Over this past weekend I hosted and, participated in, a five day residential workshop on the Sacred Feminine that was facilitated by two very wise and knowing and capable women, Jill Nolan and Astrid Miller; co-founders of EcoEvolutionaries.
During the course of this workshop there was period of 36 hours that were in silent meditation. Within this period of silence, we participants went out of the inner sanctuary of my home before first light, walked until we found a section of land that called to us and then stayed there until after the sun had set before returning home; a total of around 13 hours.
The purpose of the exercise was to feel — without the language of thought — our physical, emotional and soulful connection to the earth mother, Pachamamma. A knowing without words.
To help me in my personal search to understand what the sacred feminine might actually mean, I spent the day beneath the oldest tree on my property: a 300 year old she-oak that a hundred or years ago had split in two and toppled over.
The Fool is the spirit in search of experience. In Tarot, he represents the mystical cleverness bereft of reason within us, the childlike ability to tune into the inner workings of the world.
Knowing that this blog posting would fall on April Fool’s Day, I photographed myself under the tree with the intention of honouring the Fool while searching for the divine feminine.
Did I feel ridiculous? Certainly. But any decent fool knows that only by being vulnerable and open to ridicule will wisdom come.
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