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Living, exploring, expressing, spiraling the journey of womanhood one breath at a time, one day at a time, one achievement at a time, one blessing at a time.

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Mirror Mirror

3/28/2017

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This is what I look like after dancing with the dramatic feminine*.

Settling into my body, raw and alive with thoughts, emotions, sensations. Stretching, purring, allowing myself the grace of simply being, I awaken the sleeping parts of me. I connect with my center and prepare for a journey.

Tiptoeing, then stomping into the dark shadows of my psyche, staring straight into the eyes of my deepest self--there is no judgment... just love. Straight-backed, I do not avert my glance, but persist even deeper into the truth... deeper into the core of the story and listen with an open heart. There may be sadness, pain, regret...there may be deception, manipulation, confusion, and as I witness these elements they unravel and simplify. This is how I purify--by seeing the truth of what is, having compassion for those places that dance in fear, and holding them in my loving arms.

​And my heart expands... it opens into rays of light engulfing the room in which I dance... you may not see it with your eyes, but you can feel it with your soul as I spring and spin, arms open, and voice surrendering to the movement of energy surging though my spirit. I dance wildly. I explore fearlessly. I love myself even more diligently. I open to the ALL of consciousness, and as I transmute the dense energies, I raise my vibration. And as I raise the vibration of myself, I raise the vibration of the entire world. We are mirrors. Let us resonate a harmony of healing.


*The term dramatic feminine was used by Andrew Bartlett at the end of Ecstatic Dancing the other day. The term resonated deeply, and so I use it here. 
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Profound Simplicity

3/18/2017

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Sitting before a fire, my drum nested between my thighs, conversations shifting, morphing, rising, and falling alongside guitar riffs and drum beats, I welcome the graceful gratitude rising in my spirit. I smell the wood as it transforms into heat, then ash... an incense of life transforming, and again I feel grateful. I am not a woman who needs expensive jewelry, nor the highest fashion, but my taste is impeccable and I expect the best. And what is the best?

The best is simple. I crave the raw purity of life. Scents, emotions, real thoughts and authentic moments. I don't want a show. I want an experience. I want to listen gently, and debate heartily. I want to feel the beats emerge from the space between notes. I want to watch as a participant and an observer as the music comes together and falls apart again. I tremble as the harmonica jumps unexpectedly into the conversation of rhythms, just as I smile at a comment delivered into the music of conversation. 

This simplicity is living. Humans coming together, sharing food, conversation, music, laughter, experience. Humans connecting among the interplay of earth, trees, fire, air, smoke. The embers glow. The logs shiver and shift, releasing sparks and smoke onto our clothes and into our eyes, but still we stay because we love the dance. We love the experience of living. 

Of course, we could go inside. Turn on the lights, the t.v., move a little more towards death, but we choose to be here by the fire. We choose to feel the warmth that forms when humans gather together for no other reason than to share and experience what it means to be human. I live for the simple moments. And often, the simple moments are the most profound. 

Deep gratitude for the simple gifts of fire, friendship, food, and music making this evening. Grateful for the simple. 

XO
​Suzette
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A Soul Nest

3/8/2017

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"Honoring Pisces Goddess" by Suzette Winona Summers©
Let's talk deep, soul flowing, earth thumping love. Raw. Pure. Messy. Delicious.

This past weekend I had the beautiful fortune of celebrating my Soul Sistar's 40th Birthday with a collection of individuals I adore to the core of the earth,  some of whom I have known since my 20s. As I look back on the chapters of my life and contemplate upon how each of these people are woven into the intricate fabric which is my story, I am in awe. How blessed am I to have men and women I have basically grown up with whom I love so deeply?

They know me, and I them. All of it.

They have seen me at my worst and my best, as I have seen them. I know what makes them tick, and where some may be disappointed or appalled at some of their habits, behaviors, or beliefs, we appreciate each other's differences and find each other's idiosyncrasies endearing. Truly. 

This is what happens when you risk vulnerability.

We have opened our hearts, bodies, and minds up to one another without judgment (or at least without lasting judgment). We have journeyed into darkness together to find the light. We have soaked together naked in bathtubs and hot springs, in rivers, and each other's stories. We have been out of our minds sledding and had kundalini experiences in a garage that functioned as a home for a while. We worshipped each other by sharing time gathering wood, traveling across the country, witnessing 6 ft long rattlesnakes, drumming in circles after potlucks where we prayed in backyards before eating. We dreamed up dances to celebrate spring and attuned to the energies in our hands. We healed each other with fire, smoke, prayers, breath, tears, and time.

As the years have pulsed on and we have found other rhythms and adventures, the resonance of our hearts continues to keep the beat, and when we see each other we rest in each other's arms and presence as if no space or time had passed. We live within each other. 

Leaving the gathering Saturday night I looked to one of my friends and said, "We are all so weird, wonderful, and unique. I love all of us."

We are the people unafraid to be ourselves. Actually, we may be the people unable to be anything except ourselves. This is a strange and beautiful gift in this world. One many do not understand or appreciate, but to us, we are grateful to have found one another and know that the love we have for each other is eternal, unconditional, and pure. 

I bow deeply to these sisters and brothers, and give thanks to creator for surrounding me within a soul nest of weirdos, freaks, gods, and goddesses.

​We Are LOVE Made Manifest. Aho!



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Root Medicine Man

3/1/2017

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The Radical 
Root Medicine Man
walks in search of 
high elevations and sunshine,
negative ions and water.


We chat about flat earth theories,
rhodendrons, and trees. He shows
me his favorite places, and I speak 
dreams of community as the dogs
walk beside us panting.
We share a jug of water
and our children dance
throughout our conversations.


I smell his neck
and taste his lips sweet 
with clover honey. I can’t 
get enough, but resist 
the urge to gulp,
and instead, savor


​and sip his presence like 

a piece of dark chocolate
melting on my tongue, 
or chamomile tea still
too hot to drink.


His magic hands knead
the muscles in my back
into messages of ecstasy.
I am unwound and unwoven,
deconstructed into essence
by his feral masculinity.


We breathe and weave
moments into mementos
carved within the notches 
of memory. We stretch 
and open our lungs and bodies 
to the rhythm of life. Finding 


our separate centers,

we release the dense
energy hidden in our muscles
and unite into one lung
resonating a guttural purr.


Wordlesss messages full

of meaning emerge from a primal
center and erupt with force 
and spiraling light
striving for the unknown 
nutrients at the core of life.

                      ~Suzette Winona Summers


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    Suzette Winona Summers M.A. is a mother, writer, artist, and circler of women following the call of her heart to empower herself, her sisters, and the world. Suzette embraces her purpose of birthing a new world through one breath at a time, one step at a time, walking through fear, disappointments, and difficulties into the light of a new day. 

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