“I don’t know what to do,” said a client I'll call Sarah, visibly worn down by what she was about to share.
“I’ve lived in a guesthouse nearby for over 2 years. I love where I live. The location is prime. The best. I have a little yard filled with plants, and I don’t want to leave, but I don’t know what to do. Rats live in the walls, and my landlord, who lives in the bigger house on the property, won’t do a thing about it. The rats keep me up at night. I can’t keep living like this. I don’t want to hurt them, and I don’t want to move.”
Two weeks ago, I celebrated one of my favorite days of the year: Beltane!
Beltane is a Celtic holiday that honors the midway point between the Spring Equinox and Summer Solstice. It’s a celebration of fertility, lovers, and the Beloved, traditionally enjoyed around a bonfire where people from all over the village literally communed together in love.
I’m currently on day 8 of a month-long food elimination cleanse.
With no sugar, chocolate, fruit, nuts, grains, dairy, and caffeine, this past week has been a ride to say the least. While I’ve felt deeply nourished by slowing down and taking life one moment at a time, I’ve also experienced moments of immense agitation and frustration. By giving these feelings an outlet through release writing, body movement, and making sound - literally giving my feelings a voice - I’ve learned so much about what’s true for me right now.
When I was in high school, my mom had a spiritual awakening inspired by a breast cancer diagnosis she has since healed from. At the time, I was perpetually stressed out. It was just before end of the year finals, and instead of my mom's usual advice to study and do my best, she said to me, "You can give this to God. You don’t have to carry around the stress, the worry, or the fear, Madeline. Give it to God. God will take care of it for you."
We gathered in a circle, underneath a canopy of cotton sheets carefully crafted to filter the scorching sun. It was late September 2016 in the heart of Topanga Canyon, and in spite of the dreamy landscape, I felt confused.
When it comes to communicating with the Divine, there’s no right or wrong way. Your spiritual practice is sacred, and I’m not here to tell you how to do it.
I am here, however, to lovingly encourage you to communicate, to ask, to explore your relationship to the wisdom within in a way that resonates with you.
From above, we saw there was something on the altar.
What was it?
We descended the steps to the womb of the Lady Chapel in Glastonbury Abbey, and as we approached the altar of Magdalene…we saw it.
I’ve never liked ghost stories, and ever since I can remember, I’ve avoided the dark. Throughout childhood and adolescence, I avoided haunted houses, scary movies, and my friends’ Ouija board fascinations. It wasn’t worth the tormenting thoughts and feelings I’d have for the next few weeks, imagining the worst that could happen while trying to fall asleep!