In Contract With Fire
A Soul Art Initiation
There is a flame inside each of us. Sometimes it roars. Sometimes it smolders. Sometimes it flickers so faintly we wonder if it’s still there at all. But it is. And if we slow down long enough, we can feel it: the warmth, the presence, the remembering.
This post is a Polaroid album from my 21-day fire journey for my Soul Art® Shaman certification. It’s also a sacred breadcrumb trail into the tracks I’ve been recording, the meditations I’ve been channeling, and the creative fire that keeps blazing inside me. It started with a whisper from my sacral and became an initiation I could never have planned.
Polaroid 1: The Arrival
It was still dark when I left the house, the velvet dress folded carefully beside me, and a sacred traveling altar I created during the fire journey — to remind me that the wick is always within reach, and the flame is always waiting, a vessel for flame, lined with reverence and crowned with a dragon’s eye. These were the final elements of my soul art, crafted during the weeks I spent exploring fire. This sunrise visit to the shore was meant to be the final piece — the embodiment. A way to offer it all back.
The velvet dress wasn’t just a dress — I had been working on it for days, intuitively shaping it into a living piece of soul art. It was open in the front like a ceremonial robe, and beneath it I wore just a tank top and underwear, leaving me bare to the ocean, exposed in more ways than one. I thought I was coming for photographs, to capture something for my assignment — but what unfolded was the beginning of a deeper initiation.
Polaroid 2: The Initiation
In the three days after my visit to the shore, I fell apart. Completely. I fractured my hand. My sleep was wild. My body ached. My emotions ran molten and raw. I didn’t know what was happening.
I followed my sacral into class, into meditation, into a shamanic journey that cracked open my next becoming. In that journey, I was led to a ceremonial fire. The circle was wide and sacred. My ancestors, angels, and guides surrounded me. I was called to speak into the flame. And I did.
The fire teased the words from me. It wasn’t just speaking—it was pulling. The truths lodged in me rose like smoke. Grief, rage, confusion, fear, tears—each exhaled and swallowed by flame, until there was nothing left to give and the fire exhaled the ashes of what I had been holding.
Then the dancing began.
We moved, barefoot and broken open, around the embers. My community of spirit celebrated. One by one, they placed their hands on me. My parents. My grandparents. My angels. My ancestors. Each one kissed my forehead. A transmission.
And then, the dragon came.
A Fire Dragon. Massive. Gentle. Fierce. It looked me in the eye and said nothing. It didn’t need to. Its breath moved through me. Its kiss on my forehead sealed the moment. I had been initiated. Not in metaphor, but in energy.
Polaroid 3: The Return
The second morning, I returned to the shore — not because I had planned it, but because my sacral said yes. This time, I wasn’t alone. My friend came with me, but I felt even more accompanied by something ancient. The red velvet dress returned, but underneath it I wore a flowing blue gown — like the ocean itself had become my second skin. The waves welcomed me back.
The sun came in slow, in and out of clouds, halos and magnificent moments one after the next. I placed the altar once again under the sky’s fire. And then, as I sat down and watched the sky speak in color, it came — that holy moment, eternal and soft. I felt the truth settle in me: the sun will rise, the sun will fall. It will do this again and again. But everything in between? All the pressure, all the expectations, all the ways we measure life and try to control it — it’s an illusion we uphold.
There was a collapse of time. A stillness so vast, my breath came to an inaudible quiet. I wasn’t waiting anymore. I wasn’t reaching. I was simply here — witnessed by the ocean, by the sky, by my own soul. The velvet fabric clung to me as if it knew — this was the final frame, the living altar. My fire wasn’t something I needed to find. It was something I had always carried. I was solid. Archetypal. Rooted.
Polaroid 4: The Flame Within
Since that 21 day Soul Art Journey, I’ve been recording nonstop: fire journeys, initiations, Yoga Nidras, children’s meditations, and hybrid tracks for teens and adults. I’ve created a body of work infused with what fire taught me:
The flame never leaves us.
We are not alone. Our ancestors, guides, angels are always here.
Dragon energy is real, powerful and transformative.
Imagination is sacred work.
Time is a construct. The sunrise is truth.
Grief belongs. And so does joy.
We are here to burn through what no longer serves, not with destruction but with reverence. To speak into the flame and let it reshape us.
Offerings from the Fire
Here are two tracks I recorded during this fire journey:
In Contract With Fire (premium Insight Timer track)
The Fire Within, a Full Yoga Nidra (premium Insight Timer track)
Let them meet you where you are. Let the flame inside remember itself.
You can also follow my growing playlist on Insight Timer, and stay tuned for an upcoming offering inspired by fire: part meditation bundle, part podcast
The Creative Flame Within
This journey through fire was not just about burning away what no longer served me — it was about reclaiming my own spark. The embers of my exploration have ignited something lasting: a reverence for creativity as sacred practice. Recording meditations, crafting soul art, communing with the elements — it’s all part of how I tend the fire within.
If you feel a flicker in your chest — a longing to rekindle your own flame — let this be your invitation.
Creativity is one of the purest ways to return to the fire within. It’s where healing and power meet.
To support your own exploration, I’ve created a companion journal with prompts, recorded inspirations and classes as well a space to reflect, embody, and remember your light. You can find it here, and I hope it guides you into your own sacred fire.
✨ Download the Journal Companion HERE
We are never without our light.
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May we keep tending the sacred. Together.
Even when it flickers.
Even when we forget.
It’s there.
Always.
Light your candle. Breathe. Begin.