The Coeur Way to ReComposing an Old HerStory, by Sunday Larson, a Woman of the Alchemical Age
Entries from the unedited text of my personal Coeur Way Journey, a biomythography in process.
Line 1: To survive, I died. Divorce arrived by lightning while metal melded, while wires sizzled. As a copper pot merged into the molten stovetop, I stirred the perfect broth into an undulating vortex of potential, uncoiling the reserve of pluck resting dormant within me.
Line 27: I was out of my element. I was alone. And I was afraid. But from an encounter with a feisty, red lawnmower emerged my forgotten plucky self.
Line 108: In times of transition, Spider Woman comes spinning a brand new story. And so will I.
Line 313: The evening star appeared. The Aphrodite Tree quivered, as under her spell I entered the realm of the fabulous, a state of being where what had been considered legendary, mythic, and fabled, was in fact now actuality. Yes, just like my great-grandmother promised, I’d finally found the golden apple grown especially for me.
As we’ve aged, we’ve sage-ed. The many roles of our lives have made us complex women: one woman in many, many women in one.
We’re women of experience; women with stories to tell. Our stories matter. We’ve flourished, our stories will nourish. The circumstances of our lives have served us, and now we will serve.
In the coeur of an apple, seeds of new creations yearn for fruition. And in your deepest core, seeds of new creations are longing for the light. But first comes the gleaning and digging, the stirring and refining; a journey into deep sacred space where renewal begins and new growth is initiated.
Your story is a container of meaning; a sacred crucible with shape, essence, and depth. It is in the deep sacred space of rest and retreat that you alchemize the voice of your seasoned creativity. After all, the voice of your then is not the voice of your now.
Story Alchemist/Life Mentor Sunday Larson invites you to join her for a Sedona Coeur Way ReStoryative Interlude, a time out of time in the deep sacred space of renewal, an unparalleled experience of re-valuing and re-intending.
“The things that women reclaim are often their own voice, their own values, their imagination, their clairvoyance, their stories, their ancient memories. If we go for the deeper, and the darker, and the less known, we will touch the bones.” Clarissa Pinkola Estés