Allow this book to be your friend

Amidst the pulsating music, dancing, and low-lighting, a surge of emotional energy took over and I buckled to my knees. Within minutes I felt a light touch on my shoulder, breaking an internal dam, and immediately tears began to burst forth. After several minutes I felt a huge weight lift from my insides. Though I felt exhausted, I was also calm and serene. Cleansed. And so very grateful.

This was the first time I experienced Staci Boden’s energy healing, performed during one of the Sacred Dance circles that she co-facilitates with the wonderful Jill Pettegrew. During each circle, Staci consistently shares striking insight and wisdom that supports whichever challenges the women in the circle are navigating. So when she announced to us that she was publishing a book, Turning Dead Ends into Doorways, I knew it would be be more than just a worthwhile read. All of her 15+ years of energy healing wisdom neatly organized into one book?? Hell yes!

Turning Dead Ends into Doorways is an invitation to dive deep inside, sit honestly with yourself, and face what arises. Oftentimes this practice brings about a hazy, overwhelming confusion that quickly scares us away, possibly to self-destructive habits that we lean on as relieving distractions. But Staci does not lead you to deep places unattended, and by following the “8 teachers” as guideposts, she offers a supportive path to navigate these scary places. These “8 teachers” are fear, awareness, choice, body, intuition, energy, intention, and surrender. Though easily heady topics, Staci is able to present them in a way that is easy to digest and grasp by the reader.

Following her energy healing style – where the one receiving the healing ultimately guides the process – Staci does not impose her ideas on the reader, and instead encourages you to engage the 8 teachers to empower your own healing path. By exploring these powerful tools and participating in the provided exercises, the reader becomes an active participant in what feels more like a personal workshop than a thought-provoking book.

As Staci says, “The only way out is through,” and sometimes we just need some support to make it there. Her supportive touch is what allowed me to surrender to the tears that cleansed my body that night at Sacred Dance. I encourage you to let Turning Dead Ends into Doorways provide a loving hand in guiding you through your own personal depths.

 To connect with Staci, you can visit her website, or find her on facebook or twitter.

Learning patience

“Oh look, your favorite tree, and it’s full of fruit!” my friend exclaimed as we got out of the car at our Russian River destination. I had told her on the drive up how obsessed I was with figs, and how happy I was that it was finally fig season. I went over to look where she was pointing, but my excitement waned as I realized that all the figs that covered this tree like christmas ornaments were still too green to eat. Not a single ripe one. In a few weeks they would all be ripe for the picking, but alas I was too early. As I stared at one of the green bulbs that seemed to mock me, my disappointment dissipated into amusement as I realized that I was once again being faced with the lesson that was front and center in my life right now: patience. From my career to relationship to digestive health, I had been cultivating tender sprouts for a healthy blossoming, but none had yet to show their bright petals. Instead of appreciating the small (or in some cases large) steps I had made in each of those departments, I tend to get restless and internally throw a fit, like a small child wanting ice-cream “noooow”.

I guess a large part of my anxiety stems from the fear that no flowers will actually bloom, that all my work in cultivating fruitful areas of my life will fail, leaving me not only barren and exhausted but also cynical. Because in the end, there is no guarantee that fruits from our labor will actually ripen and make it to our mouths. There could be a drought, a plant plague, or some thieving animals that will squander all your hard work. In order to not go mad over the risks, it is necessary to have trust and faith that the fruit will in fact come. One needs to detach from the needless worry, and surrender to what will be. Water the plant, give it your love and best intentions, but then let go. You may find that all that positive energy you’ve directed to your sprout will actually encourage it to push through and bloom even more beautifully than you imagined.

At least, this is what I’m telling myself right now. Only time will tell for sure. Until then, I am doing my darndest to wade patiently in the unknown and appreciate my seedlings.