Dear Readers,
After a day of recieving the news of the world…natural distasters, political upheavels, corporate schemes to disempower and victimize, I also recieved this sweet piece from a priestess sister. Hmmm…very fitting indeed! When was your last “good cry”?

Blessings,

Anyaa

 

I came home, went straight to my room,

sat on the edge of my bed,

kicked off my shoes,

unhooked my bra,

and I had myself a good cry.

I’m telling you,

I cried until my nose was running all over

the silk blouse I got on sale.

I cried until my ears were hot.

I cried until my head was hurting so bad

that I could hardly see the pile of

soiled tissues lying on the floor at my feet.

 

I want you to understand,

I had myself a really good cry yesterday.

 

Yesterday, I cried,

for all the days that I was too busy,

or too tired,

or too mad to cry.

 

I cried for all the days, and all the ways,

and all the times I had dishonored,

disrespected, and

disconnected my Self from myself,

only to have it reflected back to me

in the ways others did to me

the same things I had already done to myself.

 

I cried for all the things I had given,

only to have them stolen;

for all the things I had asked for that

had yet to show up;

for all the things I had accomplished,

only to give them away,

to people in circumstances,

which left me feeling empty,

and battered and plain old used.

 

I cried because there really does

come a time when the only thing left

for you to do is cry.

 

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because little boys get

left by their daddies;

and little girls get forgotten by their mommies;

and daddies don’t know what to do, so they leave;

and mommies get left, so they get mad.

 

I cried because I had a little boy,

and because I was a little girl,

and because I was a mommy

who didn’t know what to do,

and because I wanted my daddy to be there

for me so badly until I ached.

 

Yesterday, I cried.

I cried because I hurt.

I cried because I was hurt.

I cried because hurt has no place to go

except deeper into the pain that

caused it in the first place,

and when it gets there,

the hurt wakes you up.

 

I cried because it was too late.

I cried because it was time.

 

I cried because my soul knew that I didn’t know

that my soul knew everything I needed to know.

 

I cried a soulful cry yesterday,

and it felt so good.

 

It felt so very, very bad.

 

In the midst of my crying,

I felt my freedom coming,

Because Yesterday,

I cried with an agenda.

 

(from her book Yesterday I Cried: Celebrating the Lessons of Living and Loving)

 

I have often described Shamanic Breathwork as “tantra with the soul”. We dive in deep with the breath, journey to meet an aspect of our soul and have a “lovemaking” adventure in one of many realms of consciousness. The outcome is an expansion of Self, a greater enlightenment. And so it is with tantra, or sacred sexuality. The purpose is to enter into an altered state of consciousness with meditative techniques to run life force energy within self or with another, for a greater connection to Spirit. (Continue reading…)