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Still Following the Bee: Your Sweetest Magick July 1, 2016

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Honeycomb MoonIntuitive Collage Workshop

Still Following the Bee: Your Sweetest Magick

July 16, 2016

Women and men invited to attend this one!

They gather in the grove under the light of a summer moon waxing toward fullness, then move quickly down a spiral path, toward the center, where darkness deepens and the moon’s light cannot penetrate. Some find the absence of light soothing; others find their anxieties rushing to the surface, though none turn away. Whether they arrive in a state of trust or fear, all recognize the sanctity of this dark womb-hive and honor the gifts of its sweetest magick.

Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process and simple creative writing prompts to enter into the dark womb-hive of creative sanctuary and discover there our own sweetest magick.

Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota

Saturday, July 16, from 2:00-5:00PM

Open Pricing *   Please pay generously according to your means.

Advance registration is required. Please let me know if you can join us!

MoonRise Oracle: Shadow of the Long Night November 20, 2014

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LogoMoonRise Oracle: Shadow of the Long Night

Intuitive Collage Workshop for Women Saturday, December 6, 2014

As the full moon rose, she stood in her winter garden, barren now, though she could feel life sleeping in the earth beneath her feet. She envisioned the seeds she had planted with so much care taking in the nourishment of the restful dark, gaining strength for germination, rooting, and breaking through, eventually, to drink in the light of the sun. Now, though, all was silent under the watchful moon as the shadow of this long night wrapped itself about her shoulders, a heavy cloak of patience, wisdom, and courage that inspired her to feel into the darkness and follow her dreams . . .

Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process to wrap ourselves in the nourishing shadow of the long winter night, trusting that the seeds of our dreams, which may seem dormant, are germinating in the dark, finding what they need to take root, and grow strong.

Open Pricing *   Please pay generously according to your means.

Advance registration is required. Let me know if you can join us!

Date/Time:  Saturday, December 6, from 2:00-4:30PM

Location: Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota

MoonRise Oracle: Exploring the Cave of HERstory November 11, 2014

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LogoMoonRise Oracle: Exploring the Cave of HERstory

Intuitive Collage Workshop for Women

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Clouds moved across the wintering sky obscuring much of the waning moon’s remaining light, yet her feet found the frosty path with surety, followed it with precision. When she came to the mouth of the cave, she stopped only to mark herself with the precious scented oils, given to her by the crone, and then entered the dark passage without fear or hesitation. Inside, her eyes adjusted quickly as she made her way to the center of the great cavern. There she found an earthen pit, with a fire laid out, waiting for the spark she carried to light it. Closing her eyes, she imagined a bright spark leaping from her heart to her lips, and when she opened her eyes and blew on the kindling, the fire erupted in lively flames that caused previously unseen images painted on the walls of the cave to dance, telling her their stories . . .

Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process to enter the cave of HERstory and explore the stories that yearn to be told.

Open Pricing *   Please pay generously according to your means.

Advance registration is required. Let me know if you can join us!

Date/Time:  Saturday, November 15, from 2:00-4:30PM

Location: Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota

 

Awakening August 30, 2014

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She is offered the cup, takes it in both hands, and drinks deeply. Ancient stars explode in her head and her vision clears to a crystal clarity that allows her to see what has been unseen, hidden right in front of her, within her, all along. The moon shines full and a cascade of starlight illuminates the scene before her: Her childself who still believes in fairies and magick, eye-to-eye with the child whose stories have become clothed in practical concerns and the mandatory adherence to dry, out-dated customs long past their usefulness. She — this young, purposeful, practical self — stands strong but bewildered, wanting so badly to be her “other,” to don her fairy wings and fly . . .

Fast forward . . . 40, 50, 60 years, it matters not. It is no accident that she has been led to this place again, this point in time/no time, every moment, every life experience strung together on a necklace of pearlescent wonder. She wants to reach out, trust herself. Trust her own true nature to lead her on a path of healing and a bliss that transforms not only herself, but the world — the planet, her sisters and brothers, all beings. To know the self that sprinkles fairy dust onto the chaos and stands back to watch the result: A world in which we all reach out for each other — to help and be helped — without recrimination or judgement, but rather with joy for the opportunity to love deeply, freely, completely.

Her magickal self, the fairy child, laughs at her hesitation and reaches for her hand. “You’re making this too hard,” she says. “It’s simple really: Remember you are magick! Just come with me, spread your wings, and dance, dance, dance!”

High Moon Tea July 16, 2014

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The duck waddled in a circle at the edge of the ocean at low tide, mumbling an incantation to the moon, who, for her part, threw down a silver mantle at the duck’s web feet and invited her up for tea. As soon as the duck’s feet touched it, the silvery mantle curled up, swallowed the duck, and disappeared. I watched and hoped this was a magical mechanism for reaching the moon, secretly wishing it had been I who had been invited by the moon for tea.

Wanting to see what the duck had placed in the circle and perhaps glean some of her secret, I crept out of my hiding place in the beach grass. I hurried to the water’s edge, but the tide suddenly turned, wiping out the duck’s circle, and leaving me wet to my knees.

When I stepped backwards out of the water, I found myself standing next to a large ghost crab, who had dug a hole in the sand big enough for both of us. She invited me in for tea. “Well, you’re not the moon,” I said, “but I will come for tea.”

The crab pinched me and said, “Don’t be cheeky or I will un-invite you.”

I apologized and followed the crab into the sand tunnel, surprised at how spacious it was inside. We reached a deep inner room where there was a comfy couch for me to sit on and a small fire where a kettle simmered.

“I only have chamomile tea,” the crab said, “but I do have honey of you’d like.”

I nodded and the crab filled my cup, stirred in the honey, and then urged me to drink up with some speed. She rushed to take the cup as soon as I’d swallowed the last sip and then hurried me back through the tunnel. I found myself back on the beach and saw that the duck had returned, too.

“How was your tea?” I shouted to the duck over the sound of the waves.

“It felt rushed,” said the duck. “I thought the moon would be more gracious, more companionable, but she seemed to be in a hurry and the tea was weak, lukewarm, and unsweetened. I left as soon as I got the chance.”

“How did you do that?” I asked, remembering that the moon was many thousands of miles away and there was no silvery mantle on the waters on which to slide back.

“Oh, it was easy,” said the duck. “I just waited for the moon to slip behind a cloud and then I flew away in the dark. I hid myself behind cloud after cloud as best I could and I arrived back here without incident.” The duck shook her head. “I don’t think she’s even noticed that I’m gone.”

MoonRise Oracle: Sweet Thunder July 1, 2014

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logoMoonRise Oracle: Sweet Thunder

COLLAGE Workshop for Women

Saturday, July 12, from 2:00-4:30PM

The day it rained honey, rumbling thunder drummed across the sky, the land was renewed, people’s hearts melted, and life became luscious once again. The day it rained honey, the tea was sweet and so were we. The day it rained honey, all the bees hummed in tune, the queen danced, and the workers took a much-needed day off. The day it rained honey, we prayed for peace, and justice reigned. The day it rained honey . . . could be today . . .

Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process to brew up a storm of Sweet Thunder and drench ourselves in a honey-rain of creativity, expansive vision, and thundering inspiration.

Open Pricing *   Please pay generously according to your means.

Location: Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota

Advance registration is required. Let me know if you can join us: honeycombmoon@gmail.com

If you are on Facebook, check out this Collage Workshop Event on the Honeycomb Moon page. (And you might “Like” the page while you are there, too 🙂 )  Thanks!

MoonRise Oracle: TruthBerry Elixir May 31, 2014

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logo  MoonRise Oracle: TruthBerry Elixir

  COLLAGE Workshop for Women

  Saturday, June 14, from 2:00-4:30PM

That night the full moon smiled down on the berry patch, infusing the ripening fruits with the juicy wisdom of the ages and sages, priestesses, goddesses, crones, and sorceresses past, present, and future. When the first women came at dawn, they found the berries bursting with a magickal scent that called them to gather the fruits, mixing them into a large cauldron and stirring until the elixir that was produced was the pure essence of truth. Filling their cups, the women drank deeply and the ancient secrets, known by all but long forgotten, were revealed once again . . .

Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process to create our own juicy elixir of inner truth and wisdom and reveal the secrets that infuse us with our creative magick.

Open Pricing *   Please pay generously according to your means

Location:  Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota

Advance registration is required: honeycombmoon@gmail.com

 

Moon Child March 31, 2014

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The girl watched the moon each night and had learned its phases well. Her favorites were the New Moon, when she and her mom played hide-and-seek in the dark night until finally the moon would peek out at them, revealing a sliver of itself, so that the girl could breathe easily, relieved that the moon would return once again, and the Full Moon, when she could sit gazing at its silvery round body, unblinking, in a way she could not stare at the sun, which, though welcomed daily, seemed harsh by comparison. Though it had no eyes, the moon seemed to watch her, too, and she felt safe, held in its luminescent glow.

MoonRise Oracle: In the Pink . . . Blossoming March 30, 2014

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MoonRise Oracle: In the Pink . . . Blossoming

Saturday, April 12, 2014

The full pink moon hung brightly in the velvet midnight sky, bathing the earth below in its rosy glow. The women gathered this night to celebrate the blossoming of new life, for all felt renewed. They passed the cup of gratitude from hand to hand and each drank deeply of the sweet pink nectar within. Though each had her fill, the cup was never emptied and as the night wore on, the women began to experience its magick, seeing with new eyes, hearing with new understanding . . . Come join us as we use the intuitive collage process to honor the blossoming of self and drink deeply of the sweet cup of gratitude and wonderment.

Rosemary Court Yoga Studio, 810 Central Avenue, Sarasota, FL

Saturday, April 12, from 2:00-4:30PM

Open Pricing *    Please pay generously according to your means.

Advance registration is required. Let me know if you can join us!

Whispering in the Panther’s Ear February 7, 2014

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The panther settled down in the brush near the edge of the path, alert and awake; so still that an owl landed on her back and a great blue heron walked by without a care, close enough that the big cat could have had an easy dinner, if she chose. The cat was hungry, so it took some willpower to stay focused. But she was strong and knew her purpose, so even when the owl’s talons dug into her back and the heron stopped at the nearby pond to search for her own dinner, the panther remained motionless.

The cat’s mistress, a wise woman wrapped in a cape of iridescent peacock feathers, watched her beloved pet and colleague from her perch high on the hill. A full moon shone through a misty haze and lit the woman’s face with a luminescent glow. There was nothing to do now but wait. The woman watched the cat, as the cat watched the path, and the moon made its way across the dark sky.

Just as it seemed nothing would happen, and the woman was about to call the cat back, she saw a ripple of movement in the air near the big cat’s head: the flutter of tiny wings. A hummingbird was whispering in the panther’s ear . . .

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