A fellow blogger was intrigued by the idea of Soul School when I mentioned it on the previous post. Indeed…it does seem like something that could be found in Neutopia.
You know that saying “It takes a Village to raise a Child“?
Well, it is one of the basic tenets of SS. Because for the school, its collaborators and the children to thrive, active participation of The Whole Village is required.
Community is key.
So, what IS Soul School?
In a nutshell…It Is an EVOLutionary Educational Center for Children from Pre-School to Prepa Age.
The Idea of Soul School first came to me when Ananta was still a baby, but my Soul started to whisper it into my consciousness well before she was conceived.
Early in my University days, I was drawn to the idea of practicing Yoga. I never did take any classes until after I got my engineering degree (took me 6 years!), and even then I didn’t enroll in that Ashtanga class until a year or two into my stay-cation in Mexico (I went on vacation, and have not returned since). This was when I had a job and the moolah to actually pay for a class. 😀 But not long after, I quit slaving away for “The Man” and went in search of The Woman I Am. ❤
For a year, I became a Rainbow-Making Tree-Hugger slash Compost-Mixer. Somewhere around that time I told my co-workers I was going to a 4-day prayer ceremony…and didn’t return till 2 months later. 😀
Backpacking to Tenochtitlan, camping behind the pyramids,
losing all my stuff, finding a bunch of feathers as compensation;
walking up and down mountains,
dreaming with my Spirit guides,
singing in the desert,
finding my Medicine…
they were The Most Magical Days of my life.
As fate would have it, I returned to the city, close to the sea. From here, I walk into a New World & Being, as those across the wild Pacific hold vigil for my dreams. The Land of my Birth awaits my return…
We learn in a circle, from the ground UP, under trees or thatched roofs…palapa, they call them here…kubo, back home. (not in chairs, lined up in rows, with the teacher standing)
We learn to Work The Land, Hunt, Build, Beautify, Meditate, Appreciate;
Commune with the Stars,
Feed to the Fire, Flow with the Waters,
the Sacred Air We Share.
We learn to Read the Sky,
Count our Blessings,
Experiment with Possibility,
Speak our Truth.
We tend to the Temple, our Bodies
Listen to the Voices of the Mind
Open The Heart
Free The Spirit.
We School the Soul.
We’re Championing the Star Children.
and our planet is just another particle in an Ocean of Space…
then boy, do we have a heck of a lot more evolving to do!
Let us be more like Trees!
So unmistakably connected to the Earth and Sky,
they ground Light into the material plane
and as a WASTE PRODUCT produce Life-Giving Air
~ Prana ~
What a wonderful Energy-exchange!
(I wouldn’t mind Working It day-in/day-out if what I produced was that inspiring! Although what I currently get paid to write during the day satisfies one’s needs, it doesn’t seem to fulfill this One’s Desires…)
One must take the time to Truly Inhabit The 3-Dimensional Spacesuit though.
When you don’t…
the Body languishes,
the Heart connections are cold
the Mind is loose,
and Energy leaks out of you like a bleeding mother fucker.
How does one Incarnate?
It is a deeply personal quest and noBody else can know but You.
But for this Body,
Alone-Time is VITAL.
(Preferably before the Sun and the Little Ray of Light rises. <3)
Tune in to the Silence.
Drop in to the Void.
And this is what I write about in the evenings…
Like a Tree,
I Take In all that is,
and could be
of Every Moment, of every day
and with these words
I ripple out my Best Desires for All into Sacred Space.
Some nights are steamier than others…
the mist rises
like my bare chest
as I try to make Beauty of it All,
even in Pain.
There are four doors: one facing North, the other South, East, and then West.
Seven because aside from North, South, East and West, there is also Up – to the Stars, our sun, the source of Life; Down – to the Earth’s core, her heart (remember? Earth is a living being!), and then the Center – of Life, the Origin of all Creation.
Next Water flowed and then Life flourished…plants, animals, humans…and so we bring in the medicine – dried herbs (I think I smelled coconut? salvia?), and our tools – a pairs of deer horns for the curanderas to move the hot rocks, an animal-skin drum and a pair of rattles made of gourds – to use while we sing and chant along.