This year's Omega experience was particularly heightened. A shamanic initiation of sorts that started with a brutal bite from my cat, Simon. My hand was a mouse in his mouth. And the way the blood spurted when he finally unclenched his teeth had me initially freaked out, and pretty traumatized for days.
As a result my Omega entry was a bit delirious and not in a postive way. Hand swollen, sleepless, stomach in knots from antibiotics -- I walked around in a stupor, not quite sure why I was there. The driving rain and cold didn't help. And the sauna was off limits til the wound healed.
But less than a week later, the veil lifted, the sun came out, the temperature rose, and the world turned upside down in a good way.
My workshops were phenomenal and I'll be posting a page of pics on my website. Days were filled with yoga, kayaking, kirtan, massage, dance and delicious food. The library and sauna were nightly retreats.
I got a bit of my own art making in, but more importantly a renewed commitment to forging this path and presenting more workshops, so that my soul life isn't squeezed into just two weeks each year.
The overwhelming truth about Omega is that everything we need comes to us exactly when we need it. This is true of love and friendship, healing and life lessons. And while it seems that Omega is a magical place where the universe is conspiring to shower us with joy, in fact, it's a concentrated version of our lives out in the world. The land there is definitely sacred ground; the air we breath there too. But so is every step and breath we take in the world.
I struggle gently to keep this in my heart as I return to work, a hectic schedule, difficult people and daily demands. Proof is already mounting. As Omega's Life Coach Win Harper told me: the very first thing we need to do is ask for what we want.
Maybe it's the only thing.
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