Rebecca “Firehorse” Snyder was an acupuncturist and healing artist with over 20 years experience, skilled in bodywork, mindfulness practice, and movement. Holding numerous certifications, she was most grateful for her five year apprenticeship in Tai Chi Chuan/ Qi Gong with Master Tai Peter Hom of New Orleans. Rebecca held a BA in Asian Religions and Art History from New York University. A long time spiritual seeker, Rebecca studied and grew her spiritual path through the guiding light of many wonderful teachers and the study of numerous spiritual traditions, including a study abroad in Nepal with Tibetan Buddhism at age 20. Dance, music and ceremony held important places in her personal healing journey and continue to be treasured vehicles to express a passionate reverence for life by all those who were touched by the incredible fire that she was. Rebecca finally found her spiritual home in the Pachakuti Mesa Tradition of Cross-Cultural Shamanism, under the tutelage of don Oscar Miro-Quesada. She passed away peacefully in her home on May 4th, 2018, surrounded by family and friends. We are so grateful to have her continued wisdom and presence here through her beautiful writings.
“Try to exclude the possibility of suffering which the order of nature and the existence of free wills involve, and you find that you have excluded life itself.” I wish I could write this post somehow in celebration of suffering, but suffering may only be accounted for after the fact, and perhaps deemed “worth it” […]
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In the deeply angled sunlight of an Autumn afternoon, two farmers wearing overalls and baseball caps hang by their necks from an old oak tree at the crossroads where we turn to reach the campground. They’re dummies of course, it’s close to Halloween; I try to be amused, pondering this peculiarly American holiday, a time when Shadow is allowed out to play. “It’s healthy”, I think, “an opportunity to laugh in the face of what’s loathsome.” It’s a skill, I conclude, I lack.
Dancing in the Dark, I’ve been firming up, digging deep into what lies below. The threads that weave this journey are dark blues, purples and deep red – the color of congealed blood. It’s a moody hue, but it’s flecked with glittering threads and mirrors too.
