• Just me popping into say that Black Lives Still Matter regardless of how social media has gone virtually silent about it. That our duty as daughters and sons and people of colonizers is not to sit in our shame and guilt about it, but to step up wholly and be loud voices of change, to uplift BIPOC voices and to continually uproot and dismantle the racism we have been taught and born into. Are we still engaging in tough and tender conversations with ourselves and each other? Are we still supporting, donating, amplifying BIPOC voices through our streams and platforms? Are we making change in our places of business and how WE conduct our business? Are we listening? Are we still listening? The work is deep and it’s so easy to shut off and shut down. But I believe that this work brings us all much closer together, when we engage and undo and uproot and power through the sticky bits. What’s the stickiest for you right now? And with softness and curiosity, how are you beginning to massage it out?
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    Just me popping into say that Black Lives Still Matter regardless of how social media has gone virtually silent about it. That our duty as daughters and sons and people of colonizers is not to sit in our shame and guilt about it, but to step up wholly and be loud voices of change, to uplift BIPOC voices and to continually uproot and dismantle the racism we have been taught and born into. Are we still engaging in tough and tender conversations with ourselves and each other? Are we still supporting, donating, amplifying BIPOC voices through our streams and platforms? Are we making change in our places of business and how WE conduct our business? Are we listening? Are we still listening? The work is deep and it’s so easy to shut off and shut down. But I believe that this work brings us all much closer together, when we engage and undo and uproot and power through the sticky bits. What’s the stickiest for you right now? And with softness and curiosity, how are you beginning to massage it out?
  • What I’d love to offer you is a slow ritual of Samhain / Samhuiin ceremony, A gentle reclamation of story And sound. A tiny bit of time before you go outside and bathe yourself in Full Blue Moon moonlight (this astrological, magical event is a once in a lifetime experience - Samhain with a Full Blue Moon oh wow). January 1st as a New Year astrologically makes no sense and turning away from the celebrations we are “supposed” to have is something I am excited about more and more each year. Samhain is the Celtic (sometimes Witches) New Year and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to dig in real deep and uproot a sliver of the terrible patriarchy we have landed in. Let’s dig out, slowly, together? Email me if you’d like to join this variation of Ephemera. I’d love for you to come regardless of funds or any of that, if you’d like to join. 🕷🍂🔥🍄🌹
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    What I’d love to offer you is a slow ritual of Samhain / Samhuiin ceremony, A gentle reclamation of story And sound. A tiny bit of time before you go outside and bathe yourself in Full Blue Moon moonlight (this astrological, magical event is a once in a lifetime experience - Samhain with a Full Blue Moon oh wow). January 1st as a New Year astrologically makes no sense and turning away from the celebrations we are “supposed” to have is something I am excited about more and more each year. Samhain is the Celtic (sometimes Witches) New Year and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to dig in real deep and uproot a sliver of the terrible patriarchy we have landed in. Let’s dig out, slowly, together? Email me if you’d like to join this variation of Ephemera. I’d love for you to come regardless of funds or any of that, if you’d like to join. 🕷🍂🔥🍄🌹
  • autumn in BC has me weak in the knees. being next to a stream in the middle of the woods on a cloudy day with two sassy ravens playing overhead is a solid reminder that the original sound meditation, the original song, the first hymn, the holiest incantation has always been and always will be nature’s wild chorus and inexplicably beautiful harmony. foto by bb @alightinthewoods
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    autumn in BC has me weak in the knees. being next to a stream in the middle of the woods on a cloudy day with two sassy ravens playing overhead is a solid reminder that the original sound meditation, the original song, the first hymn, the holiest incantation has always been and always will be nature’s wild chorus and inexplicably beautiful harmony. foto by bb @alightinthewoods
  • 🕷🍄🍂 lil rain - big dreams - earth flowers in magickal beings who fold in and hold faeries and other unseen (but maybe seen?) things.
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    🕷🍄🍂 lil rain - big dreams - earth flowers in magickal beings who fold in and hold faeries and other unseen (but maybe seen?) things.
  • what we all have been doing for century, millennia. for heat and story, for nourishment and illumination. we meet here in all past life, in all lands, in all culture and creed. through calamity and the unknown, restless feet and steady homesteads. the fire could be the original oracle with her spirit smoke and soft dances, midnight trances and holy states of heat. the original keeper of the cauldron, spinning sun here on earth. smoke sweeping skyward, the original prayer vehicle. swollen moments between spirit and soul, spectacular spectres and burning away that common, heavy, heaving sadness. to dance by fireside, to love by candlelight, to light the torch in the toughest times is to remember the things worth remembering, sometimes. an illumination station, a potent meditation, a pathway to elation, towards memory of what is light and crackling and powerful here 👇🏼 🔥❤️🔥
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    what we all have been doing for century, millennia. for heat and story, for nourishment and illumination. we meet here in all past life, in all lands, in all culture and creed. through calamity and the unknown, restless feet and steady homesteads. the fire could be the original oracle with her spirit smoke and soft dances, midnight trances and holy states of heat. the original keeper of the cauldron, spinning sun here on earth. smoke sweeping skyward, the original prayer vehicle. swollen moments between spirit and soul, spectacular spectres and burning away that common, heavy, heaving sadness. to dance by fireside, to love by candlelight, to light the torch in the toughest times is to remember the things worth remembering, sometimes. an illumination station, a potent meditation, a pathway to elation, towards memory of what is light and crackling and powerful here 👇🏼 🔥❤️🔥
  • Sound mediation and experiences are my most favourite modes of renewal and imaginative nourishment and presence and spell casting. Every single culture and ancient beings we descend has ritual rooted in music and ceremony from sounds of place; it is wholly in our DNA to work with and mimic and use sound as a powerfully potent tool. Sound Foundations is a two hour workshop that will give you bits and bites of how and why we work with sound as a mending, meditative offering. There is no experience necessary. If you are curious, called or simply interested in the fundamentals of sound work, this would be a beautiful offering for you. My work with sound, teaching and mentorship is rooted in both scientific and mystical information which moves away from unhelpful New Age jargon that is rooted in white washing of spirituality and nonsense verbiage continues to look past intersections and marginalized experiences. We discuss cultural appropriation, myths about sound, and how to work with sound on a shoestring budget. We talk about history and instrumentation from all over the world. We map out simple and effective ways to offer and receive sound as mending tool through voice and instrumentation and deep listening practices. We move with joy into science and brainwave functions and what sound can offer to your community. And much more. Join me. I’d love to have you. And please share for folx who may want to come along. I love you. Thank you. Sunday, November 8th 4-6pm EST / 1-3pm PST Sliding scale - $30-50 BIPOC - Pay What You Wish meganmgates@gmail.com to register.
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    Sound mediation and experiences are my most favourite modes of renewal and imaginative nourishment and presence and spell casting. Every single culture and ancient beings we descend has ritual rooted in music and ceremony from sounds of place; it is wholly in our DNA to work with and mimic and use sound as a powerfully potent tool. Sound Foundations is a two hour workshop that will give you bits and bites of how and why we work with sound as a mending, meditative offering. There is no experience necessary. If you are curious, called or simply interested in the fundamentals of sound work, this would be a beautiful offering for you. My work with sound, teaching and mentorship is rooted in both scientific and mystical information which moves away from unhelpful New Age jargon that is rooted in white washing of spirituality and nonsense verbiage continues to look past intersections and marginalized experiences. We discuss cultural appropriation, myths about sound, and how to work with sound on a shoestring budget. We talk about history and instrumentation from all over the world. We map out simple and effective ways to offer and receive sound as mending tool through voice and instrumentation and deep listening practices. We move with joy into science and brainwave functions and what sound can offer to your community. And much more. Join me. I’d love to have you. And please share for folx who may want to come along. I love you. Thank you. Sunday, November 8th 4-6pm EST / 1-3pm PST Sliding scale - $30-50 BIPOC - Pay What You Wish meganmgates@gmail.com to register.
  • Earth blessings on Indigenous Peoples Day. May we look harder at history and not just simply continue to celebrate that which is not inherently ancestral, or a true choice, or wrapped in religion / genocide / mistaken heroism. May we look closer and choose to move in ways that support the undoing of white supremacy live and well in our ceremonies and celebrations, and think critically on what continuing those holidays (no matter how well meaning) is actually demonstrating and energizing on earth. To the WSÁNEĆ (Saanich), Lkwungen (Songhees), Wyomilth (Esquimalt) peoples of the Coast Salish Nation who’s lands I currently settle. Thank you for caretaking for this land and all sentience who reside here. May we listen and learn and uplift the art and voices and science and rights of all Indigenous peoples. This land is YOUR land. 🐚
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    Earth blessings on Indigenous Peoples Day. May we look harder at history and not just simply continue to celebrate that which is not inherently ancestral, or a true choice, or wrapped in religion / genocide / mistaken heroism. May we look closer and choose to move in ways that support the undoing of white supremacy live and well in our ceremonies and celebrations, and think critically on what continuing those holidays (no matter how well meaning) is actually demonstrating and energizing on earth. To the WSÁNEĆ (Saanich), Lkwungen (Songhees), Wyomilth (Esquimalt) peoples of the Coast Salish Nation who’s lands I currently settle. Thank you for caretaking for this land and all sentience who reside here. May we listen and learn and uplift the art and voices and science and rights of all Indigenous peoples. This land is YOUR land. 🐚
  • tender and tiny travels in a time of turmoil and tumult. as straight up and cynical and critical as i have felt about the world and this humxn experience lately, the last 3 days have been a breathing reminder of divinity in form of forest and friendship, a lesson in exquisite river roadmaps that lead to loud heart beat. being here on earth, in body is a privilege in all ways. there is magick inside this moment, even if it feels like end of days. there are tides that are turning, folx who are remembering and unwinding and unlearning into a new way of being. there is no going back to “normal” and thank fuck for that. a breath to welcome in this change, to honour this earth that holds us with such grace in the face of wreckage and destruction. a breath for who are fighting the fight, macro and micro, teenie and tremendous, who are truth bearing and asking all of us to step up. a breath into the grounds we walk on (Tla'amin / Sliammon territory) a breath for rest and creativity and space to process the unprocessable. to culture and calamity and creation and reclamation and tenderness to support the anger. thank you. (tapadh leat) foto by my love @alightinthewoods 🌹
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    tender and tiny travels in a time of turmoil and tumult. as straight up and cynical and critical as i have felt about the world and this humxn experience lately, the last 3 days have been a breathing reminder of divinity in form of forest and friendship, a lesson in exquisite river roadmaps that lead to loud heart beat. being here on earth, in body is a privilege in all ways. there is magick inside this moment, even if it feels like end of days. there are tides that are turning, folx who are remembering and unwinding and unlearning into a new way of being. there is no going back to “normal” and thank fuck for that. a breath to welcome in this change, to honour this earth that holds us with such grace in the face of wreckage and destruction. a breath for who are fighting the fight, macro and micro, teenie and tremendous, who are truth bearing and asking all of us to step up. a breath into the grounds we walk on (Tla'amin / Sliammon territory) a breath for rest and creativity and space to process the unprocessable. to culture and calamity and creation and reclamation and tenderness to support the anger. thank you. (tapadh leat) foto by my love @alightinthewoods 🌹
  • a moment for space and breath and wide open lungs and remembrance. even when we know too much have seen too much ache far too much feel emptiness beyond emptiness even when our laughter is failing us and we haven’t found the answers to the most pressing questions there is still magick in this world. the earth offers her perfect paintings and bird symphonies and the smell of earth after the rain still tickles the tiny places in our nose. we still can sing. we still can dance. we have our spells and flowers and maybe maybe maybe there resides big deep sweeping spot where trust still lives in us all.
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    a moment for space and breath and wide open lungs and remembrance. even when we know too much have seen too much ache far too much feel emptiness beyond emptiness even when our laughter is failing us and we haven’t found the answers to the most pressing questions there is still magick in this world. the earth offers her perfect paintings and bird symphonies and the smell of earth after the rain still tickles the tiny places in our nose. we still can sing. we still can dance. we have our spells and flowers and maybe maybe maybe there resides big deep sweeping spot where trust still lives in us all.