33 rotations around the sun
the mystical mundane, tragedy and an invitation
At 6:19am today I completed 33 rotations around the sun. Meaning I turned 33. I entered this world a few miles from where I live now, on a Monday, like today.
The skies would go to tell that I have five scorpio placements, which apparently as per astro dot come means “ You remain an enigma: with these traits, your life events could be either very tragic or very fortunate. To which category of Scorpio do you belong? There are two types, the extremely emotional, attracted by those pathological aspects of biological relationship, or the highly mystical, concerned with spirituality.”
And so, as I turn to my right and see my little daughter sleeping, with a slight smile spread across her face, beyond her, my son, legs wrapped, embracing his papa, I say thank god, for annihilating all the things in me that would lead me to tragedy. Or, I guess better put, thank god that it only took a few tragedies, for me to wake up to the consciousness that I co-constructed them.
The truth is these days, tragedy—death have touched us. An uncle of mine has died, or been murdered, or chosen to end his life, it’s still uncertain which, and like always around this time of the year, when the boundaries between the unborn, the dead, and the living get very thin and ambiguous, collective grief bubbles, surfaces, pops open. An invitation to acknowledge the reality of time, or impermanence, and mysteriously, within the fleeting nature of our physical forms, our eternal-ness.
Birthdays have always been strange for me. I never felt like this time a year for me, this day, was a celebration. It always felt like a tidal wave of more than I could stomach, and more recently a time when all the more subtle, but potent unconscious patterning of my psyche animate and casts my surroundings into roles that affirm my deep-seated intergenerational wounds (lol). I usually cry a lot and don’t actually feel like seeing anyone. But this year is different.
As I eat, our usual every day breakfast, caldo de pollo, huevos y arepas, and I take in my surroundings; a warm cozy dwelling, children yelping, playing, laughing, arguing, and I see my partner, doing the dishes, I am reminded of how mystical the mundane is. How this simplicity, this potent tenderness, this every day-ness, has been such a deep desire of mine for so long. To be at peace at home. What I imagine all sane human beings desire, and I do not take it for granted for a second. This I celebrate.
I have been working on a piece for some weeks now on Madre Muerte, sex and transformation that I was hoping to have done for today, but its not. And my gift to myself is trusting the timing of all things. Below is an invite to our next community class
Blessings through this portal of life & death.
A seed to body community exploration;
MADRE MUERTE A Creative and Poetic Exploration of Death as a Mother: A Space for connecting to death as a portal of transformation
Madre Muerte is a natural and inextricable cycle of life. We will explore how we, as a society, have come to fear death or become desensitized to the process of metabolizing it. By honoring our cultural inheritance, we recognize death as a fierce mother—one that guides us through transitions, supporting us as we navigate the ultimate cessation that spirals back to rebirth. In this space, we will confront the harsh realities of undignified and premature death, as well as the metaphorical deaths we experience—loss of relationships and the parts of ourselves that have completed their cycles. Together, we will create a space for grief to be metabolized, experience the possibility of communing with those in other realms, and feel the power of celebration as a harmonizer of grief.
We will explore death through the lease of Andean & Amazonian cosmologies as well as through the lens of Mahayana Buddhism
Nov 12, at 3pm BOGOTA TIME, 4pm EST NYC time.
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REPLAY AVAILABLE FOR 7 DAYS
See you there <3