Your Life is the Ceremony….

A soul-led invitation to walk through your rite of passage—with you at the center.

Something about the process of grief has been cracking me open.

One thing that has constantly anchored me throughout my healing journey—and truly long before that too—has been Ceremony. Ritual.

Different expressions for Celebration. Sacred Routine.

Yes, ceremonies of all sorts have been a part of my journey. But I’m not referring to those.

In my present process I am returning to these anchors.

I mean the one where I lay in bed, traveling back from the dream space, and it slowly dawns on me that I am alive. The celebration.

I mean my morning practice. The preparing of my drink. Ritual.

The intentionality of spending time with myself. Arriving to a new day with presence. Collecting the pieces of myself. Tending to the ones who want more from me. Ceremony.

I mean my morning walk to the horses. The exact order I greet them. The way we rest our foreheads together and travel. Ritual.

I mean the preparing of my food. The grind and the gratitude.

Ceremony. Ceremony. Ceremony.

Ritual. Celebration. Presence. Aliveness. Being-ness.

This Lunar cycle has been a ceremony—every day, almost every moment.

Under the moon, I gathered my holy sisters to create space and ceremony for the land I had recently moved to.

I was called to create ceremony. I didn’t know exactly what would emerge. I didn’t know exactly what was needed in all its nuance. But as my sisters and I drummed, moved, rattled, sang, and called in our love and gratitude, it all unfolded—perfectly, beyond the mind’s nonsensical meaning-making.

The creation was a manifestation of the ceremony. And the peace that followed—pouring over the home I now live in and the land the horses graze from, like a sun expelling its gentle, warm rays. And the living, breathing earth altar that now rests in the garden, as a reminder and a portal—for the gratitude I bring, the humility, the respect, and the joy I carry in my heart.

Gratitude for it all being the bridge for me to do my work. For the horses to do theirs. For healing to happen. And for pure love to exist.

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Ceremony.

Ah, ceremony.

The Gathering of sisters. The circle of women.

Coming into the circle not really knowing what they want or need or expect—but there nonetheless. Open, vulnerable, curious, reserved, unsure.

The ceremony was a celebration of sisterhood. A celebration of the medicine of cacao. A celebration of vulnerability. A celebration of a new thread of healing. A ceremony of love.

And that was The Gathering. A new heartbeat has been created. A new space for you to drop into whenever the call for connection becomes louder than the temptation of isolation.

With the moon, we will continue to Gather.

The Gathering

The ceremony of a night communing with dear friends and traveling to the breadths and depths of ancient wisdom, knowing, and truth. The traveling to places that struck chords of resonance in my heart—chords it will not soon forget. The ceremony of celebrating them as they expand their gifts. The celebration of me receiving their gifts. And the celebration of me sharing mine. The ceremony of life and relationship.

The ceremony of setting up for my clients in Family Constellation work. The ritual of lighting the incense, cleansing the space, setting the field. The ceremony of bringing them into the field. The ceremony of them setting up their constellations. And the rituals of the soul movement and healing that take place in the constellation. The closing ceremony of the final image—of flowing love in the family system.

The ceremony of my life.

The ceremony of my work with the horses. Where every beautiful being that enters the space is being celebrated—is being taken in fully by the horses, land, trees, birds, and myself. And we hold ceremony for your heart. We move with the calling. It feels sacred. It’s not for nothing that it’s called Horse Medicine.

The ritual, the sacred routine of picking up a bouquet of roses for my alter every new and full moon and dropping into the medicine of budding, blooming, decaying. Becoming.

This is your invitation to bring ceremony into your life.

The invitation to CELEBRATE your life.

Join me in this initiation. Walk through your rite of passage and emerge with YOU at the center of your life. Because it is YOUR ceremony.

With deep love, reverence, and gratitude,

Lily

Psst.. There are so many ways to experience this magic with me and my unicorns. Explore my offerings on my website, or book a clarity call here.

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