a radical net of hands::
hands hearts ancestors
I promised to share here what I’ve been deepening into, with the idea that it would be something like “inversions”— but the truth of this month is I have been diving head first into ancestral healing work. Specifically through the lens of Judaism: examining my spiritual & mystical inheritances, along with the particular traumas absorbed through my particular bloodline; through the epigenetics of atrocity after atrocity, through persecution & exile & illness & occupation & violence both inflicted & inflicting & the reality of history on both sides of injustice & the rippling confusions & complexities & bewilderments & devotions & atonements I feel in the face of the world as a Jewish person.
The personal and familial and communal hurtings, the achings for clarities, for connections, for lost informations, for secret wisdoms, for a way into the future, for a future that looks different from the present.
Mostly, something called out, and someone answered.
I am uncertain which part was(n’t) me.
This is not a new or recent interest, but I’ve never before been sure enough of myself, courageous enough within myself, ready enough inside my life to open this particular door, to follow this particular thread into the gaping place of where it might lead. And sure enough, as soon as I tilted that door ajar, I heard the call, I found the golden thread in the palm of my hand, where it turns out it had been resting all along. The door jutted off its hinges from a sudden and immense pillar of pressure; an ocean poured through & I, in its blastful & unrelenting force of current, found myself: submerged: anew.
I am not sure this is the moment nor the venue to share what in detail has been arising so vividly already. In these drops-ins, in my dreams, in my waking life. It’s hardly yet been processed, and will need more air, and will need more water, and will need more light, from day & from mind & also moon. That is to say: it needs tending. Perhaps it will continue to need privacy.
But I will say this: since deepening into this work, I have been opened to the visceral catacombs of energetic & blood ancestors that surround each of us, like an elemental wheel. An intricate mandala of kin, a directional compass flanked by the lines of your mother’s mother’s mother’s mother; by your mother’s father’s father’s father; by your father’s mother’s mother’s mother; by your father’s father’s father’s father; and so on and so forth through the great backbend of eternity— an intimate intricate intoxicating net of souls—through whom you were uniquely derived, with whom you are indefinitely armed, for whom you are still becoming.
It has become so apparent to me, how our ancestors are here to hold us. To respond to us. To protect & witness our journey. To support & illuminate our purpose. Through just a little bit of listening, and presence of attention, this net of support does make itself available. And to me, that is absolutely fucking radical.
My offering this month comes through the spirit of the hamsa:: wrist stretches:: a la the Forrest Yoga lineage. I have found it incredibly useful to tend to my hands & wrists as a direct energetic pathway to the heart.
I suggest trying this video as an opening exercise before writing —
or anything else you might do with your hands [teaching, painting, cooking, sporting, playing music, intimacy, healing work] & simply witness what happens.
** This April, I am opening space for 2 new ongoing Creative Guidance clients **
We move, we breathe, we write, we create, we dream, we ritual, we pull cards. We inquire, show up, & witness what unfolds together. Reach out if this is you.
**Ongoing requires a minimum commitment of 6 sessions**
As always, yoga privates & one-off sessions can be booked here.
My first book of poetry is available via Ornithopter Press. I’m more inclined to call this genre Poetic Alchemy —cus that’s what it is, did, is doing as it continues to exist in the world — and this is me actively marketing it ::: read BREAD OF :::
My second book of poetry, [a go], is coming out with Ornithopter Press sometime this spring. I’m super jazzed about this one. Stay tuned for dates.
Until then, take care, take baths, take naps, take time to wander through your neighborhood aloof. Take a long moment to relish under the full Virgo moon, as we prepare to empty ourselves all over again.
I appreciate you so deeply,
Gabby