I am hearing the news that a great woman, a great visionary woman whom I had the privilege of meeting has passed.. Rest in Power Barbara Marx Hubbard.
The email invitation to go to Egypt for the solar eclipse in August 1999 hit me in the belly like a lightning bolt. It was one of those rare times in my life when I just knew I had to drop everything and, come hell or high water, follow that thread that pulled me forward from the future. I had to trust that I would be supported to go there.
This essay explores pilgrimage, earth energies and the alchemy of sacred sites – the potential for spiritual transformation offered by embarking on pilgrimage to sites on the earth that have long been sanctified by wonder, ritual, prayer and the footsteps of seekers.
He is sitting with his arms crossed looking off into the distance. His cream colored long coat and shawl drawn up tight against his shoulders and neck. It must be cold. His gaze is soft yet strong. His brow furrowed with slight wrinkles. He is balding by then, his hair thinning yet still long in curls against his chest. I see him in profile only, the photograph of him taken outdoors in golden light, a clump of autumn foliage against him. Atop his mountain. Silent. Silent for decades. And yet, what he did with that silence is a masterclass in speaking volumes about creating peace in the world.
For years it was my Plymouth Rock. The red rocks called out to me through the ethers. Come back, come back, they would say . . .
It was only an 18 hour plane ride where I sat sandwiched between two friends, watching 4 movies, awake the whole time, feeling the point we left the Atlantic and crossed into African airspace. It felt like a homecoming in the air. My TMJ that plagued me for a week before the trip, miraculously disappearing.
Venus was rising in the south sky with the crescent moon nearby. The desert was cool with flickers from the fire being lit for our circle. It was a crisp March night in Joshua Tree. One year of initiations, one year of sacred fires, one year of ceremonies that allowed us to soar with the star nations and the winged ones.
We need new positive stories to seed for the future. We are drowning in dystopian visions, both real and imagined these days.
When I was in graduate school I had the great good fortune to study with Shiloh Sophia, renowned visionary artist and founder of Intentional Creativity®. Shiloh’s classes were my introduction to painting the feminine essence, art as a sacred practice and the world of Intentional Creativity.
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I didn’t set out to paint her … she wasn’t on my mind at all when I began this painting. However I had intended to connect with some ancestral wisdom regarding a story I’m writing set in my birthplace of Jamaica.