Tea with the Muse

Believing the women. Believing ourselves. Checking with our body when we’re ready to move on and tell our stories. my mother said she couldn’t always trust her heart ♥️

Dear Ones,

You just never know where a sacred path is going to lead you. Right now, I'm on the balcony of a hotel on the Sonoma Plaza. It's curious finding myself here because I live here in Sonoma. But it just so happens that for various reasons, last night, every bed at the inn, including at my house, was full because we just had an event, Exotic Creatures.

As I sat in my little car trying to decide where to go next, I wanted to go for a swim. I wasn't sure where to stay. And I looked up the most affordable hotel in town, which happened to be right on the plaza. So as I made my way here and got in my pajamas after a beautiful swim, I wondered... Was there a reason that I could think of why I would be right here?

The reason why I'm right here... is to connect with my roots. Because this Sonoma Plaza is where I took my first steps. It's where I have memories of my mothers and my lovers. It's a place as close to home as I've ever known. Next to these trees. These flowers. This rose garden. This sundial. These amazing ducks. So I wanted to start my day right here. With the sounds of the morning birds. The light of the sun. The sounds of the traffic going by. And this poem/prose that I wrote from bed this morning. Ready to listen? Tune in. Because here we go. It's called the Constellation of She-Bear.

Constellation of She-Bear

The morning birds have let you know that the light is returning now. Right in the middle of where you are, there is beauty right next to the trouble. Can you pause and look for it?

Just the presence of the sun is the reminder that there are cycles within cycles and it won't always feel like it does right now. Exactly, exactly in the spot that seems almost impossible to navigate, there is an opening to go through. Look for it.

You might need to be brave because this threshold is going to look different than the ones you've known before. The trees that are blooming nearest to where you are standing have turned their leafy green ears towards your troubles. Go ahead, little one. Tell them about the thunder in your head. They already know.

This makes me think of a song a song my mother used to sing to me as a little girl. Trouble in mind, I’m blue but I won't be blue always sun's gonna shine in my back door somedayI know I know it seems as if the universe is conspiring against you sometimes.You wonder if there's any more that can go wrong. Well, let me ask you, would you be willing to ask a different question? Even though you can't see them, there are tigers right now drinking water in a powerful river of fresh, sweet water. Just knowing that offers joy. comfort.

Just think of it. Can you see the tigers drinking fresh sweet water in the thunder of your mind?

Even though you can't hear it right now, there are medicine people playing a song for you on their drum. It's a heartbeat just for you. Really, it's happening right now. Somewhere around the world,a medicine person with a drum is playing a song for humanity and you are included in that. And even better, it's a song in your mother tongue. The language you speak in your world.Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Above the birds and the traffic and the air conditioner and the sounds of coffee brewing and the sweepers are sweeping and the housekeepers are keeping and the artists, well, we're reciting poetry on our phone, of course. Can you hear it?

I wish I could rub this fragrant oil that smells like roses and frankincense into your hardening scars to soften them for you. You shouldn't have to do that all on your own.

I just noticed how the skin puckers at the site of the wound. The poets tell us that's where the light gets in, you know, through the cracks. Light comes in and out of the wound. (You know, Rumi and Cohen always speaking about these light-filled wound things.)

Listen closely now. Listen.

The bear in your heart is carrying you. The bear in your heart is carrying you. The bear in your heart is carrying you safely to the next destination on your sacred path. I know you wish it was different. I wish it was different too. And not because we're fragile, although we have our moments.Maybe it's because we're tired. But mostly because we know it doesn't have to be like this. And it makes us sad that it doesn't have to be like this. It doesn't have to be like this, but it is. And so here we are.

Do you remember the day when you took shelter from that perfect storm?You just stopped running and reacting and started noticing the blooming orchids? It all just seemed so unlikely to find all that beauty right next to all that destruction. But there it was. Here it is.

As I looked up yesterday... at the woman swimming in front of me.There was indeed an orchid on her shoulder in the colors I had just painted. These are reminders that I am on a sacred path. And today I'm here to tell you, maybe to affirm for you or remind you, yes, These are fierce times. Fierce times.

We are called into a future self that's more mature than we've ever been so far. And part of us, well maybe a lot of us, just want to go back to sleep. To pull the covers up over our head. To put the fuzzy socks on and go back to sleep. Yet every day that we overcome the fear which holds us back. Every day we release more withholding. Every day that we're kinder to ourselves, we are learning to see in the dark. But today, today I want to honor all the places that you are saying no. All the places you're saying no. I love your big, bold, quivering f**k no.I love your walking away. I love your walking toward your life right now. I want to cherish the few yeses that feel just right in your belly. You know the ones I'm talking about. What can you say yes to today that turns ancient starlight in your bones into actual life force you can use? You know that grace-filled stuff called Life Force?

I've heard that even with current circumstances, there is actually still enough Life Force to go aroundRumor has it, You get to have as much as you want. You do need to ask for it, however. Not because it's moderated. Like no one can keep you from it. But because sometimes you forget it's there. Sometimes you forget that life force is there and you have to ask for it. You can hear me. Can't you? Pacing the floor in my fuzzy socks. This Life Force is here. It's between us right now. Can you feel it? I can.

I'm smiling as I think about you. As I see your face. Your smile. Your eyes. I see you. The intention of noticing myself. You, me, eyes, life force, and the bear in your heart. It activates the sparks of hidden power within us. Pow, pow, pow, there goes the sparks. Sparking. Life is lifing. Stars are starring. Hearts are sending hearts. Sometimes you feel like you're not from around here. You search the stars, you look to the earth, and you just feel like maybe you don't exactly belong here.And you, darling heart, have made an art of not belonging. You've gotten really good at it.You can still be in crowds and in groups and not belong and not panic, and you're doing all right. You've also learned to practice feeling safe without anybody needing to validate your existence. You did a really good job! You are really amazing!You know that, right? Yet, precious one, I am here today to remind you that you do belong in this constellation of being. You have been walking barefoot through the galaxies alone for long enough. Right alongside the hot mess that you are in, the great mysteries have woven a milky way into the garment of your body, your sacred skin suit.

For you, I give thanks. Our cosmic GPS coordinates led us exactly to this exact moment, the one we're in right now. The bear in my heart calls to the bear in your heart. Can you hear the call? The only thing you need to do to step onto your sacred path is to step onto your sacred path.

I know it feels kind of like a riddle to recognize it, that you're already on it. I know a woman on her path when I see it. Let me be the one to tell you, I can see you are on your path. Yes, you've already crossed the threshold

and you're in the NOW.

I welcome you here, where I live in the now. It's good here.

There's not that many people hanging out in the now, honestly. For us introverts who look like outroverts, it's kind of a cool place to be Now. It's so popular to talk about, but so few actually find their way to Now.So I'm glad you made it across that threshold.

So, you know, this circle has been called and your name was on the list again. To come and speak to us about the gifts that you are carrying. Your unique medicine. Let me just tell you nobody here actually cares if you have your stuff in a tidy pile. We really don't.

We like the steam that comes out of your compost. We all know that soon enough there will be wildflowers growing from everything you've been willing to let go of. So right beside the suffering there's this beauty to behold. That's why I'm here talking to you today to remind you to look for the beauty.

You won't have to look very far. It's right where you look right Now. I'm inviting you to find a question that feels sweet on your tongue. The morning birds have let you know that the light is returning now. Right in the middle of where you are…There is beauty right next to the trouble.

#medicinepainting #intentionalcreativity #ExoticCreatures #musea

This painting was created in a weekend event called Exotic Creatures, using Medicine Painting. An ancient yet futuristic Intentional Creativity process that allows us to reveal so much of our hidden worlds and interpret it as medicine. Brave action steps, emerge, post painting. We don’t want to live the way where we’re living before. We now have the courage to try something else. We can’t go back to where we were.

One of the curious things is that we begin to watch for things that arise in the painting to arise inside of our lives. Within 45 minutes of completing this painting, I was at the pool and there was a woman swimming who had an orchid tattoo on her back in exactly the same colors as my painting. Later that night my phone showed me a photo from 2021 on the exact samed date of orchids. Then a few of us were out to dinner together and one of the women had a butterfly on her painting, which now manifested in another tattoo. Another woman had included a sacred herb in her painting, and then suddenly found out about a ceremony that included that sacred herb, and one of her other paintings. And the list goes on and on! How often we collapse the symbolic and mystical into our world in the day-to-day reality. Especially when we’re looking for it!

This painting and poem is dedicated to my students from Exotic Creatures, and also Color of Woman. I continue to be in awe at the sacred work of Medicine Painting. Painting with an intent to heal through the Alchemical Feminine and realize that we are already on our sacred path. Less withholding, more acknowledgment. Less loneliness, more inclusion in the tribe of healers and creatives who are willing to open their eyes. So good.

At the end of the class, I decided I wanted to teach more specifically about the ingredients called Medicine Painting that I have been working on in our lineage for over 30 years. Stay tuned to learn more about how you can work with painting for healing yourself and also with others. Having nothing to do with being a great painter. Self-expression offers access to healing because it activates life force. It’s the art and science of self expression that lights up my sacred path. The constellation of the she-bear reminds me of my calling. I am on my sacred path and not one single thing can take me off of it!

Love in the Now,

Shiloh Sophia

Exotic Creatures team, Ruby, Alyse, Anasuya, Ali and below is the classroom too

How are you navigating these times?

Yes, I too am concerned about what appears to be an incoming dictatorship in the United States in an undemocratic process! I need to choose how much I focus on that. I need to keep my eye on it, but I need to focus on other things too. My life force needs my attention.

Do you need to rescue your nervous system from the hijacking of the narratives of force?

Are you willing to collaborate with your chemistry towards something that you love?

Exotic Creatures begins on Friday - come create feminine alchemy with me

Tomorrow we have a live ritual - join usDear Ones,This is the finaly promised Re-Imagining Women’s Mythologies. Seems like I am just getting started!Today’s episode isA rejection of the normaliztion of rape stories

A call to action out of reaction

Rescue of life force from the power over structures

Touching on women’s stories where we were mis-informed

Invitation to choose your consciousness

Paint with me this weekend and talk to me tomorrow!

Shiloh Sophia

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Re-imagining Women’s Mythologies continues today with

* a look at the perilous life of Little Red Riding hood

* a call vicitims to ask when we are no longer victims

* the dead grandmother wolf archetype

* the dead mothers in stories

* transcending the need for rescue

* a general call to go beneath the layers of weapons into a pre-conquest state.Join us to paint your wild free woman archetype in Exotic Creatures starting Friday. No painting experience required.

Part Two in the player above.

Then I have included two additional audios - the 2:52 one is just a breif note on Baba Yaga. The second 42 minute audio is a re-telling of the Selkie story released earlier this year.

OK, here we go. I’m diving in. I’ve already been to bottom recently. I’m not here to save the day. Just FYI I’m mostly gonna stir stuff up. I’m not here to change your mind. I don’t need you to respect my opinion. It’s just time to speak about the sacred cow within mythologies centering the feminine psyche.

It’s true. I take the mythologies way too literally. I do.

But when I look at the state of the world, I can’t help but wonder how these dominant narratives have shaped us into the culture We are today - where women are in need of rescue. But who will rescue us if the rescuer is also the perpetrator?

Enough.

Shiloh Sophia

PS To learn about the Exotic Creatures course go to intentionalcreativity.life We would love to have you paint with us.

Hello Everyone! This three part series starts RIGHT here. I will be sharing an un-hinged view of the changes I am hoping we can make together regarding women’s stories. Three podcasts in three days breaking it DOWN. So we can bulid up something living.

Those who are called to become the Shereo of your own story and who want to experience my new work - join us for Exotic Creatures - no woman ever regretted spending a few days listening to the new story that wants to emerge AND making a painting that goes along with the narrative that is ready to emerge

Photos taken yesterday at Wild Water Creek by Michelle, the beauty on the far right.Norma Jeanne, Shiloh, Vicchi, Naia and Michelle. We shared a lovely day together in ceremony, story and creativity.

Hello Dear Beings!!

I hope you can join me live today! Change your schedule, move the world, and or get the recording! Luscious is here, just click the button below to register as a gift.

Today we will reclaim all of our senses! Yes there are more than five! Let's count them together and let them speak to us!

Shiloh Sophia

I am an exotic creature

precious, rare and endangered

Yet today

My paws remember the ground

the Earth rises to meet my path

My whiskers sense the unseen

the unseen remembers my scent

My keen ears listen to the wind

the wind whispers her stories through me

My shiny pelt grown dull

with too much to feel

reminds me how to glisten my sheen

My eyes look towards the stars

the stars look back, daring me!

The blood in the soft animal of my body

stirs with ancient stardust codes long dormant

My lips are cracked with decoding lies

Then the white hot kiss came to find me

The animystic kiss of all Creation

landed one right on my heart!

My calling flares up as a thousand suns

urging me towards a new direction

claiming my territory!

Hesitating...I step back

then leap forward into the unknown

Not with faith

but fear present!

Not with hope

but rigorous tenacity!

Not all pretty-like

with raw feral vigor roar!

Not pretty, not nice, not apologetic

I am an exotic creature grown weary of

the shenanigans of men with weapons

of every kind seeking to tame my spirit!

I shall not be tamed

I step out of domestication

I shed colonization

I release too busy to rest

I remember my sovereignty

I claim my saced path now!

I am already on my way

to find my feral sisters

I shall remind them too

if they have forgotten

their shiny pelt and sharp teeth

We shall howl under that moon

we shall walk our sacred path

we shall not turn back again

or spend our lives in reaction

Instead of being endangered

I will become dangerous

to systems that bind, trap, ensnare

Releasing false selves on the forest floor

We will create what we prophecy

We are exotic creatures

remembering our true nature

with power, pleasure, prowesss

and passionate flaming hearts!

And so it already issssss.

Curate Shiloh Sophia

Fresh of the press poetry that's been brewing for some time. A metaphoric framework for how it feels to be a woman in a dominant culture.

Exotic means is strikingly unusual or strange or unfamiliar. The word comes from the Greek, Ekotikos, meaning foreign or outside. The process I will guide you through in Exotic Creatures will be unusual. Outside of the way you have been taught and have thought all your life. We are going to step outside the normative and into the imaginal.

In my life, I am on a bridge right now. Having ompleted my first sacred assignment at 55 that I have worked on my whole life. The other horizon is yet to be revealed. I must wait and be patient.

There is a bridge between my sacred assignments that must be walked to get where I am going and take as many of you with me as is called.

That bridge is called Exotic Creatures. This is new work, fresh energy, advanced approach to medicine painting and a neo-shamanic painting and power ritual over three days. Join us on four different dates dates, Livestream, Sonoma @MUSEA, On-Demand and in Miami @COSMICA

Link in the comments. xo PM with questions.

Painting by Shiloh Sophia 2024 Animystic Kiss of Creation