Stacy Tenhouten

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2022

Before the pandemic, I was at a place in my life where the undercurrents of generational and personal trauma that had been tugging at my toes for a lifetime, were beginning to rise to the surface. When the lockdown began I was terrified that in isolation, I might drown

The Women’s Salon and The Red Book project, was the breath that kept me regulated in navigating this tumultuous time.

In The Red Book process, we shared the stories from our dreams and practiced yoga together.  Pieces of symbolic language were becoming unearthed, which we gathered and treated as sacred messages.  We became comforted by our similarities and inspired by our uniqueness.  At a time where the world felt uncertain, my inner life felt flooded with possibility and I embarked on an unexpected creative journey.

When we began bridging our way from the world of dreams to exploring the world of myths, I began to realize that all I had been creating since the pandemic, was the revelation of my inner myths. My myths were the myths of the Gods and Goddesses,  I felt both ordinary and extraordinary, in beautiful balance.

What I lost was me.  What I found was Me.