Restoring our Sacred Hearts
An Autumn In-Person Course Offering
Hello!
I’ve been swimming in the delectable chi of a Qi Gong practice at the Asian Heritage Center on Saturdays, a block away from my home/office, right along the creek in the photograph above. Along with daily visits from Cinamon Brown & Black Bears, Deer, Honeybees, Hummingbirds, Crows, and Stones.
Last night, I hosted a house show as a fundraising event to support the recording of an EP/Album called Wild Cathedrals of Love. I’ve already begun recording and have the support of some beautiful local guitarists, celloists, harmonists, and drummers. Keep an eye out; once my songs make it to Spotify, I will share them with you!
This newsletter has information about an in-person course I will be hosting this autumn called Restoring our Sacred Hearts, and lastly, a poem by Wendell Berry about the possibilities of creating a more beautiful world for future generations.
Restoring our Sacred Hearts: A pathway to becoming more fully human.
Living with heart springs forth from the deep wells of our souls; from cultivating attention to our ordinary lives; from reclaiming the child in us before we were wounded; from remembering our sacred humanity and original blessing. When our hearts are alive, the flourishing of love emanates forth from our being, and we move from our truth.
These days, with incessant dopamine hits and thinned experiences found online, insidious isolation, and the secrecy and hidden agendas beneath the surface of most things, make it difficult to live with an open heart. Not to mention, most of our hearts were broken early on when we were very little. Perhaps this world hasn’t been the kindest to us.
And yet, this world longs to know your open, irreplaceable, beautiful heart. What stirs your soul at midnight? What are the dreams of your deepest truths? Who are you deep down, and what longs to be birthed and expressed through you? Why are you here within earth at this time, and what is your soul's calling?
Restoring our Sacred hearts is a container to slowly tend to the opening of your heart once again, to learn to love again— yourself, your human brothers and sisters, our more-than-human kin, and this particular place we live in Colorado Springs, Colorado. There is a kinship of soulful beauty emerging from the depths and heights of this place; do you feel it?
We will explore the seven cardinal directions, how they interweave with this particular land we inhabit, and what each direction may teach us about opening our hearts and finding clarity of vision for who we are and what we are called to create in this world. Restoring our Sacred Hearts is a collective journey into a deep listening for what medicine, stories, knowledge, beauty, truth, song, and dream want to arise in and through our collective emergence and your unique, never-before-seen, beating, breathing heart.
We can heal one another and this land together.
Details:
Start Date: Wednesdays 6:00- 8:00 pm beginning on September 11th.
9 meetings.
Location: My house.
8 participants: Men & Women.
Cost: $450
Or sliding scale: $350-$550
(If you contribute more, it allows someone who can contribute less to participate).
This is a closed container, and to honor the depth of intimacy and relational building, I request that you not miss more than two sessions.
I will post more information about this course on my website next week and would love to see any of you sign up for this. You can contact me if you are interested, and if you know anyone who would benefit from this kind of in-person container, please pass this information along! Thank you.
“A Vision” By Wendell Berry
If we will have the wisdom to survive,
To stand like slow-growing trees
On a ruined place, renewing, enriching it…
Then a long time after we are dead
The lives our lives prepare will live
here, their houses strongly placed
Upon the valley sides, fields and gardens
Rich in the windows. The river will run
clear, as we will never know it,
And over it, birdsong like a canopy…
On the steeps where greed and ignorance cut down
The old forest, an old forest will stand,
its rich leaf-fall drifting on its roots.
The veins of forgotten springs will have opened.
Families will be singing in the fields.
In their voices they will hear a music
risen out of the ground….
Memory,
Native to this valley, will spread over it
Like a grove, and memory will grow
Into legend, legend into song, song
Into sacrament. The abundance of this place,
The songs of its people and its birds,
Will be health and wisdom indwelling
Light. This is no paradisal dream.
Its hardship is its possibility.With heart,
Tara Rae