Made of Myth

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Through some serendipity, an opportunity to continue to study Tea came about through a last minute opening to join an in...
10/09/2024

Through some serendipity, an opportunity to continue to study Tea came about through a last minute opening to join an incredible group trip to China, led by one of my teacher, Jade Brunel. A dear friend and angel donor, has offered her generous support to ensure this trip happens---we are extending the invitation to contribute to those who might feel called.

How to Contribute:

A Tax-deductible gift to the Soldner Center may be made through the Link Below

https://www.soldnercenter.com/checkout/donate?donatePageId=6623f4d81f55767c1f2062ec

100% all gifts received by October 15 will be designated for the trip expenses. (click on "Madelyn Soldner's Tea Retreat Fund" after inserting your gift amount) The remaining amount at this time to cover the trip and travel costs is about $6,500 remaining.

No amount is too small of a contribution--the energetic vote of support through whatever amount you feel inspired to offer is a resource of great substance that gives courage, strength and hope for this opportunity!

My intention for this opportunity:

I hope to bring back what I learn from this experience to the Aspen valley and continue to cultivate a community of practicing presence through Tea together.

It is my intention to continue to bridge the beautiful connection between the Legacy of my grandparent's Paul and Ginny Soldner in the Valley with Tea Ceremony.

My grandfather Paul's innovative work with Raku--inspired by Japanese Tea Ceremony -- alongside Ginny's love and explorations of consciousness and spirituality through her painting -- all comes full circle through the Tea Ceremony, as an art form in its own right, where both ceramics and spirituality are united.

Thank you for considering contributing to this opportunity,
May it continue.

With Gratitude, many Blessings, and a deep bow,

Madelyn

12/12/2023

"bare bones".

Sitting with tea is a mystery. What happens between You, Tea and God(Source) is yours to explore.The Ceremony simply cre...
12/08/2023

Sitting with tea is a mystery. What happens between You, Tea and God(Source) is yours to explore.
The Ceremony simply creates the conditions and the space for your inner knowing to arise.

For you to steep in your own wisdom
For you to sip from your bowl
For you to be filled with your prayers, intentions, dedications, declarations.
For your mystery to unfold out of the steam where
Heaven and Water meet.

We drink together.
But this practice is Yours.

What are you drinking for?

Your bowl awaits. This Sunday
9:30-10:30. Link in bio to join.

will be bringing her tarot deck. I like to start Tea with offering a single card pull for each person from a deck to seed your intentions. And if you’d like, Laura will be there to add her insight and wisdom to your pull from her studies of tarot and astrology

You have a gift to offer the worldbut it’s caughtin the kitchen sink drainDon’t be afraid to reach in.I’m not going to t...
10/14/2023

You have a gift to offer the world

but it’s caught
in the kitchen sink drain

Don’t be afraid to reach in.
I’m not going to tell you that
you wont find plenty of
Things you’d rather not touch

But I will say that
if you are brave enough to feel
with your own two hands,

the layers of putrid molding rot,
and still
choose to pull the whole mess out into the open

it will turn to gold in your palms.

✨🤲✨

A poem from 10 years ago.

I had forgotten how much I love to write poetry.

I had a brush with mortality this summer, and life feels more poignant and crazy and amazing than ever before because of it. The words slowly are starting to pour out of me. Because when I almost left life behind, when I returned, everything was poetry.
How could it not be?

I’ve been crying reading poems whose walk with cancer has awakened a joy and depth of soul that resonantes so deeply it takes me to my knees. I’m tearing up just writing about it.

Anyways, life’s too short not to reach into the kitchen sink drain. Too short to not touch the untouchable and far too short not to believe in miracles.

Turns out it’s all gold.

Wouldn’t want to miss it.

“Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk wa...
03/04/2023

“Once upon a time, when women were birds, there was the simple understanding that to sing at dawn and to sing at dusk was to heal the world through joy. The birds still remember what we have forgotten, that the world is meant to be celebrated.” -terry tempest Williams

Remembering again and again that what I love most is to heal through joy, through the ritual trills of daily life, harmonizing to the song of the fire, finding the melody in the sound of water running over dishes, drumming up a beat with a whisk in bowl. Practical magic 🪶🪄💫

Taking time to praise the dawn and dusk, to mark full moons and new moons, and stars shining and dimming not with telescopes or calculators but with the wishes of women in circles weaving their prayers together.

I have always been at this work since I was young singing to the snails and roses in the garden. The work of weaving the unseen world back into the seen. It’s a funny thing how life is truly a spiral path with many detours until one day you find yourself at the center of the labyrinth, and it all coalesces into a vision that’s been here along. For now anyways…

As Im singing and weaving my way back into the mystery of life, It’s time to fully step into the Village priestess that I’ve always been. To offer places and spaces for the unseen and seen to dance, for magic, for song, for the honoring of seasons and transitions. A place to bless and be blessed by all of our relations, human and otherwise.

Im dedicating this work, as I have been asked to, to my mothers mothers people. My matrilineal line—May your abundant and joyful light shine through me and brighten what is mine to nourish and tend to in this life. To my mothers mothers people—thank you for helping me remember that I am always part woman and part bird.

Im about to step away from this platform for a month to stay re-orient to the rhythms of the cosmos that made us. The ea...
02/04/2023

Im about to step away from this platform for a month to stay re-orient to the rhythms of the cosmos that made us. The earth, sun and moon and stars—Our cosmic parents have so much to offer. It’s easy for me to miss their subtle but profound support with these screens taking my attention.

I have been offering my work over zoom and in person to attune to the subtle energies that form us. When we orient to the intelligence within, the layers of our history are able to arise and integrate—liberating us to live more fully out of choice, from our core and our purpose.

If you’re interested in learning more about my work or would like to receive a session, send me an email through the contact button in my profile.

I also offer ceremonial and ritual support through this lens for those going through a rite of passage and are wanting to mark it either 1-1 or in community.

May the cosmos be with you 🙏🏽 🌌🌎 🌙 🌟

HELD retreat for new mamas and mamas to be—Join Us for a day long gathering of women in the Roaring Fork to create commu...
01/22/2023

HELD retreat for new mamas and mamas to be—Join Us for a day long gathering of women in the Roaring Fork to create community for motherhood—to revillage this valley. Sunday January 29th 10-4

It takes a village to raise healthy humans, and our modern world has dismantled the very social structures and networks we need to thrive. Kerrie and I aspire to reweave the threads that will allow families to grow with healthy nervous systems and a sense of well being in the world. It all starts with centering the care of the mother, whose nervous system is an extension of her baby’s growing body brain and heart from conception on up to 2-7 years old.

HELD—retreat and workshop brings together yogic and Ayurvedic principles along with biodynamic, pre and perinatal principles, nervous system regulation and ritual space to create a space for mammas to be truly HELD.

This retreat is also open to women who are not yet mothers but are considering becoming pregnant some day. We have realized how under served and supported most of us women are with the loss of multigenerational wisdom to shepherd us into the transitions of motherhood. It’s never too early to begin to gather community, stories and tools to prepare for this time.

May all mothers and babies be HELD for life to thrive.

I can feel the inner creative spark returning in me. And it feels sassier and more tender than ever. I can feel the impu...
12/06/2022

I can feel the inner creative spark returning in me. And it feels sassier and more tender than ever. I can feel the impulse to write more, make more, express more, returning. Heres a poem about poems to start it off.

Don’t Say I Didn’t warn you

I don't claim to be as smart as my poems. I usually write them when I'm
Most
Lost
And in my most
Wrenching moments
Of despair
Or confusion
Or searching

Sometimes my most ecstatic.

I wouldn't trust my poems for their ability to get you anywhere
Like a map.

No, my poems are all labyrinths circling back in on themselves

A poem is not a life raft
It is a mirror
How many mirrors have saved people from drowning?
You know what I mean.

Poems are not instruction manuals
They are destruction
Manuals

And you better use them wisely.

Because poems don't really care about you at all

They are alive little beasts that might bite, or cuddle. So approach at your own risk.

We highly recommend trying poems on in fitting rooms before deciding if you want to wear them around town.

You should date poems like you would date your future husband.

My poems are not like something I would want to hang on my wall.

These are not substitute ingredients for a real life. And are certainly not certificates of authentication.

Poems
Might just be the most unuseful way to communicate
Don't try to get anything done with a poem.

This poem will have finished you off before you even started.

My Poems are like sweat.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

Magic is afoot…the cauldron has been brewing for many years, and potency has gathered for the beginnings of all I’ve bee...
11/07/2022

Magic is afoot…the cauldron has been brewing for many years, and potency has gathered for the beginnings of all I’ve been adding to the pot these last many years…more soon and until then…

This Weeks offerings
🎶 Weds Sound Bath 6:30-8:30
🌿 Weds Intro to ceremony & ritual DM
🍵 Saturday Tea sit 9:30-10:30

More details in stories and bio to sign up or DM me.

“You don’t need to quote the masters.

They drank from the same spring that we all drink from

Take your own vessel and fill it
from the depths of your being

You can quench your thirst
if only you would stop believing
that the real water is in someone else’s cup.”
~MSS

Our Lady of the Threshold—Hecate—the crone, elder woman, she who gives and takes life. She who sheds skin to be born ane...
11/02/2022

Our Lady of the Threshold—Hecate—the crone, elder woman, she who gives and takes life. She who sheds skin to be born anew. Who cuts away all that is not truth.

When the veils are thin, as darkness falls, as death creeps in the door with cold, will you let her in too?

Will you make offerings to the She Hag? To the one whose skin is sagging, whose teeth are falling out, to the one who sees in the dark, who sees through youthful posturing? To the one who waddles and sighs and growls? To the one who has claws and bites when needed?

Will you bow at ragged wrinkled feet of who you will one day become?

Will you offer the trappings of youth and fame, will you flay open your crypto currency wallet and sacrifice your sprinter van for the wisdom of the Crone?

When the time comes—-as it always does—will you believe it when you see that she’s always been a woman? That your time started when a woman gave birth? And ends…

When you try to run and hide from the Reality of decay? Or will you surrender into the lap of fate that awaits us all?

The sooner Lady Deaths wraps her holy arms around you, the sooner your Life becomes rich. Black as fertile soil, abundant and immortal in ways only the death hag knows.

So, when you see her, will you invite her into your hearth, heart and home?

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Oct 23 -HELD for New mamas and mamas to be 🤲✨ join  and myself for a day long retreat to re-village our community around...
10/20/2022

Oct 23 -HELD for New mamas and mamas to be 🤲✨ join and myself for a day long retreat to re-village our community around mother centered care. When mama feels held, baby can thrive and grow, when babies can thrive our whole world does too.

In this day long experiential workshop you will enjoy gentle yoga, learn about Ayurvedic pre and postpartum nutrition to support you and babies growing and changing bodies. And you’ll get a felt sense of what it’s like when your nervous system feels HELD with practical tools to create more support in your life. Including connecting to a network of like hearted families in the roaring fork valley.

We aren’t built to do this alone. Join us!

Link in bio to register.

October 23 // 10-4pm

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Aspen, CO
93023

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