I speak the words that live at the bottom.
I take the unformed grace and give it to you as passages that make your bones quake.
I peel away the lies that have been woven into your shroud, pulling them thread by thread, until it all unravels at our dancing feet.
I am the fire.
This is a space of creation.
This is a space of becoming.
This is where we shed the skin of what we have carried.
And learn to stand bare.
Against the wind.
Seeing ourSelves alive.
Alight.
Ready.
This is a space of becoming.
This is where we shed the skin of what we have carried.
And learn to stand bare.
Against the wind.
Seeing ourSelves alive.
Alight.
Ready.
We are not taught what to do with shame.
We are not taught how to hold our sadness.
We are not taught how to navigate our fear without turning it into daggers tipped with poison, ready to shoot in a ridiculous attempt to soothe our skin.
We are not shown how to surrender.
Or apologize.
Or soften.
We are not shown how to live.
We can barely bear witness to the pain within our own being without attempting to reign, fix, control or ignore it.
We struggle to be with another.
Or with the collective.
Especially at the level of pain that is present in the world.
We so easily turn away rather than turn towards.
We create stories and theories and nonsense that keep us far from ourSelf.
Stories that perpetuate the pain.
Rather than actually having to feel it.
Heal it.
And deal with it.
We engage in pointless self-flagellation.
All pain.
No gain.
We brag about being our own worst enemies.
We pour ourSelf into a search for bigness.
For purpose.
For worth.
But we must actually learn to find ourSelf as we are.
Where we are.
With All that is.
We are not taught how to hold our sadness.
We are not taught how to navigate our fear without turning it into daggers tipped with poison, ready to shoot in a ridiculous attempt to soothe our skin.
We are not shown how to surrender.
Or apologize.
Or soften.
We are not shown how to live.
We can barely bear witness to the pain within our own being without attempting to reign, fix, control or ignore it.
We struggle to be with another.
Or with the collective.
Especially at the level of pain that is present in the world.
We so easily turn away rather than turn towards.
We create stories and theories and nonsense that keep us far from ourSelf.
Stories that perpetuate the pain.
Rather than actually having to feel it.
Heal it.
And deal with it.
We engage in pointless self-flagellation.
All pain.
No gain.
We brag about being our own worst enemies.
We pour ourSelf into a search for bigness.
For purpose.
For worth.
But we must actually learn to find ourSelf as we are.
Where we are.
With All that is.
My commitment is this:
That my work in the world gives us an actual experience.
Of how we can be in a new way.
A way that is of embrace.
A way that is of healing.
A way that offers a reckoning without wrecking ourSelf in the process.
A way of becoming who we are and have always been.
I believe that experience brings embodiment.
Embodiment brings change.
That is true for this space.
That is true for all of my spaces.
All of my ways.
That is true within my own being.
In my own healing.
In my own becoming.
Of how we can be in a new way.
A way that is of embrace.
A way that is of healing.
A way that offers a reckoning without wrecking ourSelf in the process.
A way of becoming who we are and have always been.
I believe that experience brings embodiment.
Embodiment brings change.
That is true for this space.
That is true for all of my spaces.
All of my ways.
That is true within my own being.
In my own healing.
In my own becoming.
“Sessions with Jo Anna Rothman are like wormholes in the Universe --
the fastest way I know to travel great distances with the greatest ease.
My sessions with her have created cosmic shifts in my consciousness
AND they work we’ve done has shown up in significant ways in my physical world.
I am forever grateful.”
–Michelle Abend Bauman, coach
Each week I weave a world of words.
Invitations.
Invocations.
Pieces of the Mystery offering themselves to you.
Invitations.
Invocations.
Pieces of the Mystery offering themselves to you.
