While my whole being
screams for sleep and sanity, I tweak and twiddle in a frenzy of mock-genius. Yet somehow I manage to turn layer
upon layer of voice, autharp, clarinet and even drums into a true Sinterklaas present for my family: a mini folk festival. At the ashram I share some true Sinterklaas spiced cookies and frantic dice rolling. But as soon as Sinterklaas is off to Spain, I crash big time. It is almost reassuring to know I still have it in
me to hit rock bottom this hard.
I clamber out of bed when I feel slightly alive again. My
tears have all dried up and the scratches on my arms and legs will heal. As a
reward, I get to join Mie on the 13th to celebrate Santa Lucia. Dressed all in
white I follow her into the temple, holding a candle, practicing my best Danish
on a sweet song.
The month ends in an abundance of space and light:
Solstice bonfire in the snow, 5 Rhythms Dance, jolly outbursts
of song & dance, watching the highly ashram-inappropriate Cloud
Atlas, playing Citadels after hours, making Divine
Mothers out of clay,
laughing, skinny dipping in the freezing lake, teaching Kundalini Yoga
3HO style, sharing gifts of the heart,
bedtime conversations, music, empowering ritual on the beach, snow,
snow, snow, cuddles and candles and
chanting in the Temple into the New Year. Slightly exhausting yet highly
satisfying.
2014? - Lightness & trust.
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