Once upon a deep dark and stormy night of the Soul,
there came a faint whisper... of a giggle
Perhaps the Hayokeys are only the invisible friends of a crazy anteater lady. Or maybe they are muses, the very same muses who inspired the Hokey Pokey oh so many eons ago, a play magic medicine dance, no lead or follow, just coming together, puting our limbs and noses, heads and hearts in, and out, shaking it all about, Turning it All around! If Life is a play, I like the game of We, I like to greet it All, to breathe them in and then out, then in again, often anew, to behold all the roly poly angles, to laugh and love and cry in the butterfly blink of an eyelash. I Love Co-creating magic spaces and games, arts and theater, music and poetic mumblings, riding the kaleidoscopic wave of human emotion, deep healing mystery adventures, ever learning and wholing with all the beloved beings I'm graced to meet along the way. Nature and Spirit allies included. Here on this webysphere are invitations to join me in some of my favorite ways and games, in service to Whirld Wonderment, healing, Community, joy, the great Turning, fun and Love...
Shall We?
My Medicine Bundle~ Muses & Modalities/Studies/Practices that Pollinate my Play
Systemic Constellation Work
Shamanic Training
Animal Speak
Archetypal Studies
Sacred Clown, Bafoon, Coyote, Trixter and the Fool
Expressive hArts Alchemy
Somatic Movement
Dream Work
Alejandro Jodorowski
Clarissa Pinkola Estes
Bradford Keeney
Cecil Collins
Ecstatic, Flying Turtle and Erratic Dance
Nonviolent Communication
the Byron Katie Method
Tantra and Reverse Meditation
Deep Play Institute
Sacred Dark
Time with Children and Inner Child Play Magic!
Testimonials
"With Oohna's Hayokey angel instincts seeding the path, she and I followed mystery whispers on a deep memory voyage. Walking and sitting in a beautiful graveyard at night, I retrieved a lost part of myself, whole and happy to re-emerge. We navigated by no other map other than intuition, wonder, and serendipity. What we found were hidden pearls of my self, waiting to be discovered. Praises and awe, Oohna!"
~Lapsang Souchong Dancer
"Oohna is a dear sweet mysterious familiar wise loving kindred Friend. My journey into & through Hayokey wisdom with her is venturing deeper into my inner sticky somewhat-scary Becoming-ness, & i don’t think i could b travelling through it without the rock-solid yet immensely flexible (like a giant old monumental tree: rooted yet dancing freely & deep-inner-joyfully in the wind) superlatively Trust-worthy innate goodness of her presence. " ~ Noam Paco Gaster
"Oohna is a woman of light, yet she is familiar with shadow. She walked with me and my shadow, a pillar of presence and receptivity. I was grateful she did not get sucked into my vortices even as I descended the dark stairway down to my core traumas. Her intuition has a gentle certainty, allowing her to both lead and follow at once- she reflected my issues with her own authentic self-expression, inviting me to a playful look at the splits in my personality as I’ve experienced them for so long. Thank you for being Beatrice to my Dante for a night, ascending me to the nearing entrances of healing light." ~JP
"I have found my work with Oohna to be priceless. She possesses a quality that’s hard to describe because it’s rare, unprescribed, and unattainable through certification programs. A quality of integrity, of absolute dedication to truth, compassion, and kindness within herself, a refusal to accept excuses or any kind of self-story that would keep her back from the edge of ever-responsive aliveness. Though her practice is light, playful, and innocent of any concerns about appearances, the work that is accomplished is deep and effective. Perhaps because she allows herself, and those she works with, to let go of any superficial constraints and sink down to the very heart of what most deeply matters to our hearts and souls." ~Wendy
"Oohna has brought the sky down, when it only was a personal-sized rainstorm, she brought it down. How many Hayokey tattered angels can lurch on the bulb of a clown nose?
Oohna sits on a patch of weeds and it becomes a lawn, with secret seeds. In her hands everyday utensils are made into talismans. Pens lurking in the corners of my pouch become wands that can rewrite a childhood, or a bad afternoon.
Hayokey taught me that, instead of being shadowed by a personal raincloud, I can DROP THE SKY as one would drop a mic - boom - after proving one's awesomeness to the assemblies of ants crouched in the sidewalks, watching us (you know they are) and passing their tiny judgements. Hayokey let me sashay into a bus tunnel and immediately become the commuter-conductor, waving my antennae to control the ebb and hum of those who egress, and trespass, and barter sweaty smells in trade for space. I say verily, it is not schizophrenia, but a calling of the gods, who mutter in their abodes of stone and who dream of us, and of our sublime ordinariness.
Let the flat day rise. Hayokey! Let the ligaments of time sway, and contain alcoves where we unlace the habits of coping, surviving, treading water. Hayokey! Hayokey! Make ladders of my dreadlocks and crawl straight into my corpus callosum, I importune and dare you."
~ Beth