I call myself a Human and a Healer. What is it I am trying to heal? The sickness of society; the love of power; the drive to destroy the planet; the soul-loss of traumatic experiences; the emotional, spiritual, and physical pain that teaches us necessary lessons but, that can be healed with Love.
Join us at the MOCD.org on November 3rd for Forest Bathing, Medicine Music, Wisdom Circle and more!
Gather in the Great Smoky Mountains’ Happy Valley for a special autumn journey into the practice of Japanese forest bathing (Shinrin Yoku) and Ecstatic Dance. Our guest forest guide Lui Lupo will lead participants through a full day of opportunities to fall in love with Earth and connect with one’s truest self.
~ Begin the day with meditation, medicine music and spoken word.
~ Our Wisdom Circle will include greater connection with Lui as he shares his personal spiritual journey. He will also teach us about the benefits of Shinrin Yoku (forest bathing).
~ Practice Shinrin Yoku during a guided walk to a forest tea garden. Enjoy a tea ceremony, one-to-one guidance sessions and an animal spirit card reading. There will be ample time for personal reflection and journal writing in the forest.
~ The evening will feature an Ecstatic Dance, which is a meditative form of movement, to further draw us to connect with nature. Followed by a bonfire, intention and gratitude ceremony, spoken word, medicine music and mantras.
What’s included: We will provide a health conscious bag lunch, assorted teas and at dinner we will supply soups and salads.
A basic animal spirit card reading and one-on-one guidance with Lui is included, however, arrangements can be made with Lui for anyone called to dive deeper.
All taxes & fees are included in your ticket price.
What to bring: A dish to share at the community dinner. Any personal comfort items such as a blanket, walking stick, personal journal, etc. Plus an open heart & mind.
About Our Forest Guide:
Lui Lupo is a Human and a Healer. He is a traveler who was most recently leading Shinrin Yoku (Forest Bathing) activities in the Pisgah National Forest. He also conducts guided meditations, animal spirit card readings, personal guidance sessions, and sound healing with a hand pan. Prior to that, he helped poets and recovered addicts express themselves via the written word as the coordinator of MadTown Poetry and the Spiritual Potluck Poetry Groups. He is a founding member of the Madison Mutual Aid Network (madisonman.coop) and the former President of the 501(c)3 non-profit makerspace/art gallery, Confluent (www.confluent.space), in Richland, WA. Long ago he studied the physical and philosophical foundations of the universe as an engineer and academic. He enjoys traveling the globe, writing, and meeting authentic human beings. To learn more, see HowToFallInLoveWithEarth.com
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I recognized that I was resisting the system of society as it currently stands. Not a person or an object or an entity, but a Way of life.
He crossed the canal at Kensie Street and enjoyed the view along the two kilometer hike from the greyhound station to the all night diner. He had hoped to find a few more spots like that during his walkabout, and as it turned out, the Chicago streets would not disappoint. Leaning against the rail he noticed he was alone amongst the millions. The reflection of city lights sparked the surface of the canal like a gunpowder art being lit. A nearby sidewalk mimicked the affect with what appeared to be glass flecks in concrete. The lights lit neurons that intoxicate the souls desire to run with the wolves and giggle with glee at a life containing so much potential energy. Even though he was connected by love to a state vector that could never collapse in the far-away sage-steppe, by the mighty Columbia river, he still wanted to dance. A three step! Preferably with a graceful creature whom isn’t afraid to be dipped deep – wetting their hair in the surface of waves where the emotions of the present moment can’t help but make you smile. The ephemeral present that will end as quickly as it begins, begging for us to chase it down again and again while wisdom dictates the truth that feelings will only come through inaction. Once again, the stillness of a peaceful mind illuminated his way forward. Life isn’t meant to be a struggle, he thought aloud. The chase had ended.
The sound drizzled across his eardrum, filling the cafe with a certain cinnamon roll gooeyness that would have fit as easily into an episode of Stranger Things as it would into a Vegas lounge in the nineteen-seventies. He envisioned three alcoholics dying slowly at the bar. However, in this reality, there were seven random midwesterners enjoying an evening of sobriety.
In unrelated thoughts, Donald Trump is Al Bundy’s hero.