Welcome to SpiritMAMA, my little oasis deep in the forest, where I share cool stuff. Art, music, fashion, people, culture, deep thoughts around my favourite things: my family, alternative medicines, the occult, esoteric, mysterium, pagan gods, magic, the paranormal. Fairies and folktales, curiosities, beautiful things, light and dark. Forays into Traditional Chinese Medicine, herbalism, unschooling, yoga, self-development, shamanism.
I’m a mum raising tiny pagans inside the seasons and cycles of nature. Teaching kids to love the earth and care about what’s happening around them.
I used to be a punk-rock street kid and then a DJ. I’m on a heroine’s quest to heal from a (previous) lifetime(s) of too many late nights and not enough food.
Recovering from many things, now facing off with Grave’s Disease – and winning!
I have to write. It keeps me sane. Writing reminds me why I am here at this time, in this body, surrounded by these freaks and these trees.
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Mission: SpiritMAMA is a lifestyle blog about a mama re-discovering earth-based spirituality.
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Aw, you’re still with me? OK here’s a bit more deets:
I’m a student of shamanism, initiated into the lineages of the Q’ero of the high Andes mountains and of the Celtic White Bone. I’m a yogi with a personal practice of 20 years. I’m an animist. I foster a connection with the unseen worlds. My ancestors guide me.
My husband and I and our two sons live on the beautiful west-coast of Canada, home of Salmon, Coyote, Eagle and black-Bear, in a little-big city surrounded by mountains, on the shores of the Pacific ocean, under the canopy of the northern rainforest, 20 minutes away from wild forests that stretch on for miles and miles.
It rains pretty much all the time here, but in the summer, it turns into paradise.
A few years ago, after the birth of my son Fox (now 9), I went through that early harrowing period of new mama-hood when my baby didn’t sleep for 3 years. We woke up every 45 minutes, 24-7, no joke! Sleep deprivation turned into postpartum anxiety that morphed into OCD.
I was counting, counting, counting things.
I was sure my baby was going to be decapitated at every next corner.
I had a hard time leaving the house. I had a hard time with anger. I had a hard time with everything.
Then at year 3, when we had finally started sleeping through the night regularly, my health bottomed out. I was diagnosed with Graves’ Disease, an autoimmune malfunction.
Somewhere in there, in the insanity that was 2012 mania and my inner landscape, I built a small altar space on the top of my piano and began praying. Hard. This is when things began to change for me.
My health crisis reminds me of the story of Humpty-Dumpty . I have always said, having a baby shattered me into a thousand tiny sparkling pieces. Shamanism is putting me back together again.
And, I’m different.
The most beautiful and deepest experience a man can have is the sense of the mysterious. It is the underlying principle of religion as well as all serious endeavour in art and science. He who never had this experience seems to me, if not dead, then at least blind.
To sense that behind anything that can be experienced there is a something that our mind cannot grasp and whose beauty and sublimity reaches us only indirectly and as a feeble reflection, this is religiousness. In this sense I am religious.
To me it suffices to wonder at these secrets and to attempt humbly to grasp with my mind a mere image of the lofty structure of all that there is.
~ Albert Einstein, The World As I See It (1949)