The Year of the Body: Week 9 in which I receive the biggest mystical assignment of my life, discover and melt the trauma hidden in my body, and… Friends, soul writers, mystics, and lovers of prayer, On Thursday, I celebrated the 3rd anniversary of being awakened in the night with the assignment prayer artist. That assignment…Read More
The Year of the Body: Week 8 in which deep soul writing meets deep body writing and falls head over heels in love Friends, soul writers, lovers of prayer, When people hear my name, their first thought is: oh, yes, that woman who wrote a book on soul writing. And that is me. I did write Writing…Read More
“Many thousands of years ago ancient seers understood revering the Sun as the highest symbol of divine consciousness and its light the spiritual source of creation” The Path of the Spiritual Sun, Belsebuub When Rabbi Tirzah and I followed a shared intuition to offer a winter gathering to release 2020 and welcome 2021, we were focused…Read More
On this first weekend of December, I am reminded that the Winter Solstice always ushers in something I’m not expecting or requesting. It is a gift. A gift that is sacred, wise, and holy. And always—always—it is a surprise. Even though I know this is a sacred time of rebirth as we await the return…Read More
Before you read this Notes from the Field, stop for a second and notice how you are breathing. Smooth and gentle? Fast and thin? Perhaps a bit short or rough around the edges? Until someone calls us to notice our breath, we’re pretty oblivious. In addition to being oblivious to our personal breath, we tend…Read More
Has this not been the week to cap all weeks? And not just for Americans. I’m in several international groups and everyone everywhere has been holding their breath. On Saturday at noon, as Celtic author Sharon Blackie welcomed 300 people around the world to the second class in her Your Witch Will Come course, she…Read More
In Sunday’s blog, I promised to give you a special prayer to carry us through to the end of the year. It’s called The 9 Mothers of Stella Maris. I will be setting it up as a podcast episode with lots of extra goodies, but for now, I simply want to get it into your…Read More
The emails have begun. I get a flurry of them this time of year from people anxious to register for The Lotus and The Lily prayer intensive that opens in mid-November and always sells out. But this year your emails have a more frantic tone. For 10 years, mystic souls around the world have gathered for 5 weeks starting in mid-November…Read More
Saturday was the third day of the dark moon. The dark moon is a time of divination. Of illumination. Of healing. And this dark moon was no exception. She delivered quite the gift, and I’m pretty sure it’s as much for you as it is for me. Although we now live drenched in artificial light,…Read More
Stella Maris, Star of the Sea First light, Last light Guide us all safely home The 9 Mothers of Stella Maris Can you pray too much? Never thought I’d ask such a question! I’m pretty sure the answer is no, but I did have a week so full of prayer that it seemed that a…Read More
This has been a most extraordinary week. I know it seems I open every Notes from the Field with this sentence, but this has been a most extraordinary year, hasn’t it. And this past week felt like it encapsulated the whole wild story of 2020. On Tuesday, we held the first Mother Moon Yoga on…Read More
I had a lot of plans for today’s Notes from the Field. In fact, I had so many delicious topics related to the labyrinth that I was having trouble picking what to write about in this last newsletter before we open a new prayer intensive on Tuesday. I thought I might talk about the labyrinth…Read More
Friends, soul writers, and lovers of prayer, The labyrinth has a voice. And I experienced it this morning. Here’s what happened. In the night, I saw myself stepping onto a labyrinth for my daily anointing practice. I didn’t write anything on the yellow pad that is always in bed with me, so I think I…Read More
“This is the most important week of the entire year.” Emma Kupu Mitchell Friends, soul writers, and lovers of prayer, This week has been extraordinary for everyone. Everywhere. And for many, it feels like too much. Too much unknown. Too much chaos. Too much betrayal. Too much exposed all at once. Too many dark truths…Read More
The rosary has a problem. A big problem. It’s the number one issue holding people back from picking up a rosary and trying it on for size. The problem is the opening prayer. You might know it as the “Our Father” or “The Lord’s Prayer.” If you were raised in any Christian church, it’s imprinted permanently…Read More
Yesterday was the first day of a new lunar cycle. And not just any lunar cycle. It is the first full lunar cycle of 2020. The last lunar cycle was born in the dark moon days of December 24, 25, 26. During those three days I received clear (if slightly terrifying and certainly breathtaking) instructions…Read More
The heart of radical prayer is forgiving everyone. Everyone. We begin by gazing. We gaze with love at those we find hard to love.Read More
I want to do something on my birthday that applauds my soul for making the outrageous choice to come into this world. So the gift is for you!Read More
There is a vital connection between creativity and mysticism. To make art is to make love with the sacred.Read More
New Year’s Eve (that’s lunar new year’s eve) was Thursday. The first day of the new lunar year was Friday. And Saturday was a lovely day to rest and digest and integrate this birth.
And it was quite the birth, wasn’t it!Read More
What is prayer? Have you ever asked yourself this question?
I never did.
Prayer was simply what we did as a child.
No one sat me down and talked about what prayer is or who we’re praying to or why. It was just assumed. It was in the air.
And I didn’t question it.Read More
When I first heard the words, “prayer artist” in the night, I didn’t have a clue what it meant or where it would take me. And it scared me.Read More
When I clearly heard “prayer artist” in the night 11 months ago, I had a choice. Even in the dark in the middle of the night, I knew I had a choice. But here’s the problem:
My body voted one way. My heart another.