Today I hosted the first day of a 2 day weekend workshop.
I'm still processing what transpired as I type this. The healing that took place inside the sacred container was mind blowing. During the workshop, the weather in my neck of the woods began to storm.
Rain began coming down, the whistle of the winds began to sound like sirens, and the tall trees that were right outside my window began to sway back and forth.
I watched as the last Autumn leaves on the branches began to fall and be whisked away by the powerful force of the wind.
I watched as the branches of my favorite Japanese Maple got pulled in all different directions. The whistle of the winds began to make me to a place of worry.
"I hope it it's okay" I thought to myself.
After the workshop ended, I went outside to ground and made my way to the tree. Although most of the leaves had fallen, the tree itself was still intact.
When I stood close to the...