Taking the Fresh Air Cure
I’m not sure which Netflix fantasy series I’ve stepped into or where the dragons are hiding, but I’m gonna keep watching.
I’m not sure which Netflix fantasy series I’ve stepped into or where the dragons are hiding, but I’m gonna keep watching. Three days after publishing on Substack that I wanted to help curate a creative spiritual retreat center in nature, I was told about a small group of women an hour east of me starting to build one. I drove through green meadows and tall forests to find their property last Friday morning and was struck by the same electrical current in my body I’ve come to know means something big in my life is cracking and forming.
The women I met that day I’d known for liftetimes. Think Mrs Whatsit, Mrs Who, and Mrs Which meet a therapist and a Buddhist Nun. In our three hour conversation we were finishing each others sentences, answering questions we hadn’t finished asking. They told me they were creating a vortex of kindness and love for people in need of healing and invited me to come and stay the very next day–my very favorite way of making first time introductions.
Every single second since then, the troops have been arriving. Through a thousand coincidences and kismet connections, a community of healers has begun gathering. The women and the witches, the shamans and the crones, the social workers and the single moms, the grocer at the country store, my massage therapist and cleaning lady, my students and my teachers, the poets, and mystics and shapeshifters–we’re all following the call we’ve been hearing.
I arrived at the cottage yesterday and took the longest out breath I can remember out-breathing. The peace and the bird song and the wind moving across the water is all-encompassing. I stretch out on a blanket on the grass overlooking the bay. “That looks like somewhere you go for fresh air if you are a frail person in the Victorian era,” my friend Lauren texted. “Purchase a parasol immediately.” I am taking the Fresh Air Cure, definitely, but I’m not shielding myself from one ray of the sun.
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Love this. Would love to learn more about who these women are and how I can participate / support this!
Oh my gosh, I can almost smell the air. I remember that fabulous stick you found some months back. The brush in the first picture looks like that stick on steroids - all points reaching up to the fresh air cure.🫶🏻