Today’s post is brief, letting you know about a new meditation offering, and that the work is bearing fruit.
Due to popular request, I’m now offering a meditation class three times a week. I can guarantee you that you’ve never meditated like this before! Taking the rigorous bones from zen and re-infusing it with the wild lushness of our shared female ancestry, we’ll be diving deeper than ever in the here and now. You can check out the details here.
There are so many paths that once were one, and have diverged into countless this-a-ways and that-a-ways. They’re all good, they all lead you home. This is the way that works for me, and I suspect will be enjoyable for most of you as well. The point of meditation is to encounter the axis mundi within our own body, the source of all life and pleasure. And while I’m incredibly grateful to my Zen teachers for all that I was taught, in the end there was something vital to my being that was absolutely lacking in that training. Fortunately, I found all that I was looking for in the Distaff branch of the Path of Pollen trainings at the Sacred Trust. For women who are looking to reconnect with your deepest roots, I recommend the teachers and teachings with my entire heart and soul.
What you will encounter here is Zen training with the ghost of the root restored. We were taught at the dojo that what is currently called Zen is a small branch that originally came from the great tree of Tibetan Bön. At the time, of course, this caused me to perk up my ears and ruthlessly question the Roshi every chance I got. I’m happy he was willing to share esoteric texts as well as translations, as it led me to a place of understanding and ultimately, after a trek on a long and twisty road, to the Path of Pollen. There’s sex on this road, people, really amazing sex! (But no sex in the meditation class, sorry!) I’ll get more into that topic as I reintroduce the Qadishtu writing on the website.
So, back to the topic at hand, please check out the information on the meditation class, and join me anytime if you are interested.
Lastly, glorious kudos to the wonderful women who are participating in the first Howling Woman workshop. They’re brave and impeccable in their fierce meeting with the work. It’s been one hell of a week!
Don’t be shy. Post a comment below telling me about your own path. As the intrepid Trevor Leggett ascertained, “All ways are one in the end.”