Is Negativity Contagious?

I wonder if we have an addiction to complaining? I’ve noticed a lot of people doing a lot of complaining lately. I realize as I listen that I need to check myself to be sure I’m not falling into the same trap of negativity. Some are even complaining about other people complaining! 😳 Here’s what I’d like to offer – clearly, if you/we/I are complaining, something needs to change. You’re/we’re/I’m not happy with something or someone. And, if that’s the case, it’s your/our/my responsibility to make the necessary changes. That might look like voting, or having an uncomfortable conversation, or doing things differently. You/we/I must take responsibility for our own happiness. Life isn’t perfect. It’s varied AF. The variations are what makes it interesting and meaningful. We are so effing privileged we complain about things that probably don’t truly matter in the large scheme of life. We have never known real hunger or thirst. We drink safe, clean water. We have a warm, safe place to sleep. We own more clothes, shoes, books, – STUFF – than most people throughout the world own. (They might have 1-2 pairs of shoes and a couple outfits.) Most of us own cars. Most of us have never had to flee our homes due to the violence of war. I could go on here, but I hope you get my point. Death is but a breath away in any given moment. That person you/we/I’m complaining about may die tomorrow. And when that happens, how will you feel? Will you still be complaining? Will you feel regretful and miss them? What if you lose...

Dying. Over and Over Again.

I underwent serious Shamanic Death in 2015. Everything was stripped from me – health, family, “friends”, work, etc. As I began to understand the enormity of what was transpiring, I would witness as more was leaving, taken, purged, and I would remain detached and curious about the process. I decided to actively partner with the process as I purged and released more, and more. Willingly, even, after a time. It wasn’t easy. But necessary. It was also achingly beautiful. Towards the end of the active process, I made an effigy of myself and all the things about me that I was letting go of. And I buried her. I gave her(former me) a lovely, private burial ceremony. I wept in gratitude. It was quiet, peaceful. So much so, that my next thought became “I have no idea what I just did, but this ought to be HUGE.” And it was. I surrendered to the process and watched as more was stripped away – my home, my business, more of my possessions. And to some extent, my community. Then a sudden, intense AF heartbreak occurred. And I was broken open more than I ever had been in my life. I came to understand that the pain I was experiencing and expressing was the culmination of pain I’d never felt, released, or expressed throughout my current lifetime. And some from past lives. The miracles that flooded in Graced me in such an astonishing way, I’m filled with tears to recall it. I sobbed from pain, from opening, and from gratitude all at once. I easily felt all the pain of the...

I’m SO Done. Are you?

It doesn’t feel good anymore. I’ve been inside the realms of tantra, spirituality, and self-awareness – those thing that supposedly catalyze growth – for a very long time. (Longer than most) As I see posts from others in the community, posts offering insights and challenges, I’m not *feeling* it anymore. Answers aren’t exactly clear right now. Many feelings are surfacing that I’ve not made sense of yet. I keep looking for ::more:: Something fresh and new. Something authentic and activating. But I don’t see or feel those things. It feels hollow. Empty AF. It’s not just me. I am clear that many so-called teachers and experts are asserting ideas and narratives that wreak of dogmatism. While I get that the things that previously brought us joy or succor aren’t exactly doing that any longer, I wonder why I feel a lack of joy, an absence of connection, an emptiness, feelings of “that does not resonate” and “same old, same old.” Preaching to a choir of those who will listen; those who are unsure enough to overthink and question themselves. Repeatedly. Please hear me! You don’t have to follow the “code” or buy into a limited way of thinking. You don’t don’t need anyone to tell you how to be, how to heal, how to find love, how to understand, how to BE. You/we are much more powerful than that. Too many are taking the things I love and hold most dear – the very studies and practices I hold precious – and making them finite and absolute. That’s not Tantra. That’s not true spirituality. It irks me to no...

Transformation, Shamanic Death and Sovereignty

I am THRILLED to share this potent conversation I had last week with Transformation Goddess Shann Vander Leek on her podcast This Sacred Life. We talked about Transformation, Shamanic Death and Claiming Your Sovereignty – topics that are pregnant with poignancy for most women at this time – especially if you’re in the midst of change or navigating midlife. When we got off our call, we were both BUZZING from the energy. And that feeling lasted all day long! Go take a listen: https://transformationgoddess.com/transformation-shamanic-death-and-claiming-sovereignty-with-lisa-adams If this speaks to you, please share this with your friends. This is The Work we are engaged right...

Death Process for the Living

It seems as though I’m becoming an “expert” in Shamanic Death. However reluctant. Shamanic Death is a process of Ego Death wherein everything you know yourself to be, the things you identify with/as, the role(s) you play, the archetype you embody, must die. When this occurs, life is changing on the most profound levels. People leave Job/career change Health challenges No longer enjoying the things you used to love Feelings of uncertainty The systems and structures you once counted on, fail you You recognize ingrained behaviors and patterns and how they’ve directed your choices Sometimes this death process comes as a result of graduation, divorce, birth, the passing of a loved one, menopause, and more. But, that’s not always the case. There are times when we are being called to the next, new expression or iteration of ourSelves. When we must relinquish all that we’ve held dear. When we let go of our entire fucking identity. We may even have mastered our identity/archetype/expression/understanding of ourselves so much that it colors our perspective and how we interact with all of life. It’s our zone of excellence. But, the Universe calls us out. It beckons us into our zone of Genius. It asks more from us. It needs us to show the fuck up in our lives. It needs us to be present and engaged so we can usher in a new way of BEing. A new way of life. A new world. The changes often start out small. Then get bigger. These changes are happening in your life and all around. They appear on the “outside” while inside the rumblings...