Monday, February 27, 2006
I met the fabulous Nzingha on one of my strolls through Whole "Paycheck." I can't remember who spoke to whom first (probably her since I'm kinda-sorta shy and stuff), but we made an instant connection. From that point forward, I'd see her in the community and we'd chitter-chat about everything from health to relationship drama. If anyone thinks that I smile too much, they should meet Nzingha. Everytime I see her, she's smiling something serious. I know that we were meant to meet one other and it's all in perfect time. I love that she and I understand one another. Non of that frontin' stuff-it's all real and all love and yikes! we do keep it real;). I always had a dormant interest in her raw food business and she inquired about my personal training business :). I think we both knew that neither could afford the services of the other, so the questions had to suffice. Well one thing led to the next and before you know it, I'm in Nzingha's home chef kitchen (oogling at her dehydrator and Champion) and we're discussing bartering our services. I'm still in shock and amazed that I will be training with a raw food chef, who food actually tastes yummy to my tummy. YES ma'am, it's delicious. In exchange for her services, she will receive my personal training sessions. OH Nzingha, this is wonderful. I'm gonna whipped your gluteus maximus into shape sis. hehe. I love you girl and I'm so thankful that we are putting this into action. Yes I am.
I've never thought about bartering with someone. I think it only works when the involved parties treat each other as paying clients. I am confident that this will work. Whatever happened to bartering anyway??? We're resurrecting it.
The book above was referred by Nzingha and I stayed up past my bedtime reading it. Check out raw foodist, David Wolfe.
Check out Nzingha's site. Also check out another ex-Whole Paycheck bud.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Anyone that knows me knows how much I love, LOVE to dance and not always on-beat, which is the least of my concern. Oftentimes I go to clubs alone because I just want to dance, without the pressure of actually holding a convo. Not that there's anything wrong with conversation, but like my mums would say "every thing has a home and there's a time and place to visit." Really when you think about it, dancing is a language of it own. Dance is a language that reunites the body, mind, and soul. . Dancing was intergal in rituals and ceremonies all over the world and most valued in goddess-worshipping cultures. Historically women dancing was a way to commune with spirit world and the creator, and always apart of life's celebrations e.g. rites of passage. Sometimes when I'm feeling a little funky and depressed at home, I dress up in fabric and beads (turbins and all-lol), put on some Fela, and dance to an imaginary audience. I'm not sure what ever happen to the love and appreciation for dance, but the spirit of it is apart of the very fabric of my DNA, even when it's looks like i'm having a seizure on the dance floor. I've heard many older repressed"church folk" curse about how ungodly dancing is. Dancing breathes life into me and as long as I have breath, I'll never stop dancing my ass off.
My dear Tonya wrote a powerful piece called " The Power of the Sacred Dance." Side: Dr. Tonya is giving aromatherapyy certification class that I'll will take. If you're interested and live near Georgia, please call Synchronity at 770.640.8184. ;D
THIS IS A GREAT READ :)
The Power of the Sacred Dance
By Dr. Tonya K. Freeman, Ancient Femi9 Wisdom Keeper
In ancient times, woman as Priestess, as Goddess, danced the Sacred Dance in the beauty of her nakedness. She danced in the temples, on the hills, in the valley, by the ocean, in caves and in the desert. The Sacred Dancer connected herself to the entire universe. She was one with all things. The dance was not only a way of telling the story of life it was a celebration of life itself. Uni-Verse. One Song. The Song of Love.
Women knew the magic and the healing power of the Sacred Dance. They knew that by dancing together and for one another that they were doing the work of the Great Mother Goddess. They enjoyed a direct connection to the Divine Femi9 Energy.
At some point in history, the Dance of Life became misinterpreted and seen as lewd. Patriarchy began to set the tone for the Sacred Dance. Man must have felt threatened by the Movement of Life and chose to restrain and contain women in their most natural state of being.
Women were told that only a “certain kind of woman” would move her body in such a manner. It was not seen as a birthing, fertility dance that kept the body strong, healthy and supple, it was seen as “dancing with the devil.” Women began to lose themselves to many diseases of the womb and the body as a whole is a result of constraint.
Woman, loose thy self! Free your mind and free your body that you may once again enjoy the feeling of movement for the sake of a more harmonious life.
We of the womb energy are beginning to get back in touch with our natural movement. In my heart, I know we can become whole again by connecting to that Sensual Spirit, hidden deep within.
Dance and your heart will be joyful. Dance, feel and connect to your inner wisdom and power.
Dancing is meditation in motion. Dancing is prayer. Dancing is a way of expressing “praises for the world.” Let’s dance and manifest a better world, for All Our Relations.
“Dancing stimulates the unconscious mind, which leads to expanded consciousness, and eventually and expansion of the personality. It heightens life and gives one a feeling of wholeness.” Rosina Fawzia – Al-Rawi (Grandmother’s Secrets)
“The Goddess holds the key to the most ancient forms of sacred dance; she is inextricably linked to dance. Dance was the principle form of worship of the Goddess. In some cases, in addition to her role as creator, giver, and protector of all life, the Goddess herself was a dancer, celebrating through dance the cycles of the seasons and the cycles of life. It is here then, with the Goddess, that we begin our journey into the world of sacred dance. Iris J. Stewart (Sacred Woman, Sacred Dance)
Did you know…?
…that dancing quiets the mind and the spirit?
…that when one does head circles and swings it from side to side, it stimulates the cranium which is the neck’s nervous system?
…that when you shimmy your shoulders, work the rib cage and perform serpent like arm movements, you are stimulating the nerves of the heart and lungs?
…that when you work your belly in a certain manner, you are stimulating the stomach, liver, gallbladder, spleen, and small and large intestines. The belly activity also activates the solar plexus “seat of the will.”
…that the pelvis is stimulated by swinging the pelvis and all hip variations. This area is also connected to the sigmoid colon, the rectum, the bladder and the gonads.
…that the back is strengthened by all head movements, shoulder exercises and pelvic movements.
…that all parts of the body are linked to the spine and the pelvis supports the entire body. Therefore, each movement is dependent on the flexibility of your pelvic region. These parts of the body are moved by the largest and strongest muscles in the body, the buttocks and the upper thighs. The strength of the body rests on the flexibility of the lower abdomen.
The Sacred Dance is great for health of the body and it helps you to reconnect to the sensualist, artist, healer, flirt, Mother Earth and imparter of knowledge.
Source: Grandmother’s Secrets by Rosina-Fawzia Al-Rawi
Sacred Woman, Sacred Dance by Iris J. Stewart
Femi9 Soul (a work in progress) by Dr. Tonya K. Freeman
In some Hindu cultures,
The main purpose of dance is to evoke Rasa, which means sentiment or flavor among the audience.
Abhinaya Darpanam says:
Yatho Hasthas Thatho
DhrishtiYatho Dhrishtis Thatho
ManahaYatho Manas Thatho
Bhavas Thatho Rasaha
This is a very important verse and it means:
Where the Hands go, the Eyes should follow
Where the Eyes go, the Mind should follow suit
Where the Mind goes, the Psychological state should follow
Where the Psychological state goes, Sentiment arises.
I'm a mixed-bag of contradiction.
Whenever I, the apothecary, fall on the ground and scrape my knee (which happens pretty often), I frantically pull out my worn travel bag filled with zinc pads, tea tree oil, and other creams to prevent myself from scarring. Yet I love the scars on other people, especially lovers. Scars tell a story and leave a permanent marking of the experience to be shared with others. Similarly to a photograph. There's an energy that lies underneath the scar that can be witnessed through the eyes of the person sharing the story. It's irrelevant if the experience is perceived good or bad by the one who experienced it-- the sharing is what's so beautiful.
A friend sent me this little story that gives me a different way to look at scars. Thanks Dr. Tonya.
THE SCARS OF LIFE
Some years ago, on a hot summer day in South Florida, a little boy decided to go for a swim in the old swimming hole behind his house. In a hurry to dive into the cool water, he ran out the back door, leaving behind shoes, socks, and shirt as he went. He flew into the water, not realizing that as he swam toward the middle of the lake, an alligator was swimming toward the shore.
His father working in the yard saw the two as they got closer and closer together. In utter fear, he ran toward the water, yelling to his son as loudly as he could. Hearing his voice, the little boy became alarmed and made a U-turn to swim to his father. It was too late. Just as he reached his father, the alligator reached him. From the dock, the father grabbed his little boy by the arms just as the alligator snatched his legs. That began an incredible tug-of-war between the two. The alligator was much stronger than the father, but the father was much too passionate to let go.
A farmer happened to drive by, heard his screams, raced from his truck, took aim and shot the alligator. Remarkably, after weeks and weeks in the hospital, the little boy survived. His legs were extremely scarred by the vicious attack of the animal. And, on his arms, were deep scratches where his father's fingernails dug into his flesh in his effort to hang on to the son he loved.
The newspaper reporter who interviewed the boy after the trauma, asked if he would show him his scars. The boy lifted his pant legs. And then, with obvious pride, he said to the reporter, "But look at my arms. I have great scars on my arms, too. I have them because my Dad wouldn't let go." You and I can identify with that little boy. We have scars, too. No, not from an alligator, but the scars of a painful past. Some of those scars are unsightly and have caused us deep regret.
Never judge another persons scars, because you don't know how they got them. Also, it is soooo important that we are not selfish, to receive the blessings of these messages, without forwarding them to someone else. Right now, someone needs to know that God/dess loves them, and you love them, too, enough to not let them go.
People will forget what you said, People will forget what you did, But people will never forget how you made them feel.
It's interesting to look at that.
The next moment, the next event is coming and I am sure that it will be okay.In fact, it will be okay even if it's not okay.Good, bad, right, wrong don't have the same context anymore. They still exist. They have been, for the most part, pretty clearly defined. There are little pockets of vagueness, ambiguity, and just plain old wrong definitions, but on average we're pretty well grounded in the idea that we shouldn't hurt people and most of the variations on that.I'm not very confused about values anymore. The basic things make a lot of sense. It comes out as we should be loving. So, I'm not too worried about doing things badly. I'll let it surprise me.
EmanationsCopyright © 2005 by John MacEnulty2/19/06, St. Louis, MOEmanations is now a BLOG at http://emanations.blog-city.com/Web site address: http://Emanations.net/
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Transistioning is good. Life is beautiful. Surrendering is possible. Wild like the wind (as usual).
Until next time,
Reasons why Freddy (yeah, that one!!!!) is the woman for me. Click this link and press play. (Side: After clicking on play, you may have to let it sit for a minute inorder to view music vid) Check out the imagery of Kali and snippets of Native American tradition. Come back Cree~
Did you see was I obvious
Could you tell I did try to hide it
We can't have can we try just to share
I did try to take it
When I look I see you in me
I don't want to fight it
Shelter us from the storm
It's so warm I get lost inside it
Out of my mind
Out of my mind
Take it slow we got time to find it
We don't have to chase it
Got no push got no shove
We just got love we don't have to force it
Out of my mind
Out of my mind
We got change it's changing all the time
You got yours and I got mine
Promise me that you won't promise me
Revelation sunshine because I'm
Out of my mind
Out of my mind
Love is all
Love is all around
Love is all around us
Love is all around us look
Love is all around us look around