Divorce can shred your life. It can decimate your economics, obliterate treasured relationships, traumatize your children and shatter your identity. And divorce can liberate you - from old patterns and from an inauthentic identity. Divorce offers you a chance to let go of that person you were, the one that got you into that old life, that told you that you should stay in it, or maybe told you it was all you deserved.
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Our society offers no funeral ceremonies for a marriage, no grieving rituals specifically tied to the end of a marriage. For this work, people come to me.
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Healing From Divorce
Divorce lets you (and forces you) to change the story of who you are. Divorce allows you to consciously craft your next identity, reach down into a deeper truth of who you are, and call that truth up to the surface so that you can move through the world acting from that truth. Divorce allows you, if you will, to see the regeneration hidden inside destruction, the re-membering inside the dismemberment, to see the gift inside the betrayal, the initiation inside the suffering.
I know from personal experience that shamanic ceremony, practice and healing can help you navigate divorce in a different way than you may expect. It is a false and absurd promise to say that this work will make your divorce easy or pain free. The purpose of this work is not to avoid the pain, but to use the power of this painful experience to cleanse old patterns, heal the wounds and fears in you that went unaddressed during your marriage, and initiate you into your next shape as a deeper, more self aware person, connected to your authentic power of love, creativity, wonder and joy. If this work speaks to you, I suggest an initial meeting of 60 minutes. We will chat, you'll receive a healing and some guidance for personal prayer and ceremonial work you can do. We can also discuss next steps for healing ceremonies which may include any of the types of healing described here. Begin with an email to me: drummingthesoulawake@gmail.com |
There is this place inside me
that only I am going to touch. A sacred place. A silent place. Fed by a flower of fire. When I stand upright in the wind, my bones turn to dark emeralds. (My adaptation of James Wright's "The Jewel.") |