A day in the life of WIld Blooming

🌺 A Day in the Temple of WILD BLOOMING

There’s something strange about waking up in a world that feels alive again.

The air in Costa Rica is thick with life — not heavy, but fertile. You feel it when you open your eyes: a sense that you are no longer cut off, no longer just surviving. You step outside and the jungle greets you — lush, humming, maternal.

You take a breath, and it lands all the way down. Your nervous system, which used to rattle like a loose wire, begins to regulate in the presence of stillness and trees. Your heart starts to open again.

This is the day the feminine begins to return.

You walk barefoot to the temple. Your feet touch the earth — and you remember: this is sacred ground. Not just Costa Rica, but your body. Your voice. Your life.

The women gather. Josie invites the group into a spiral movement — hips, heart, voice. No instructions to “get it right.” No mirrors. Just breath and rhythm and instinct. This is not choreography — this is restoration. You find yourself moving in a way your body seems to know, but your mind forgot.

And in that remembering, something in you starts to come alive.
A part of you the world told you to shrink.
The part that knows the cycles. That bleeds with the moon. That once danced as prayer.
The part of you that carries the ache of generations of women who stopped singing — and the fire of the ones who never did.

After movement, you walk slowly to the river with Moon, a young local medicine woman whose presence alone is ceremony. She speaks of water as womb, of sound as spell, of voice as the bridge between matter and mystery.

She leads you in a practice. At first, your voice is hesitant — stuck in your throat, too polite. But the river doesn’t ask for pretty. The river asks for real. So you let it out. And what emerges is not a song, but a sound that cracks something open in you. It’s the sound of your soul remembering it belongs.

Later, you rest. The luxury of doing nothing is foreign, but your body drinks it like medicine. You nap under the trees. You write a letter to yourself — not the one you’ve been pretending to be, but the one who’s been waiting quietly inside you.

At night, you enter a circle lit by fire. The Magdalene teachings are present, but not as theory — as felt truth. Josie speaks of the sacred marriage within. Of what happens when we stop denying the feminine — not just as women, but as humanity.

And you feel it:

“When we deny the divine mystery of the feminine, we also deny something fundamental to life.”

You see it clearly now — how this world, obsessed with speed and control, has severed itself from the sacred source that nourishes all of creation.
And how your own body has suffered the same severance — shame, silence, suppression.

But here, in this circle of fire and breath and sisterhood, that thread is being re-woven.

Not through performance.
Not through fixing.
But through presence.
Through rhythm.
Through return.

By the end of the night, you don’t feel “changed” — you feel restored.

Not just to yourself — but to life pulsing inside you.

(and that is just ONE day :) )

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