It’s January. How strange that we’re told/sold that this is the time of new beginnings. 🤔 While the natural world is hibernating and our bodies (also nature) are drawn to do the same, we’re told it’s time to start fresh, make resolutions, set goals, initiate big changes, and make things happen. How bizarre. No wonder all that new year momentum rarely sticks. It’s the middle of winter. It’s not time for bursting yet. Stay tuned for spring. That’s when Life does new. 🌷
Going with the flow of the natural world is easier than fighting it, but swimming against the current of culture is challenging. Capitalism is constructed on fantasies of perpetual summer. We live in a world that continually tells us to do more, better, faster. But our bodies pay the price of not living in season.
That’s why I need reminders of what is real and true. I need connection with people who are living deeper truths than what the cultural story lays out for us. I need invitations to step out of hustle-grind and into my true life. I need voices that remind me that winter is for slowing down, listening, and incubating. Maybe you do too…
🎶 I believe poetry is a song that is meant to be heard as well as read. A poem is a journey for the senses as well as the mind. I invite you to sit back and experience me reading this one to you. You can listen here:
Wintering The pond is a moody gray, rippling in the wind. Smoke drifts from the neighbors' chimney. The brown curves of bare branches with a few withered leaves clinging hold the birds nest, empty and visible. The window looking out. The warm room. The cozy tick of the clock downstairs. And being quiet enough, still enough to hear it. —Kai Madrone January 16, 2024
P.S. If you could use some more reminders of what winter is for and some really good company on the journey of living in season, I invite you to join me for a free (!!) workshop this weekend with my mentor, Ro Marlen. This workshop is called Align With Your Purpose and it’s profound. You can still join. Here’s her invitation~
Modern civilization distracts and scatters our attention, making it so hard to hear what our Heart is telling us. We encounter daily violence through media that hurts and silences our Hearts.
Our Hearts are tender spirits and their truest desire is what our souls long for—to be all of who we are and to bring that into expression in service to the rest of Creation. The Sages, Shamans, Medicine People and Wisdom Keepers of our planet say that to do just that, we must remember.
Remember who we really are.
Remember where we come from.
Remember where we’re going.
Remember what we’re here to do.
This month, following the energy of the season, I am guiding a series of inner journeys oriented to the European World Tree Cosmology to help us remember…
Remember our innocence.
Remember our brilliance.
Remember how to follow our Heart.
Remember what it is to be a co-creator of reality.
This workshop is called Align with Your Purpose and is free of cost this winter.
You can still sign up for this weekend's sessions here.
When you sign up you will receive an email with a link to the recording from last Saturday’s session. You will then receive a reminder email on Friday with the link to join the live zoom sessions.
This coming weekend I will guide you through a series of journeys that allows you to
Feel your innate brilliance
Identify and question beliefs that are constricting you
Identify your Heart’s Desire for this season/cycle of life
I will also share with you a process, which is the foundation of Regenerative Healing and Living, that will show you how to use the information you receive in your journeys to create the life your Soul is dreaming of.
This workshop is live and is free to all. Recordings will be provided for those who cannot attend live the entire time.
Remaining live workshop times:
Saturday January 27 - 12pm ET - 4pm ET
Sunday January 28 - 12pm ET- 4pm ET
When we remember and acknowledge the Truth of What Is, we can choose fulfillment that is not based on oppressive striving and achieving and our Hearts can lead us into our truest role, the one we long to play and the way we can best bring our gifts to the world.
DeepWinter Blessings,
Ro
I so love listening to you read your beautiful poems.
My winter soundscape is listening to my loom as I step on treadles and hear the creak of the harnesses lifting and the whoosh of the shuttle back and forth, back and forth and the eye candy of watching the imagined cloth emerge.an active meditation that slows me down to the rhythm of winter.
I especially love "withered leaves clinging." Beautiful syntax!