Life spins, it whirls, it wanders, constantly changing and transforming.  How do we deal with the intensity of emotional storms? How can we better surf the oncoming waves of change rather than be pummeled by them?  What inspirations might show us an alternative to freaking out and running amuck? When chaos reigns I turn to my trusty healer's toolbox to assist me along the way.  Although I found relief in meditation and Reiki self-healing over the course of the last week, it was tools from my work with the divine feminine that helped the most: the power of myth and story.

Myths are epic stories that hold keys in the form of archetypes to aid us in understanding the bigger,more powerful events of our own lives. ~Fire of the Goddess

These past weeks, it is the story of Gyhldeptis, a goddess that I found in The Goddess Oracle Cards not only inspired me as a story, it moved me to take action.  Gyhldeptis is a Native American goddess of the Haida and Tlingit tribes of Alaska and Canada.  Her name means "Lady Hanging Hair" representing the long moss hanging from the cedar trees along the coasts.  As a protector spirit of the forest and its inhabitants, she is associated with the creatures, trees and the beautiful moss that hangs like hair reminding us of gentleness and soft calm even in times of trouble. In one of the myths of Gyhldeptis, a wild whirlpool named Kaegyihl Depgeesk, "upside down place," is wreaking havoc along the coastlines, devouring ships (relationships?) and the land.  Gyhldeptis sees this energy and knows it is extremely out of balance, yet she cannot fix it alone.  She decides to ask for help from the  elemental spirits of fire, wind and ice.  She invites them to a great feast where they make merry and together they see that although the power and force of the whirlpool is mighty, it is out of control.  The elements and Gyhldeptis  are able to reshape the coast by transforming the destructive whirlpool into a calm flowing river. colorado2 The last few weeks of my life have no doubt brought some of the very  intense challenges with my relations.  Just when I thought things were settling, it was as if a violent storm of rage, doubt, fear and uncertainty whirled into my life out of nowhere careening off course and crashing into my seemingly well prepared plans.  It was as if I was riding along a clean bright horse who suddenly skidded to a stop, turned a 180 and began to run headlong into the opposite direction: straight into one of the muddiest, treacherous swamps possible.  The swamps of emotionality...whew.  Good thing guides along the way show up, even in the midst of those swamps.  

Morla from The Neverending Story

For some reason I'm reminded of Morla the Aged One, from The Neverending Story, who dwells in the Swamps of Sadness.  Only after the protagonist Atreyu cultivates a LOT of patience with Morla's bitter ancient ways, she finally tells him where he can find what he is looking for at the Southern Oracle.  Similarly, even at the worst of times, in the stickiest of dark times, someone may just show up and nudge us in the right direction.  That or we can always distract ourselves for a couple hours with epic fantasy from the 80s :) During my own transformation of turning the storm into a river, I was thankful that, like the elements who showed up for Gyhldpetis, a great many friends and family stepped up to assist in this incredible process of supporting the changes happening in my family situation.  And just like Gyhldpetis, I offered them a feast.  We cooked together, set our clear intentions together and spent a week going deep into the shadows and dissolving many fears with the brilliant light of love. Focusing on what is positive in the midst of turmoil, becoming transparent and accepting what is enables us to transform the storms of our life to a more peaceful flowing river.