Rituals to guide you from Breakdown to Breakthrough.

 

Healing Power of Ritual

Ritual is something that I have always used as a marker to honor times and places both physical and metaphysical in my life.

Ritual speaks to the deep unconscious places in us and has anchored intentions and goals for me when life has gotten hectic.

This can be as simple as a cup of herbal tea or something as elaborate as this water purification ceremony, I experienced in Bali. This Ceremony occurred whilst I was on a Tigress Yoga retreat in July last year. I went with all sorts of wild intentions, most of them unrealistic! One of them was seeing this holiday as a ritual place marker of healing and time out. The problem with this was that I had an expectation of what healing looked like.

My expectation was that I would go on this magical holiday (it was really really magical) I would have 10 incredible days off (the first 10 days of actual holiday down time in years ) and I would magically spring back like a magical elastic band version of myself. Viola! Keri 2.0. Expectations much? The reality went a little differently.

But it was EXACTLY what I needed and it was in fact just what I had been asking for. I just didn’t know it at the time because it looked a whole lot like MORE breakdown… nothing like I expected breakthrough to look at all.

It was much like this water temple purification process actually.

I don’t know about you but the idea of going to a truly ancient spring on a beach in Bali bathing in the ocean and being blessed and cleansed conjured up all sort of (unrealistic) images. Eat Pray Love has a lot to answer for, but as these images can attest I looked much more like a drowned rat than a divinely inspired Julia Roberts.

 

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Bucket after bucket of salty spring water is tipped over your head as you are chanted over and a cup of coconut water is offered to you that, somehow in-between gasps and dunks, you are meant to mindfully ingest.

The actual blessing itself was quite like being caught in pounding surf, where you mistime the waves and get dumped trying to gasp for air before the next wave lands on your head.

Most of the time instead of feeling serene and mindful, graciously letting go and inviting in my carefully thought out intention I was just praying that I was ingesting the coconut water and not actually giving myself some deadly parasite that would plague my health into old age… I’m still not convinced that didn’t in-fact happen.

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Did I feel different? Did I feel changed? Did I leave a different person?

You better believe it.

That pledge that I made to myself, the intention that I had set in action had been witnessed by the gods. Lets be honest I’m an out of the closet Pagan!

I am completely in love with the Balinese reverence to nature and beauty; these places have power if for no other reason than we believe them to.

And that is enough for me.

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I came home and I couldn’t in all honesty continue life as I had been. Working with out rest, running from heart ache, avoiding tending to some very large wounds.

In the following months everything unravelled.

A wonderful mix of anxiety, depression, shocking cortisol levels, high testosterone, absent estrogen, exhaustion, and an overwhelming inability to leave the house, left me bewildered and wondering how on Earth I had found myself having another breakdown. Seriously?

The REALLY important thing to realise here and this realisation is only available in hindsight. Is that ALL of this was actually me breaking through. It was the last point of contraction before the process of expansion could take place. And if I hadn’t had such an amazing team of people around me, if I didn’t have all the knowledge of my own years of training I would have believed that I was getting worse. Many people indeed told me I was.

I can tell you now that I wasn’t. Things do actually get worse before they get better but not in the way we think.

It has taken a huge amount of self belief, self care and faith to trust the intuition and self awareness that reassured me in the scariest of moments that this was not under any circumstance a downward spiral.

It was the upward one.

If you find yourself in this situation, in the heat of the moment it will be hard to tell the difference.

So here I am sharing my story with you, to let you know dear reader that there will be moments when you doubt your own resurrection story that ‘something has gong wrong’ with your carefully laid plans of healing your heart and soul.

Do not doubt yourself. Surround yourself with the best team of people you can find.

I involved medical science, herbal medicine, psychology, exercise and meditation.

And above all trust your intuition.

If this post speaks to you in your journey know that help is at hand. I’m kind of a specialist guide for The Dark Night of the Soul. (No water dunking required)

I’d love to hear from you. x

 

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What to do when your Soul makes plans (and doesn’t tell you)

 

What happens when you make plans and your ‘Soul’ has other ideas?

The soul, in many religious, philosophical and mythological traditions, is the incorporeal and, in many conceptions, immortal essence of a living thing        (wikipedia)

I’m not sure about you but there seems to be much more emphasis on this sort of work in the personal growth spiritual world I inhabit from time to time. Less rules and more ‘your chosen path’ is how it seems to me, and about bloody time! I have often felt quite radical in my approach to health and spirituality and what is now called wellness.

For a very long time the options were often very black and white either you ate meat or you didn’t you either subscribed to one particular spiritual teaching or you didn’t. There was no chopping and choosing there was no blending. And from the very outset this felt incredibly disempowering.

But who was I? Some jumped up hippy chick wearing way too little clothing mouthing off at the ahem ‘spiritual’ establishment? Eating what she ‘felt’ was right, subscribing to a little bit of this and a little bit of that. Yup.

Flash forward so many years and one too many episodes of looking outside myself for answers that can only lie within. I found myself questioning my choices, questioning my place, wishing like hell that there was some sort of clan or tribe or tradition that I could cling too while every known thing in my life was washed away.

There wasn’t.

There was just me.

A disruptive woman on a mission

to come home to herself.

It has been quite the crash landing.

So when I read Red Hot and Holy by Sera Beak I didn’t so much read it, as inhale it, in two big juicy giant gulps. Like air I didn’t know I was in desperate lack of. The second segment of the book I read on a flight to Bali. I had three seats to myself. I opened at the page I was up to, turned to the new chapter and read ‘now go get yourself a glass of red wine’ I hit the attendant button. I usually make a fairly consistent rule of not drinking on flights. Those rule just went out the door. My soul needed some red wine. So I read and I drank red wine at 20000 feet or however many feet your meant to be at….. ‘Up High Somewhere’ (thats what it would say on my Instagram location )
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My gorgeous friend Belinda had come back to Australia recently and told us (my wifey and I) about this amazing retreat she had just been to in Montana and this Woman and her book.
WE. JUST. HAD.TO. READ.
Sarah and I instantly planned to go to Montana in 2015. Together in the Red Freakin Tent! Oh. Yeah!

Fast forward to 2015. (Hey! Hi there! We’re in the future now! ) Sarah had already booked holiday time, contacted Sera Beak and got her shizzle well and truly sorted.

I had a few things to get my head around, moving house to name just one such thing. I eventually put fingers to keys and popped Sera an email, detailing my interest, my history a bit about my journey so far and the fact that Belinda and Sarah had been and were going, and good heavens I truly wished to be present at Feather Pipe Lodge stay in a Yurt for heavens sake, travel and swoon with the magic of it all. Please. Can I come?

BUT

There was this feeling. Not nameable. But a sensation that said. Hmmmmmmm . When I told the girls that I had emailed Sera there were whoops of joy and high fives (and a few fuck yeahs) ‘Oh your going to have such an amazing time Keri’

AND

then I said “Well loves, it doesn’t quite feel like its decided yet.” If I had to describe it, it feels like my higher self, my team in the sky so to speak are all sitting around having the cosmic equivalent of a board meeting and they cant quite agree how its all going to happen… We need her to be there then… but how are we going to get those people there at the same time? and really? I don’t know if ‘this’ can all happen in time for ‘that’ It was like a pantomime but with cosmic overtones.
Two days at the most later I received an email from Sera. One of the warmest emails I have ever received letting me know that soul to soul going to her retreat wasn’t in my best interest. It just wasn’t on my souls path and, its not personal you understand, its just the nature of what we do, to check in and be 100% sure that everyone there is meant to be there. She might have even said something to the effect of my soul gliding gracefully past on its way to its own destination.

I mean seriously! My first thought was amazement at the level of integrity you must have to turn people away from your retreat. That kind of care and respect at a soul level is the real deal. Not an easy path to tread I might imagine. But SUCH a delicious feeling to be held in that space I have to tell you. So I expected to feel a bit let down, or bummed out or perhaps even miffed ‘that I wasn’t good enough’ (or some such nonsense) But actually it felt completely fine. Oddly fine.

This is what trust in self feels like I thought to myself.

Remember this feeling.

So often we look outside of ourself for the answers. There is nothing wrong with asking for help and assistance and being educated. Not at all. When seeking answers to our life direction though; what might be the right path to take, do I do this or choose that? We need first to really educate ourselves in the tone of our souls voice.

Does it whisper?

Does it howl?

Does it tingle up your spine?
We must differentiate between our souls true voice and the many nagging voices that would lead us down the streets of should and must and no choice and I told you so.
Take some time out to cultivate this relationship with yourself, you will not be disappointed. It may lead you on some wild journeys, but they will be yours.

Since all this some opportunities have come up that I have been waiting years for actually, opportunities and events that weren’t meant to happen this year that I will be able to attend. The one thing that I have learnt is that if I listen and trust this voice it does make sense eventually … most of the time.
But you know, I am still a human woman and it would be nice if my soul could send me a post card from the future and at least tell me what I might want to pack for this amazing future I’m gliding toward.

You know. Just saying.

Is it just me, or has it all gone to sh*t lately?

 

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Today I went up to Springbrook National Park.

Its a short drive from where I live on the Gold Coast. Its been very wet and very warm for this time of year. I say that but to be honest I’m not really sure how wet or warm its meant to be. All I know is that its been summer for at least 6 months here, and I’m pretty happy with that.

One of the walks up on the Springbrook Plateau is called Purling Brook Falls. Its a stunning 4 km circuit trail down to the base of the water fall then back up.

Over 10 years ago now I lived up on Springbrook in the street that Purlingbrook Falls is on.

I walked literally 200 mtrs out my front door every morning and walked that 4 kms to start my day, I would come home meditate and journal then have my breakfast… always a giant mug of home perculated coffee and then start my day.

The year was 2002 there was no Facebook, there was certainly no instagram and the internet was dial up… Do you remember? .. ….weeeawww weeeawwww brrrrrrrr dip dip dip …… thats the sound the interwebs made literally as it was dialing up.

You knew your connection was going to be shit if after those first few dip dip dips, you went back to the weeeaws.

Back then I was an under 30 married hippy chick practicing acupuncture walking in pristine world heritage national forest, meditating, journalling and getting fits for fucks sake… and no one. knew. about it.

No-one. Cared. (and I mean that in a good way)

Not even my husband.

“How was your morning babe?” “Great, walked the Falls, chilled out went to work, it was great .. yours?”

There were no selfies, no proclamations of my feats of spiritual and physical greatness. Just me being me. This was the first time I started writing for real too.

I got the very first article I ever wrote and sent in published in Living Now magazine. I still have it. Somehow it felt too easy. Write an article. Get published. They even wanted to pay me?? Seriously???

I’ve been thinking about this a-lot lately, so I went back up there today to walk it out, feel it out and have a chat to my younger self (there’s another blog post in that one soon)

You see I’ve been asking a bunch of annoying questions of the people in my life recently. Lots of “whats the point?” I’m sure I’ve been like an annoying 4 year old on the cusp of working out their world.

What does this do? How does that work? Why would I want one of those? Specifically, what is the value of the work I do? What is the value of relationships I have and what kind of relationships do I want?

Do I want to seek out another long term partnership? What does that mean to me at this point in my life anyway?

Yup! Just another day in the over thoughtful life of Keri!! But, you know if you don’t ask the questions and live those questions, I don’t think the answers are ever going to present themselves. So I quest, and I live my splendid life and I wonder.

This wondering has taken a little while, a good 6 or 7 months have passed since I was blogging regularly. Lots has changed. There is so much I have to share with you. So much amazing work that I am now getting to do. I have this gorgeous new site, and I really want to do it justice. I want to fill it up with light and hope and have meaningful and fun conversations here.

I want to know that even though now I take selfies, and share my beach walks and invite effectively the whole bloody world in on my personal journey that there IS a point. That its helpful, that it adds value to someone somewhere. Even just one person. I want to make sure that I’m keeping true to my personal values and not falling prey to the technology we now have available.

Would I still be doing all that I am even if no-one knew anything about it. Like in the olden days? And after all this crazy deep thinking the answer is easy and hilarious.

Well YES… Der!

The changes though have not only been internal ones. I’m sure I’m not the only health practitioner/entrepreneur/ blogger to notice that the climate we’re operating in has gone to shit, lets be honest. And no I”m not talking about global warming.

I’m talking about the fear mongering, slander, and heartache that is going on within our industry online.

My heart is sore with it all. Very sore, and its making me question how I want to move forward with my work.

It’s sore for Jess Ainscough and the slander that has been perpetuated about her since her death. Its sore for my dear friends that knew her personally. In the 1500s powerful women with a voice were burnt at the stake as witches, excuse my melodrama but it feels like not much has changed.

My heart is sore for Belle Gibson. Dear God Girl what have you gone and done? We all will pay the price for this.

I was at an event last week listening to Clare Bowditch speak. Wowee what a flame of a women she is. She was talking about the artists ‘right of reply’ which exists now with the advent of social media. She was quite eloquent and heart felt in her desire for Belle to exercise her right of reply. Clare quite rightly spoke for many of us when she said ‘we want to know you care’ ‘we want to know what happened’.

All of us qualified, recognised registered or not are at risk of being tarnished with your brush.

And my heart is sore because I dearly wish to meet someone to share my splendid mad life with.

But you know, the desire to shine bright, to speak my truth and create work that is meaningful has felt awfully at odds with a lovely first date.

When I duck to the loo 20 mins in, my date is capable of googling me, reading about my divorce, abusive relationship, therapy, business goals and my last freakin holiday in Bali.

While. I’m. in. the. loo!

Pee quickly Keri he’s probably got distracted with your Face Book profile!

Hilarious really, and probably just a teeny bit OTT but honestly I know I’m not alone here?

Please don’t think I’m overrun with visions of fame and grandeur but you know what I’m talking about surely. This kind of vulnerability really makes it hard to press publish some days!

Its a funny ol time for a Gen X-er to be single……. and don’t even get me started on all these mega beards.

So for all my dear gorgeous friends who are really feeling it at the moment. Who are much more on the fore front of defending our way of life and our apparently alternative lifestyle choices.

I dedicate this post to you.

I’m back in the trenches and I’m going to all I can to be seen and shine and be the love I want to feel in the world. Thank for keeping my seat warm.

I’m back!

I’d love to hear how your doing. How do you cope in such situations? Are you doing ok?

With love

K x

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Single by choice or circumstance, know that love and connection is always available to us.

The sun the moon and the stars are still ours to orbit with.

The pull of the tides ours to travel on.

Keep your heart wide open your boundaries intact, your love clearly visible of all to see shining through our eyes.

Ours is a different story.

Sing your song with pride.

Love Letter to Love

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My love letter to Love

Love,

I promise you there will be not more dimming my light.

There will no more excuses of changing of minds at the last moment, you have been so patient.

There will be no more settling, no more ‘oh this will do love’ with a little l

There will be no more pretending and facades and hiding your light.

I will love fiercely.

I will love freely.

I will not pretend not to love to so as not to disturb someones comfort.

I will not throw love like a heavy weight designed to anchor and harm.

I will love not with out fear but with it, hand in hand and shine the light for fear to see.

Love, I will let you be boyant and wild and redemptive

Love I understand now that you don’t wait for the right time or the lighting to be correct,

You are the slow steady base line thrumming keeping time, the whistle saying ‘now’ take the leap, and get on with your beautiful life.

With you love there is the strength to find the way.

Love I choose you, with a big L.

I will listen to my heart intelligence, follow the bread crumbs and read the signs.

I will feel my feelings (and it wont always be pretty but they’re mine)

Then comes the whispers in the middle to the night of my gut, my primal intelligence, The Shakti that knowing that says ‘Yes’

Then and only then this beautiful mind of mine, for the logistics, the ‘how’ the how many hammers will I need to build this house?

Do I want a house built on a big L or a little one?

The big L will not be huffed and puffed down, will not tumble when someone chooses to leave or when that deal falls through.

I choose love darling heart.

With every fibre of my being and my choosing has shown me the truth.

That love has been with me all along.

I chose love with a big L.

Whose with me?!

 

x

K  

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Women On Fire

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Its been tough.

Its been amazing .

Life has taken you to your edge more than you ever thought possible, the thoughts dreams hopes and fantasies of your youth got gritty and edgy and dirty and you thought and prayed on more than one occasion “Fuq I hope I get through this.”

Yet on the outside you looked for all the world like a woman coping with amazing adversity with grace poise and determination. The option of collapse just wasn’t on the cards there was too much riding on your success.

And even while people complemented you on your ability to get the job done, at home on your own you doubted your very ability to get up and do it all again the next morning.

You read books on self help Echart Toile and Brené Brown have been your bedtime companions, you bought yourself flowers, walked the dog fed your kids and kept the toilet paper stocked up. And Did. It all. Again. The next day.

You were hungry, you still are hungry, craving a desire for nourishment deep in your bones deep in your very soul that wakes you up every day, eyes on the horizon putting one foot in front of the other.

You gratitude prayer is your mantra, its your daily bread and butter whilst you put together that proposal and dream up the next step of your evolution.

Its been tough but the light is getting brighter, YOUR light is getting brighter.But hell it would be great to not have to do it all on your own.

A tribe, A team that has been there too. Has been there in the dark as you watched all that you knew and love vanish and yet you still drew breath.

You danced you swam, you made some very questionable decisions, repeatedly!

You learnt you experience you picked yourself up and fell down another rabbit hole!

Your not happy with the status quo, the mundane you can deal with but settling isn’t part of your vocabulary. Its not that you want lots of attention and ego stroking, just to give yourself the permission to fucking BE all that you are, permission to speak your truth and live your dharma, the role, the story, the magic that only you dear woman can sing into this world. I hear you!

The peak of your youth is just behind you, but you have never felt more at home in your body, more quietly confident, the fire in you is rising, the magic, the sex the power that is yours and only yours is simmering almost ready, you feel it yes?

 

I’m calling out to you women, high and low, good god I’d love to meet you how I’d love to have you on my team and share my story with you.

 

To sit around this virtual fireside and support each other and journey together that is my wish, is my heartfelt spiritual directive.

 

In ancient times we had a place, a collective and a space to weave and share and dream and birth our stories in this world.  To laugh and be deliciously wicked and wild. Dear one this is such a space. Come sit and play and laugh and heal.

Healing that will set your world on fire.

x

K

 

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