Gestare Art Collective

   At 6:15am this morning I set out to journey in my back yard in Carbondale Illinois. Since an inland
   hurricane blew through our small town 3 years ago...
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Resting, rest, resting. Om Tara, Tutare, Ture, Soha….(evoking Tara, Tibetan Mother goddess of compassion and swift aide).

Trance - I am standing in the green space close to Ward’s Island, off the bike path on the way to Gibraltar Point. It is one of those blessed warm, sunny summer days when the grass is green and the birds are everywhere singing among the trees. A soft breeze blows off of Lake Ontario. We are standing in this grass together, all the women of Gestare. We hold hands and we make a circle, around and around we go, a dance begins. As we dance, laughing, a tree sprouts from the centre of our dance. We watch in joy as it grows up and up and up among us.

We dance the tree. We dance the tree. We dance the tree of life.

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Shamanic symptoms or a creative psychic illness—what is being asked of me at this time? What is the work and the way for me?

I deeply ground from the authentic core of my own vital, life energy.

I let goddess be my mother….OPEN-ing all the possibilities once again.

This illness dismantle me. I quickly shed false layers. Re-membering WHO I am, and called for. I can only walk into and along my own path—back to women and making circles of life, circles of lives.

Back to ritual, back to birth, and care-ing for/with self/other, which gives the gift. Writing will evolve alongside this – Research is life / spirit (as is art)

Leadership in education – Circles within circles. Relax into this Nané (relax into your path).