Packing for Crazy Town

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#8_Not Your Mother’s Synchronicity

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For the Mayans, Native Americans, and Aborigines, synchronicity was a food group. They were beyond mindful of the moments. They understood that the combination of an internal readiness to act, or to be moved to a richer place - and an external sign ( what Jung dubbed Synchronicity,) and the resulting breakthrough in consciousness and explosion of deep meaning infused their lives with direction and made their days more meaningful, richer, and freer.  The Holy Web has got our back.  Even as the national smoke and mirrors show swings into cartoon head shaking form, In this IV drip of Ancient Wisdom with Shonagh Home, Shamanic Therapist, Author, and poet, we explore packing our go bag for crazy town with ancient, ancestral and flat-out practical mindsets, rituals, and regimens to offset the national crazy.  July is in the rear view mirror.  Whether you went for it, or it went for you -  today we reset for August and remember how to unhook from broken things, from the narrative meth lab in the sky - and how tune into the time of Late Summer like our Grandparent's and their parents did.  Practice looking up from the screens and into the faces of our children and friends, and elders.  Let's  fill ourselves up to the brim with as much good food, good friends, laughter, and the beauty of late summer as possible in preparation for a Fall to remember.

Welcome to the backstage pass that is the clown car pileup of America. 

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meets with an external sign that confirms your direction, and causes an explosion of deep meaning in the psyche.  

#5_Middle School Samadhi and Putting your Spirit Animals to Work_Part 2 of my conversation with Andy Forrest

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PLEASE DON'T LISTEN TO the beginning of this episode OUT LOUD with Kids around because I say "fuck you" 1:45 into the podcast  and I uploaded this a couple of days ago, but didn't listen until now.  In the moment, it felt appropriately to scale, and i thought kind of funny, but I think I underestimated how much - for someone who is clearly getting some enjoyment out of the turn of events - it annoys me to be taken for a fool by the "Narrative Meth Lab" in the sky. I could re-edit and re-upload but fuck that ha ha, so, I was going to upload a short addendum to this episode exploring the nature of that moment,  but, do you ever feel like you've just fallen out of the boat on a class 3 rapids, and the best you can hope for is to grab a stick or a tree branch?  Ya, so - that tree branch is now in the rear view mirror, so, while I find it jarring coming out of my mouth, (and nobody needs jarring, especially tender ears) everything after 1:45 is pleasant as apple pie, so let's leave it at that, and have a relaxing and happy as possible 4th of July.  

Back to our regularly scheduled podcasting of part 2 of my "conversation (it's really more like two long-time friends and collaberators poking each other with sticks in between declarations of mutual admiration and mockery)" with "MORE ALIEN THAN DUDE OR BRO ANDY ROO FORREST"  And BTW, after considering why I was so mad in that moment, I'm doubling down on the "Fuck you" at 1:45 and adding a "you fucking fuckwads." 

________ Breathing in 2, 3, 4.  Hold 2, 3, 4.  Exhale 2,3....

Andy's highest self takes our call,  and we get into that time in 7th Grade where he had a drug-induced speed date with God to mixed results until a chance meeting with one of my sorority (wait, I can explain!) sisters in a pool in Phoenix.   I find his Spirit Animals (hint - one of them is extinct,) and we spin them into a Saturday morning cartoon.  I dish on his whiteboard content,  We ruminate on Jesus as a Toddler, Tin Tin, Life Coaches, disconnecting, and how I/Sarah can't get out of bed in the morning without KNOWING that there is a squad of unseen beings, pom poms in hand, ready to go go go, Andy discovers he prays after all, I share the the proper salutations to conclude a passive aggressive email to Catholic School Teachers, how to BE LOVE, no nonsense prayer, and good parenting advice on how to raise children who can cry if they need to. 

Go to www.packingforcrazytown.com for full show notes.