, bellydance way….

Sing from these places and spaces…

Feel your story coming through….

Make dat song your own…..

Play with da shapes of your mouth as you make sounds, a, e, i, o, u….

Hit them high notes from your fanny….

Over the last two weeks, working continues in a massive reframe from psych patient, to medicine woman, wounded yet open. I have been both ‘seen’ and ‘heard’, blessed. My wounded little girl has been comforted and held in ways that could only happen through love and safety. My empowered woman has been affirmed, I awaken as does the Goddess, Gaia energy. There is a window opening in the static of sabotaging paranoia and abusive inner voices, seeds planted by perpetrators, surprisingly are becoming blooms of a different hue! The lineage of abuse and grief is being transformed into a new evolving story, composting the old and keeping barefoot. I can now hear my own voice, amidst the others. With time and continuing practices, I see my own voice increasing and the others quietening down, moving on into Source. Nightmares easing. My path of healing service becoming as is…

Perpetrator….

You are not welcome in my space,

You are not welcome in my body,

You are not welcome near my soul,

You are not welcome in my mind,

Perpetrator, you can not hurt me anymore.

We are the children of the Goddess, you can no longer hurt us,

She is awakening, we are awakening,

Perpetrator, you may no longer hurt the land.

Integration of this time is still in its early days, I remember and acknowledge this. I also let go of any feelings that suffering is a measure, it’s good to release, shed tears but I need not take it all on at once. One’s healing journey is not for to be compared to any others, will not occur in one, or even several sessions, but a craft to be honed with times passage, organically. Nourishment is key. Selfcare, and accepting with grateful heart the loving presences in our lives. Those who support me to be my best, and for whom I do the same. Those who give me the space I need when I have to retreat, without taking offense, and for whom I can do the same.

I have flashed back into old trauma fresh as, remembered. I acknowledge this, and go gently with these spaces. Allow myself to hold my little girl, as medicine woman in the now. Let my fella, Miles hold me. My familiarcat, Mush be with me. I see now that I can hold space for women in distress, but that to do so I must maintain my practices, centre and ground. Otherwise, I go down. Go slow. There is no rush, and if anyone says otherwise, question it. Certainly, moments of distress or intensity are opportunities to shift, to be aligned with, but pressure is not support. I know I work hard to build, to face my issues, there is nothing to prove, Great Spirit sees me, even if she sends me challenges that once drove me mad. I no longer dwell there as a resident, visitor mayhaps 😉