The Process Is the Purpose
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- Published on Saturday, 14 January 2012 05:10
- Written by Barbara Snow
My reasons for starting a blog were three-fold.
1. First, recording my personal experience of expansion during this wonderful time of The Great Birthing anchors it in my psyche. I love sharing what I’ve learned and how I’m blessed with my current state of happiness.
2. Second, it can stimulate your thinking about what your expansion looks like. I suggest that you are further along than you think, and I’d like to help you see the signs in everyday life. Here are great big juicy kudos!
3. And third, as we all Become our best selves, we make our immediate worlds better, which inspires our friends and neighbors and then their friends and neighbors and before you know it, lots of things are better and our New World is squirming its way through the birth canal.
Why Shamanism?
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- Published on Tuesday, 03 January 2012 10:45
- Written by Barbara Snow
When my spiritual path turned to shamanism in 1999, I had no prior exposure to any form of indigenous spirituality. I struggled. What is a WASP from Texas doing studying Peruvian curanderismo? I only knew that the practices provided comfort, direction and a sense of returning to myself. In the years since, a huge flowering has taken place among sophisticated, mostly white, affluent people who show up at cross-cultural gatherings around the country and undertake spiritual pilgrimages to the Andes and other sacred sites throughout the Americas. Why? What lack are native traditions filling?
After a Year of Being an Orphan
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- Published on Tuesday, 03 January 2012 10:43
- Written by Barbara Snow
The death of our parents is a huge event. Only then do the energy chords that first defined us dissolve and we are once again in a womb, but this time, one of our own making. I didn’t know this until I became an orphan, although I lived thousands of miles from my parents for nearly three decades. I didn’t feel it as much after Mother died, but the first year after Daddy died, I felt keenly the loss of the energetic platform. Partly it was what I resisted in order to define myself. Partly it was safety, home, a point of connection. It felt chaotic, confusing, scary. And I experienced an ongoing eruption of creativity. The process appears to be a kind of soul retrieval, parts of myself lost along the way that are blossoming. Dissolution of my old world has fueled exploration of my new one: the space within myself. Authenticity is addictive. There is a thrill – an actual physical experience of resonance - when you do what you deeply love. You can feel it and you can hear a cosmic click when you follow the pulls in your belly.
Story Making
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- Published on Wednesday, 12 October 2011 09:02
- Written by Barbara
Years ago I returned from a vision quest on Mt. Shasta with sensations swirling, emotions raw and charged. I could feel my energy field rearranging, even the cells in my body. I called Woody. Woody Bailey was a wonderful man of mostly Apache heritage, who held the tribal office of storyteller. His job was to listen to the details of someone’s experience, see the greater picture, and give back to them in story form the cosmic view of their experience.
