Walking in sacred spaces has a definite feel to it, right? Cathedrals or some churches feel like sacred space to me. Choya here in New Mexico feels sacred in a profoundly puzzling way . Now I have been near what some here call a portal. Turns out I did not even make it through the entire rocky vulva of earth mother. Maybe this is not the only one ?
I cannot climb to the top of her second small canyon,but I feel the mother calling strongly to me from up there. Oh to fly like a raven,why are we cursed to the surface? To fly again freely like the life of a winged dragon; I remember it vaguely. Wings catching the wind to look down on the mesa from above. To gaze on the Yoni canyon and the lights playing in her beautiful depths. I will carry my needs, when I can finally go outside and be free again, a tent, water, food; all the way up that arroyo. Others have felt it too not just Indygo and I. We felt the vibration get higher, felt those rocks vibrate. To see the yoni tree, the most amazing sight we saw there. A Perfect female anatomy tree trunk so fantastic, her legs in the air. This lady of the yoni tree is sharing her femaleness with us. Nearby, ancient people carved a large snake head in a boulder,their symbol for fertility. This land was fought over by the Native Americans before whites came. There is magic that comes from the land here from all the surroundings. Picking up heart shaped rocks and crystals on the way are her gifts. They fall on the ground before us like a trail of symbols. Rocks are cracked in half yet standing together. Suddenly the snake head appears all around, a big rock fallen on the ground in similar fashion to large boulders not shaped like snakes’ heads. But once the snake shapes begin, there are soooo many snake heads,the size of melons or bigger. As we proceed there is an island with a big ancient narly elder tree right in the middle. Huge boulders at the base jut out in the center, like a clits right to stand up and be worshiped. Clit tree may become a painting but I need more time to sketch. We hiked that far by sheer will. We were not prepared for the journey yet we worked together and had an adventure we will never forget. It was worth a pulled muscle and a sunburn.
We stack the sacred rocks in piles, their beauty showing for eyes to follow better. Texture and shape contrast and complement each other. The sandy bottom arroyo is a fantastic walkway. At times the sand is deep and smooth. I took time to sit on a massive boulder and wiggle my toes in it. Very healing. The water has created pools there. They are sandy bottoms with crevices underneath the rocky perimeters 4 or 5 foot deep. It is then when the land takes back its power, becoming a raging river canyon. There is little humans can do but to wait it out. They are powerless. Now the dry canyon walls show years of a once raging river flowing over them, exposing the bedrock and creating pebbles in a myriad of color and texture.
Our hearts were full and our pockets as well as we stumbled back to Outland around noon that day. Our pockets were full of crystals and sticks. We arrived home hungry and dazed but incredulous of our adventure. This magical place once again shows us how little we know about this place of women for women. Outland is having a new tribe gathering. We are able to live in remote surroundings, away from men’s rules and ways. As each guest comes we recognize each other. We take care of animals, love the earth and birds. We are outsiders in our other lives but here we fit perfectly, as we watch hummingbirds and feed Ravens and Towhees .
I hope that the message finds our tribe members. Come to outland. Visit and experience a retreat. Recharge your happy self; heal with the wind and sky. Sacred women’s land with free access for our tribe .