Wednesday, 25 July 2018

Dance of Life and Death in the Buddhafield

Once again I feel a deep honour and much gratitude for having been able to share our Red Tent at this lovely festival. I am blessed to have some truly awesome women on my team, and we supported each other in our work and in practical ways.  This meant we were able to offer a juicy program of workshops, circles and care for many many women during the five day event.  We laughed and giggled a plenty, and cried and healed together at times too.


Buddhafield Festival holds this amazing capacity for personal growth, community connection and a softening into love and compassion. It also brings up a lot of challenges, and for many reveals the personal and collective shadow as we play and explore, in what is essentially a pop-up village of wonder, wise and wyrd.  From beginning to end there is a transformation process that happens, and this year the theme was Dance of Life and Death, so dance the dance we did.




For our first circle in the Red Tent we the women set our intentions for opening, receiving, discovering and entering fully into all the festival and its tribe had to offer.  We released (Death), a little of what we didn't need in order to make space for calling in the new (Life). We discussed boundaries and the holding of personal space, whilst going with the flow and the joy.


Then the issue of boundaries came up time and again during the festival, not only for me personally, but also for us as space holders within the women's area. So much of the work we have to do on ourselves and as womankind in general is within the realms of finding where our yeses are and where are our nos. Then being able to articulate them powerfully yet gently, and be heard in our truth takes another stepping up of sorts.  Several situations called us into listening and communication with full compassion.  Some of those complex situations we navigated really well for others, some took a few days and some we are learning from.  Lots of things can happen in small amount of time in the space of a few hundred tents.  An intense snap shot of life really, but what is incredible is the willingness to open and engage that people have and call each other into.  It is a delight to be a part of, this cracking open, the Being and the Becoming.

I also feel profoundly moved by the women that spent time in the Red Tent with their rawness and vulnerability, their story sharing and their processing, their wisdom and truth. The internalised misogyny workshop I felt drawn to create and offer just two days before packing to go to the festival allowed us to really examine some of the shadows within sisterhood. Owning and voicing some of it, meant it could, in a sense, die and be released, the sorries could be said and equally received at our core giving us new life. Sometimes old ways of doing and surviving have to go in order for us to access the being and thriving. It takes courage to do this, and a grieving of lost selves and opportunities, and I honour each woman that came to that workshop and offered it up as prayer and healing for all women. I am also glad that more and more women are finding their way to these spaces to give to themselves during all phases of their cyclical nature and life stages, connecting to the repeating life and death spiral within the physical or energetic form.  I am bearing witness too to the integrity and gentle holding of some of the sisters for us all by the fire and in the camp.



                                 


















Overall the blazing sunshine added to the intensity, liberation and brilliance. Everyone shined, radiant in smiles, laughter and colourful clothing, (or none at all as the case may be). Although we were offering lots in the Red Tent we managed a fair bit of playtime too. My personal highlights were the retelling of one of my favorite tales, that of Inanna's Descent in the Death Awareness Space; the wonderful Vaudeville of the Vulva at Word Up; Sexual Healing talk in the Women's Space; and Yoni Shakti exploration in the Yoga Dome. Add into that a puja, some gentle yoga, sacred sensuality work, dancing, rather good raw cacao, and my gigglesome sisters and you get a sense of my juicy time in the "field".  And the Crew Cafe what can I say ... thank you for the love and joy that you served along with our food.  I've come back feeling held and honoured and nurtured in my Dance of Life and Death, and a feeling of blessedness to be part of the giving. See you there next year.




Heidi x