Resurrecting the Body: The Medicine of Spring
"res | ur | rect : to cause (something that had ended or been forgotten or lost) to exist again"
What could be more powerful than resurrection? Defying death itself, life chooses to persist, prevail, and continue growing despite the odd. Spanda, the spark of creation, the pulsation and heartbeat of the universe, the tugging of our souls, begs us to keep going. Desire pushes us forward into a deeper evolution. Like Black Cohosh, our dark, deep, twisted roots, snake upwards towards Spring’s first light, blooming into brilliance and flowers that reach towards the heavens. It is truly always the darkest right before we rise again.
Our bodies mirror this wisdom to us. They cycle, shed, decay, regenerate, and birth again and again. The more we can honor this, the easier each descend-rebirth-rise becomes. This is not always easy work. As a somatic coach, as an herbalist, as a healer, as a woman* who lives stepped in the feminine, it should be easier for me to embrace these cycles, but I am human and often fear the depths. I prefer fire and light, to dark, deep oceans, I like being able to see, dream, and predict the unfolding. The mystery scares me, seduces me, and calls me to return to it again and again.
As someone who is devoted to the feminine and healing trauma in this lifetime, I have learned that it is easier to embrace the descent knowing that we have tethers in this world. Those human anchors that can stand for us, witness us, reflect back to us our strength and beauty, and hold space for us as we fall apart and our rebirthed again and again. We cannot avoid the descent forever, our bodies will demand we slow down and listen, that we make time to regenerate and rebirth. Look at how we must sleep every night; remember what it feels like when you emerge from a period of being sick and finally have the energy to live again? That is the wisdom of the body. It is human nature, it is in the somatic body, it is in the world all around us to cycle and spiral, to fall and to rise, to dive deep and resurface. And it is human to be scared, fearful, or even terrified of these cycles, because it is true that a part of us dies each time we descend. There is no avoiding death in resurrection. We must touch upon it, allow it to brush its lips against our skin, sometimes we must even make love to death, as without its embrace we would not know the beauty of rebirth.
When we embrace these cycles we must do so with tethers. Like Ishtar who drummed for Inanna, reminding her to rise again, we too areare meant to have humans who will drum the heartbeat for us. We need people who will call us back when we go into the depths, guide us home to our hearts, ground us in our bodies, and simply and profoundly love us for being human. My soul sister and one of my human tethers in this lifetime, Elyse Jolley and I co-taught my Wild Calling class on Inanna last month. She spoke beautifully of Inanna’s medicine and reminded us that, “as women in this lifetime it is our birth rite to descend and be re-born”. And I think that as women* (or just humans) we are meant to be these mirrors and tethers for one another in this lifetime. No matter what your vocation is or spiritual background, we all know how to hold and how to love.
So let yourself be embraced, by the cycles of death and resurrection.
Let yourself be held by others as you heal through these cycles.
To heal is to be human. We were never meant to do this work alone.
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