Category: Body and Soul

Workshop on Life Purpose

If you want support for your next steps this workshop offers that and more!

March 25th, 1pm–4:30 pm pacific
Online Workshop with Cynthia Winton-Henry

I love the magic that happens when we tune in to the poetry of purpose!  It’s alive in us all the time. The power to speak and align to our purpose can more deeply clarify and support self understanding and planning.  

Purpose is one of our key initiations because it isn’t the easiest thing. It’s our deepest longing.

In the booklet I’ll send from the Art of Ensoulment Self-Care Playbook, you’ll see the process that I uncovered in clarifying my own purpose. So many surprises.

This workshop offers the great advantage of being led and having witnesses who affirm your path.

Get the full pdf with exercises
$79/$55 low income and Ensoulment participants

Register Here

Divining Life Purpose

Online
March 25th
1pm to 4:30 pm pacific

includes the full pdf with exercises
$79/$55 low income and Ensoulment participants
Register Here
 

 

Good news! You don’t need a mission statement to live from purpose.
The purpose of humanity is to create, play and rest.

However, to more deeply divine purpose gives you a certain ease and can accelerate your journey in magical, daily ways. It’s not about explaining anything. It’s like truing to your inner resonance for guidance.

In this workshop you will differentiate between gifts, calls and purpose and open the gate of poetic life to explore the Who, Where, and How of Purpose.

Register Now to receive the pdf in your inbox.

 

Gifted and Sensitive Bodies Workshop

 For those who feel more, think more,
notice more, need more.
Get support and tools that help you celebrate
your gifted and sensitive body!

2 zoom options
Either November 11, 9am-10:30pm Pacific
Or
December 9th, 5:30-7pm Pacific
(Recording available if unable to attend)

REGISTER HERE!

One in five people are statistically more sensitive. We feel more, sense more, think more, and notice more. This is a gift of nature. Earth has you in mind as part of the grand plan. The first step is to bring an end to the shame we feel for not fitting in. Sensitivity, like gender, is not an option. As a minority, we get” othered.” This causes us to hide our gifts, the very medicine that Earth needs now.

If you or someone you know is a member of the “One-In-Five” Club” this workshop offers supportive strategies to make sensitivity understandable, manageable and more fun. Also check out the 2021 Ensoulment course and Self-Care Playbook for Mystics and Sensitive Leaders.

 

When hell breaks loose

I’ve staked my tent at the burning bush and the dark night of my tradition. I dwell in a Vast center, wary to get any closer.
I dance a tight wire between the stakes of religious anxiety and a calm so deep it can’t be of my own doing but some kind of inheritance.
An angel sits on my soul who can make it difficult to move. I must be taught the way of no escape.

 

Things are happening
Hell breaks loose,
guns get centerstage
Empathy is weaponized
Youth and Teachers scream STOP!
Opioids and cell phones run the world.
Walls or bridges? Walls or bridges?

 

At the same time
A Civil Rights icon shows up to play.
A Doctor on retreat cries for her own body.
Congregationalists break out in Dance.
It is the decade of Embodiment.

 

“The old will dream new dreams
The young shall see a mighty vision
In the day that Love has made
We will end our hateful division
Oh Joy shall come to the city streets
Our hearts with life together beat
The rich ones, poor ones shall bow down
to the children who shall lead us.
O People come and sing your song
Sing your song together
Joy shall come to this strange land
when we love each other.”

 

Is love enough? Justice is what love looks like in public says Cornel West
I journey in the culvert of powerlessness.
The water is only knee deep.
But, this dance is completely underground, invisible. 
No one can take this work away from me. I must do it.
There will be no more details to share for some time.

 

When horror and terror live one room away
It’s Hell for a body at home.
And for many bodies everywhere.
And yet bodies are rising, starving,
twitching to move everywhere I look.

 

Bodies are marching,
up in arms,
rocking loose from grey matter,
taking sides, singing too loud,
bursting forth with evolutionary fervor.
The body wants to move, to befriend, to heal!

I know the brain science for this.
I know the testaments and techniques.
This has nothing to do with that.
Knowing is just a way to map a territory.
What we have here is the earth working herself up.
Nature is paying us forward with birthright force.
Black lives, women lives, children’s lives, elders lives,
indigenous lives, gay lives, animal’s lives,
the living land and water.
It’s an earthquake of spirit.
A volcano.

 

The body will have its event
and we will have to choose.
This is where art comes back in.
Free will wants to grow,
but not without free, loving and beautiful people.
This is whyI’ II dance in the culvert of despair
just as I dance in the streets.
I pray in the studio, the office, and the recovery zone.
I am a first and a last responder,
I am a mother octopus suspended with her eggs
preparing to die.

Anne Hutchinson–Grace on Trial: An Ancestor Story

A live reading by Cynthia Winton-Henry on zoom

Three dates
Thursday, Sept 17, 6-7  pm Pacific
Friday, Sept 18, 6-7 pm Pacific
Sunday, Sept 20, 10-11 am Pacific

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In this live reading, I take great care to share the facts about my boatload of extended family, led by a woman, and what happened after they landed in Boston in the early 1630s. It impacts America’s foundational relationship with land, gender, first people, morality, and white supremacy. Like us, they met up with

  • Nature at its harshest
  • A pandemic
  • A legalistic, punishing, religiously fanatical body politic
  • An unwavering, authoritarian male ego.
  • The systemic crippling of female, indigenous and black cultures
  • And, a undying Grace that ran through them like a river.


After the 30 minute reading we’ll reflect, notice, ask questions, and dance on behalf of grace activists everywhere!

Register for Zoom Link Here. 

Donations Welcome at paypal.me/cynthiawintonhenry or Venmo @Cynthia-Winton-Henry.

 

 

Ancient tale of the hidden monastery

An old story is told about the beginning of time. The universe was in the process of being created, and not everything was yet in order or fully functioning.  Before the universe could be totally engaged, the Creator had one final task to complete.  To help me complete this task, the Creator summoned an angel.

The angel came. The Creator told the angel that she, the Creator, had one last job to do in the making of the universe. “I saved the best for last,” the Creator told the angel. “I have here the real meaning of human life, the treasure of life, the purpose and goal of all this. Because this treasure is valuable beyond description,” the Creator continued, “I want you to hide it. Hide this treasure so well that human beings will know its value to be immeasurable.”

“I will do so,” said the angel.  “I will hide the treasure of life on the highest mountain top.”

“The treasure will be too easy to find there,” said the Creator.

“Then,” said the angel, “I will hide the treasure in the great desert wilderness. Surely, the treasure will not be easily found there.”

“No, too easy.”

“In the vast reaches of the universe?” asked the angel. “That would make a difficult search.”

“No,” the Creator said, pondering. Then His face showed a flash of inspiration. “I know. I have the place. Hide the treasure of life within the human being.  He will look there last and know how precious the treasure is.  Yes, hide the treasure there.”

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