Cultivating Soul With A Handwritten Note.

Yes, I know. E-cards are so dang easy, but c’mon people…soooo not sexy. Close your eyes and remember back to the day when you walked, ran, sprinted to your mailbox hoping to find a letter addressed to you. Those were the days. Someone took the time to write you a note, lick a stamp, and drop it in a box – for no other reason than to bring you joy. That’s just plain and simple love, and who doesn’t want that? Don’t get me wrong, I think technology is a fabulous blessing of efficiency, but that being said, it also sucks the sensual pleasure right out of soul. So why not get back in the soul groove and give it a try. Send some stamped joy to someone. I would bet a bottle of my favorite rose-water that you derive just as much pleasure as the person on the receiving end. It’s a win-win people…so get bold…send a handwritten note. Smile.

Dirt Nerd Alert…I even go to the Post Office and choose a stamp that best suits the person it’s going to. Try it. Geek fun. Here’s a bonus…you’ll even get to know your neighborhood postal workers. Cultivating community IS cultivating soul. Now that’s a good time!

Aren’t convinced? Need more reasons? 

  • Revive the art of the hand-written note. Be first to be retro hip.
  • E-cards kinda suck.
  • Support an entrepreneurial woman makin’ it in the world.
  • A box of cards is a gift that just might find its way stamped and back in your mailbox someday.
  • Cultivate authenticity and feel how liberating it is to be genuine.
  • Let your fingers hold a pen again…it just feels good.
  • Send love. Make someone laugh. Spread peace.

Click here for some sassy, irreverent, sleek & sexy choices. I dig these cards big time!

 

New Moon Manifest.

The moon is chock full of fabulous energy.  Percolate on this for a moment…tides shift because of it, women menstruate on its cycle, wine tastes differently when harvested with the moon, and even scientists are trying to mine moon energy to use on our dying planet. So, if you are already open to the idea if manifesting new pleasures and dreams into your life…set your intention and let it establish roots. The new moon is about renewal, birth, re-birth, dreaming and growth. If you aren’t quite sure about all this witchy-woo-woo-mumbo-jumbo stuff, well, that’s okay but ask your self “what do I have to lose?” Then try. Just suspend disbelief long enough to dedicate a wish to the mysterious unseen forces that for certain exist in this world…and surrender. This dark side of the moon creates a fertile new ground to manifest a new direction in your life. Take a few moments to breathe deeply, easily and without strain, until you have some clarity of mind, then write your intention*. The written word carries more power – it just does. By the way, you have a full reign to write as many New Moon intentions as you would like. When ink has touched page and you’ve put your pen down, take another deep breathe. Exhale fully. Then release any worry, judgement or expectations around your intentions. Trust that your soul seeks to blossom toward the light and toward your greatest good. So after you’ve planted your New Moon seed(s), step out of the way and watch them grow. Dream big. Live long & prosper.

* A word to the wise…be careful what you ask for, you just might get it! Be sincere, be succinct. Write your intention in the present positive. Go.

Iambic Woman.

“The poet Billy Collins once laughingly observed that all babies are born with a knowledge of poetry, because the lub-dub of the mother’s heart is in iambic meter. Then, Collins said, life slowly starts to choke the poetry out of us. It may be true with music, too.” The da-DUM of a human heartbeat is the most common example of this rhythm. Patterns of poetry. Natural poetry…actually about as close as it gets to pure sound in my book of harmony. Music, lyrics, emotions, flow. It’s in the beauty of the combination of sound and the written word being heard that brings comfort to the words being phrased.

Here’s a random meandering: Interesting to note that this was common with the Italians because they purposely chose words for the beauty of their sound and the flow of their phrasing. So words commonly had feminine endings, and thus it followed that the melodious vowel sound would lilt off the tongue and make even a terse phrase fell like a poem. Gotta love those italians. And gotta love the beauty of poetry created around the mesmerizing female in all its forms. Fantastico!!!

This Night.

I absolutely adore finding songs that instantaneously create a yearning-filled emotional reaction in my body upon hearing the first chord. Those are the songs where the first words out of my mouth (after I’ve sighed a heavy groaning) are “Oh my, I could guide to that!!” Such was the case when I heard “This Night” by Black Lab. It simply rocked me to my chakra-balanced core. Look at the album name…kinda sums it up…Passion Leaves A Trace. Umm…hello?! How could I not be pulled toward that?! A deeply liquid, beguiling and intensely beckoning call of a song, with a direct line from the pelvis to the soul. My Soultree heart & hips are aching to help women gyrate this dark undercurrent through their bodies! The ability to set myself free for 3 minutes and 29 seconds is a gift beyond any couch I’ve ever sat upon (that’s after a gratitude shout-out to my unbelievable therapist who has shifted and sustained my emotional journey for the last two decades). I could go on and on about what happens to the mind/body/soul when a woman surrenders to a dark room, no mirrors, a perfectly chosen playlist and a Guide leading her every move so her mind can give way her body. Perfection. Poetry in motion. Music as alchemy, movement as therapy. Yes! Bring it on…I’m ready to dance.

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Melody Love.

It’s Valentine time of year, so regardless of what that conjures up for you, let’s make the universal assumption that music=love. I am a music lover. Actually, I am an ever-so-gratefully-humbled-by-it music lover. The healing power of music has always been a relationship I could count on. The prevailing theme of my life has been the ability to process emotion and discover healing through a melody. Whether my path led me up a hill, dropped me into a Deep Forest or paralyzed me with Widespread Panic, there has always been a song to accompany my Journey. Those inner symphonies were the divine interventions of my protective and wise soul. Life’s moments where my body felt stagnant, the Pressure Point too much, or somehow soul was missing in the midst…it occurred to me that my ears were silent. Where was the music? Where was I? It won’t be a shocking revelation then to confess…when the iPod was introduced, my world changed in a groove enchanted breath. Mr. Jobs hooked another enduring Apple product devotee quite simply because I could carry a thousand CD’s in my pocket. One huge Massive Attack on life as I knew it…are you kidding me with that kind of brilliance?! Instantly gone were the days where frustrated Tears For Fears longed to gyrate their sadness through my hips while I happened to be on a mountaintop. Every muscle in my face could now relax in the middle of a cacophonous public space because Beethoven was grounding me. And when love sweeps in I can evoke those butterflies over and over again without ridicule from listening to our new song for the 27th time in a row. A little slice of personal heaven delivered through my headphones.

As we grow, so does our capacity for musicality. The most emotionally driven section of our ever-morphing brain also happens to be the section where memories are held. Not shocking then is the seemingly out-of-nowhere reaction of tears that flow upon the first few chords of a song from our past. Toes tapping, hips gyrating, a gentle sweep of the head so the neck can stop Fighting Gravity and instead open an energy line directly to your spine and conduct a healing opus. That’s the body speaking. And that’s the body doing its work. So, if music=love, then go ahead and have a love affair. Entangle your self in an ongoing musical rapture; allow for the possibility that next time a beautiful up-swell of emotion or history comes screaming through your veins you can simply let go, and dance. Maybe you’ll discover The Cure that ails you, or maybe you’ll come Face To Face with your sometimes Faithless but all of a sudden Everclear self. Maybe that Primal Scream deep inside you will finally summon the courage to reach for that one sweet Kiss.

But can this type of Madness for music=love be shared? Of course it can. I often say to my Soultree staff and students “music is everything”. This probably isn’t the truest statement ever professed, but clearly in working with movement therapy and guiding soul-directed workshops I mean it…I really do. Not in the “music is life” kind of way that’s strewn about as some new age Cheap Trick; but in the way that what we listen to and how it affects us is the soundtrack of our lives. That is an absolute truth. For instance, try this: close your eyes, inhale a deep breath all the way to your pelvis, hold it there without tension just for a moment, turn off your outward listening ears and oblige your hearing to go inward for a moment. Random lyrics will pop into your head as if they are speaking to you or answering a question, and yes, like it or not, the story they are trying to tell speaks volumes about YOU! Now if you do want to get all new-age yet still stay somewhat technical, it might look something like this…I’m a Leo, which means (dependant upon which ancient philosopher / astrologer you ask) that my natural fourth on a musical scale is A. For a general connection to your heart chakra and to most benefit the healing sense of movement offered by music, put on compositions based in your natural fourth. Since we are talking about sharing the love…that would be the collective F for a room full of people as well as for an intimate table for two. I find that music very easily establishes a Collective Soul with a new love. It always helps to have something in Common, so why not something as important as the musical rhapsody of you! The Bee Gees, Go Gos, Bow Wow (or Bow Wow Wow for that matter) or any other randomly rhymed bands may all seem like a Bitter Sweet Blur now, but you still love them. So share your soul, open up to love, turn your speakers up to 11…and let the heart chakra love fest begin!

Inhale deeply into the Enigma of your ever-so-wise body, and exhale a little respect toward Ella, Etta, Elton and Elvis (both of them!). They have been the diligent excavators of your soul whether you knew it or not. Every note, every chord, every breath you take…let your body speak its own language and listen to your soul’s soundtrack. Love is just one booming symphonic Dervish of a song waiting around the next Curve. And seeing as I’m both a whole lotta soul yet still Naughty by Nature…I’m off to bake a wee bit of home-cooked-love, light a crackling fire and pick the perfect playlist for a little Late Night Sneaky with A Man Called…

Ladysmith Black Mambazo

Cricket Symphony.

The sound is overbearing, but it’s nature. Nature at it’s most annoyingly perfect pitch. It’s a strangely comforting sound from my childhood; the musical intonations of the Cicada calling into the vast nature of their instinct. Wouldn’t it be grand to know what they are saying? The violin strings of the cricket seem to me an obvious analogy as the lyricists of the natural world. They open each piece with a string section, some major, some minor, and move through harmony seamlessly and without rehearsal. Sometimes the beckoning call to the neighboring birds becomes so overwhelming that even they feel compelled to chime in one after another, each winged instrument more delicate, yet more resounding than the next. Are they simply communicating all of the time, or can we leave open the possibility that every once in a while they are conducting their sounds simply for pleasure. Is that possible? Why do we assume that the human species is singular in its search and more so, its desire for beauty?

Facebook Birthday.

Thanks y’all! Birthdays garner wisdom, rituals mark the occasion and well-wishers nourish the celebratory soul. Heartfelt gratitude for warming my heart with floods of memories, moments of laughter, yummy champagne and messages sent from afar. This crazy technology stuff certainly gained a thumbs-up from this birthday girl! My heart is singing…even if my head’s a little hung-over!  -Dirt xo