The weight of the witnessing...

Psychopomp Percussives ~ Cat Webb 2016

Psychopomp Percussives ~ Cat Webb 2016

I spent my weekend in ritual, prayer, and communication... This is what I have gathered:
The reality is, all that is toxic, all that we are now being called to witness, has been happening for millenia. Grounding and self care is needed to continue the long journey to healing and reconciliation.
We are witnessing because we are the first generation to be big enough and brave enough to turn the tide of hatred into healing for all.

Peace and Blessings ~ Cat AKA Hecate's Daughter

Safe Spaces, Death Denial, and Simple Soul’utions Part 3 of 3

Safe Spaces, Death Denial, and Simple Soul’utions Part 3 of 3

So back to the original situation posed by my colleague: how can we as a community of caregivers address death denial and death phobia in our culture?  

I have observed over time that our larger society healing can come from unexpectedly small everyday interactions… 

Death denial can be healed by how we create safe spaces for authenticity: *News Flash* People have feelings!  Those feelings change as we engage in ever evolving situations, these are all very complicated things that are worth a talk, or several, even if it feels like the most awkward talk with the people you love and respect most. Please try. 

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Badassing through Chronic Illness

MedicineBuddha Cat Defeats the Evil Staph Queen 

MedicineBuddha Cat Defeats the Evil Staph Queen 

I was talking to an old friend about how I deal with my chronic illness... I told him that I cannot look at the day to day or even month to month for signs of healing. I need to look back to my worst point and measure my healing progress from there.

From being bed ridden with mould in my lungs at 30% on the palliative performance chart, and actually healing from that, only to get hit with a full body skin staph infection, to now a few years later being able to do all my own household chores and errands... Its a big deal! Even the first time I was able to shower standing up without help was a huge fucking win!
I am totally Badass!!!

So here's what I have learned:
Healing goes in cycles and waves... Learn to celebrate the every day victories... Keep creating healing art cause it does help... Scars are just the marks left behind by our body loving us enough to heal & pssst we ALL have them...  And every once in awhile please remember to step back and look at the bigger picture to see just how badass you truly are! <3

Love = Grief = Love

Love = Grief = Love

To love something, is to grieve when it is gone.

Just because someone died, it does not mean that we can suddenly stop the flow of love to that person, nor do I feel it is healthy to do so.

However the place that the love goes becomes intangible. Your love is there but there is also the ‘space’ where the loved one was. We no longer get the feedback that we did… there are no hugs/ smiles/ tenderness to show that the loved one, loves back. We are sending out a call of love and it is not being echoed back, at least not in the old familiar ways. 

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Psychopomp Prayer : Healing in the Space Between

I am (__given name or spirit name__), a psychopomp and crossroads guardian, I call upon (__personal guides / spirit helpers__) to provide a safe space for my workings.
I pray for there to be safe passage to the next life provided for all innocent souls who have died in pain or fear. May their soul’s light be found, by defying the darkness of their stories. May their light spread and heal others.
I am greatfull to witness and experience this powerfull moment in time, being called into service to heal the spaces between. In helping to heal another’s story, we heal our own. I am greatfull to my Spirit Guides for providing safe space for journeying and for bringing light to the dark places.

Prayers for peace to be in the space between the things that are.
~Cat AKA Hecate's Daughter

Today I am 9 years old ~ Josi Case

Today I am 9 years old ~ Josi Case

Today, I’m 9 years old.

I write this letter to myself every year on the anniversary of my suicide attempt. The point of the letter is for me to take the time to reflect upon the past year and, once again, celebrate a failure.

I know that celebrating failure is uncommon. But, of all the successes I can count, I have learned the most from my ineffective attempt to kill myself.

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