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At the Edge of the Beltane Flame: A New Invitation into Sacred Space

This past weekend, something quiet but profound shifted inside me. I was invited into a new role—not one I sought, but one that seemed to rise up from the ground beneath me, as if the land itself had been waiting.


I had the honour of assisting my dear friend Amanda Ring of Untamed, at Mik'ma'ki’s first Arrowbreak & Firewalk: a powerful rite of passage where fear meets fire and the spirit remembers its courage. I was not the guide, not the one who lit or tended the flames or broke the arrows. But I was there to assist, to capture the event, hold loving space, and to witness.


In doing so, I found myself walking through a threshold of my own.


Photography By: Flower Pictured: Mi'kma'ki's first Arrowbreak & Firewalk event, hosted by Amanda Ring of Untamed
Photography By: Flower Pictured: Mi'kma'ki's first Arrowbreak & Firewalk event, hosted by Amanda Ring of Untamed

There is a particular kind of power in witnessing someone face the impossible and choose to move anyway. When that choice happens again and again, person after person, it begins to ripple through the field. The fire doesn’t just change them. It changes everything.

What I didn’t expect was how deeply it would change me.


I have long known myself as Flower. A name. A soul aspect. A way of being. Flower is how I love. How I serve. How I listen to the earth and to the subtle, sacred currents that move through all things. But something is blooming again. Or perhaps it's burning open.

This experience revealed something I hadn’t fully seen before: that Flower is not just soft or beautiful. She is fierce. She is willing.

She is ready to tend to the sacred fire, not just sit beside it.

I was shown that I am not simply here to “hold space” in the modern sense of the phrase. I am here to consecrate it. To listen to the land. To sense what is needed. To anchor energy with integrity. To become a vessel through which spirit and safety can coexist.

This invitation wasn’t about titles. It wasn’t about being seen. It was about in service. A deeper level of presence, humility, and readiness.

And now, everything is re-shaping.

How I work. How I move. How I speak. How I pray. How I offer myself.

There is a clarity emerging—a kind of inner compass pointing me toward the next iteration of my path. One rooted even more deeply in lineage, in land, in the fierce love of the sacred feminine rising.

I don’t yet know exactly what Flower will become from here. But I do know this:


She has walked through fire. She has witnessed the unbreakable. She is listening. And she is no longer afraid.


What humbled me most wasn’t the fire. It wasn’t the ceremony itself.

It was being on the other side

standing at the edge of someone else’s threshold,

witnessing their breath catch, their body tremble,

and then their spirit rise to meet what once felt impossible.

For the first time, I wasn’t the one breaking the arrow.

I was the one holding the board. Holding the line. Holding the mirror of what is possible.

And in that sacred role, I saw so clearly: this isn’t just something I want to do. This is something I am.

This work—this sacred tending, this holding, this walking beside—it’s not a practice I perform

It’s an extension of my being. It rises from my bones, from the old, quiet knowing within me that has always said: this is how we heal… together.

I used to think I was here to learn how to lead with heart. But this weekend, I realized—I’m here to remember.

And in remembering, I have been reshaped.

I am no longer chasing purpose. I am no longer questioning whether I’m ready. I am simply showing up—as I am. As Flower. As witness. As sacred space holder. As someone whose leadership flows through listening, not loudness. Through presence, not performance. Through love, not control.



With loving gratitude


Christina, Flower

xx


 
 
 

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