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WHAT IS A HOME?

Mimi Young

Whatishome

What is a HOME?

Well, I would say it’s not about the walls, the square footage, the furniture, the styling, the neighbourhood, the property value.

A home is about the warmth that is found there. Home is acceptance. And nourishment. And affection. And a place of allowing. Home is where you can create beautiful memories in solitude and with others. A place where you can let yourself completely fall apart because there are loving arms to catch you. Home is also where a celebration is held for you because you’re you. A home is a place where you can manifest the expansion of your heart by making space for others. HOME is heart.

What is a RIDE?

Well, I would say it’s not about the shine, the engine, the make, the look, the year, how it inflates delusions of grandeur. It’s not a vehicle (pun intended) for us to constantly demand our right of way.

It’s more of a portal that takes you from one place to another — some practical, some dreamy. Via this portal, you can be taken back to a melody from long ago and sing along, a portal where you can offer to run a much-needed errand for someone, or for a group of souls to get somewhere together. It’s also a reminder of what process is — the time spent in a ride is very rarely spent AT the destination, rather, it’s spent EN ROUTE to the destination. It’s a call to living mindfully and with appreciation. RIDES are portals.

What is a BAG?

No, it’s not a status or style symbol, or merely a utilitarian vessel to carry belongings where you go. (Even when we support conscious businesses, we can fall into the trap into believing that consciousness and spirituality have a certain aesthetic, or we use this false metric to assess others).

It’s an extension of what you consider important and how you carry these in your energy field. But how long have we carried bags that hold things we no longer need or find of value? Those wrappers, faded receipts, pens that don’t work, random business cards you have no intention of calling? Why do we carry and carry and carry and carry and carry what no longer serves us? BAGS are auras.

What are SHOES?

They are not defined by fashion trends or retailer of choice.

Rather, what did you do and what parts unknown did you venture in them? Did you practise the Golden Rule as you wore these shoes? How has putting yourself in others’ shoes brought reconciliation and unity? When was the last time you walked the extra mile? SHOES are choices.

Our Home, our Ride, our Bag, our Shoes can be unexamined expressions of the illusions this life seduces us with. Or they can be invitations to liberation, meaning, and magic. They can be a set of tools we powerfully wield with intention, with kindness, and with love. How are you using your heart, your portals, your aura, your choices?

Yours,

Mimi Young
founder, shamanic medicine teacher + ritualist


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2018 to 2019: Ring Out The Old, Ring In The New

Mimi Young

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Empty glasses are scattered around, evidence of the mirth in our home these past few days. Messes were made; every pan, wooden spoon, and bowl in the kitchen was used. Today, with strong tea, was a cozy day in, the kids out to play since Vancouver is having a mild winter so far, and the adults at home (my partner and I), are transforming leftovers into soup, lazily reading new books, and leisurely packing for some days away in the woods, with the laundry machine's hum as a playlist of sorts.

Being the ritualist that I am, I am also considering how to bring in 2019. Which elements to weave in? Which spirit allies to name and invite? How to write my intentions, held carefully on sacred paper? This can't fully happen until I tune in and contemplate about 2018. 

2018, for me, was marked by a bursting heart and outrageous manifesting. A year full of surprises - terrifying, joyous, fulfilling. It was the year where I said goodbye to my day job, and leapt into the unknown. The year, if I were to define it as the Earth Dog year (not to truly end until the beginning of February to welcome in the year of Earth Pig, or Earth Boar, as some call it), was also defined by an increase of self-attunement, to self-dote and offer tenderness, clarity and breakthroughs, and even some luck. I felt held and seen, and I also had the immense privilege to hold and see others. As a recovering perfectionist, I learned to let go, let be, and let flow. Life is so much better without the strive towards perfection; rather, it’s an openness towards wholeness. Through embracing the whole human of myself, I released impoverished mindsets. In 2018, I danced til dawn to the Full Moon on a number of occasions, made time for what really mattered and continues to matter. And of course, the 'what' that matters are actually 'who's. I softened, and in the areas that were hardened, I discovered that the hardness was pain that turned to gold. 2018 was a remarkable realization of just how much I had outgrown 2017.

And while all the aforementioned centred around me (I can only speak from my perspective, after all), 2018's glory must be credited to people. Right people, right heart-place, right time. People who defy the coldness and the vacancy of unexamined, narcissistic, half-asleep lives. People who understand the value of a 5 minute long hug, who listen rather than who are impatiently waiting to speak, people who lovingly challenge because they believe and refuse to let fear make the final call, people who spread hurt-so-good laughter, people who invited and included, people who smile with every living cell, people who live what they say. Some were family or friends, many were clients, others strangers.

Ceremonie turned 3 a few days ago, on Boxing Day. As she enters into this year of being three, I am reminded of the Empress archetype in Tarot. Her corresponding number within the Major Arcana is three. Combining the fertile, nurturing Empress' energy with the warm, prosperous Earth Pig, I'd like to share my intentions for 2019. I am sharing because my life and my one-woman-company isn't just about me. Ceremonie is about CONNECTIONS - people, spirits, and the mystery of ALL THAT IS. This is why I am here. 

Here goes…

May the year 2019 be salt-of-the-earth good. 

May we be real, and experience authenticity's freedom. 

May luck be waiting for us, and follow us, too.

May the year come with a few happy surprises.

May we learn to be children again.

May we mother and father ourselves in the ways our hearts ache for.

May we honour the Divine Feminine in ALL and also nourish the Divine Masculine in ALL. He is needing Her love. We are needing Their love.

May we ride the beautiful, wild waves of flow.

May we be free to make mistakes - not ones of devastation, but worthwhile mistakes, so we learn and grow.

May we have all that we need, and have some extra to share. Even though abundance mindset says we can have our cake and eat it, too, it's far more meaningful to have our cake, and to share it. A bite of sweetness is more pleasurable than a plateful, when shared with people who ARE the sweetness of life.

May we not get sucked up into social media seduction. Conscious living cannot be defined by popularity, by pretty packages and pretty feeds, by the poetic words, by things and more things, or trips and more trips. May we commit to see and resist illusions. Illusions fuck with our heads and mute our hearts.

May we have the strength to say NO and YES, and the wisdom to know when to say what.

May we know our personal worth — unchangeable and eternal.

May we check ourselves; because there is a BIG difference between deserving and entitlement.

May we meet challenges with courage. And when we don’t understand, lean in with curiosity.

May we not make any more excuses. Let's be radically accountable.

May we attend to our gut's biodiversity AND our communities' diversity. Our health depends on both.

May the loving spirits guides and our ancestors hold us and lead the way. May we honour them and make them proud.

May we make new friends and extend our family.

If you follow this feed, and we haven't yet met in person, I hope we do that in 2019. Better yet - not hope - I look forward to meeting/serving you in 2019. I can’t wait to expand the Universe together.


Ready for 2019.

Yours,

Mimi Young
founder, shamanic medicine teacher + ritualist


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ON SOULMATES...

Mimi Young

soulmates

There is so much fuss on finding a life partner. (In America, there's even a multi-billion dollar industry that is misnamed as a "rite of passage" - aka weddings). Though we have come a long way in understanding and exploring the topic of relationships and relationship formats, I have found that in all circles - monogamous and otherwise - that there is this underlying expectation that someone can or is supposed to make us happier. Yes, we know what psychology and spirituality say: that happiness is found within and that we must never expect anybody (or anybodies) to fulfill the impossible feat of treating us like divinity all the time, nonetheless, we crave unconditional love. THOUGH WE DON'T DARE TO SAY IT, and rather, we find ways to distract us from the stark need through workshops, books, counseling, vacations, overtime hours, materialism, mantra work, and metaphysical healing modalities. As if it's unacceptable to admit that we have an insatiable appetite.

And it is in this burning cold, that I have come to explore this idea, which may be old for many, but it is certainly new for me. Beyond the idea of self love, could it be possible that we are our own highest and most intimate life partner? This is beyond the first and second generations of feminism and eastern faiths - I'm not saying that singleness is the way to enlightment. I'm proposing that despite the sort of defined or undefined relationship(s), what would it look like if we depart from the paradigm of soul mates and life partners as an entity external from ourselves, and take on a different convention - that we are our very own primary soul mate. Naked and alone we enter this world and naked and alone we will depart from it. How would we speak to ourselves, feed ourselves, dress ourselves, teach ourselves, and allow ourselves if we are our own life partner? Would we remind ourselves how special we are? How sexy? How intelligent? How utterly and perfectly imperfect? What would happen to that needy voice within? And the greedy one? How would we respond to light AND shadow? Would we spend the time to really get to know ourselves and woo her? Would we need to protect ourselves if we know that no one can truly harm us? Would our internal, eternal child smile from a sense of tender delight and peaceful security? What would the implications be en masse?

"Until I see another’s behavior with compassion, I have not understood it. This includes myself." -- David Richo

Love and light,
Mimi xo

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