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A workshop, ritual and practice space for moving powerfully through life’s death cycles.

Transmute shame, release fear of the unknown and get on board with your soul’s evolution.

Sunday, December 7
9 am - 12p Pacific


DEATH BLOOM


If you are here to live an extraordinary life, you will be asked to transform again & again.

The lie? This transformation looks like a linear, ever-upward journey.

Death cycles are those moments when it all comes crashing down. Not just at the end of a life, but many times throughout. (The faster you’re evolving, in fact, the more you’ll encounter.) The relationship ends, the bank account contracts, health fails, you’re forced off the ride.

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You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.

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It’s natural & essential.

All you have to do is look around — on planet Earth, everything is cyclical. A continual movement through birth, life, death and rebirth. The death part of the cycle releases what is no longer relevant to make way for fresh growth.

But in our death-phobic culture, we’ve been taught to fear decomposition and see loss as a failure.

As a result, we resist letting go. We waste time looping in shame and depression when what we’re truly being gifted is an expansion into even more of our HUMANITY.

Our current culture lacks rites and rituals that invite us powerfully into participation with death. So we isolate, deny and get stuck, clinging with white knuckles rather than dancing around the fire of transformation.

Ironically, it is a willingness to die that keeps us most alive. We all know what it looks like to become rigid and calcified with time— heels dug in and spark dried up, in an attempt to preserve “safety.”

Regenerative fires are an essential ingredient of embodied aliveness. You cannot become “good” or “aligned” enough to escape the burn-down moments.

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But you CAN learn to move through them more quickly, with jaw-dropping efficiency and (dare I say) excitement for the inevitable bloom on the other side.

I’m Ginny Muir

and I have a Phoenix soul

I’m here this time around to live many lives in one. Burn + rise.

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So far I have been:

Debutante/sorority girl, DC politico wife in pumps + pencil skirts giving dinner parties with monogrammed napkins, health coach healing bodies (including mine) from years of disordered eating + repressed expression, ceremony- and festival-hopping poet nomad in search of love and truth, witchy facilitator of ritual, breath, sex + other altered states of consciousness designed to bring us closer to the heart.

I have had at least 8 extraordinary long-term loves, the completion of each a bonfire of its own.

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Moving from one iteration to another has not been a seamless process. Each required shedding. Grief. Identity pieces + attachments in a smoldering heap at my feet. Cheeks streaked with ash and tears.

The more I evolve, the faster the cycles come. This used to terrify me. I resisted hard and grabbed hold of what I’d built even as it decayed. I got dragged across the coals.

But practice breeds mastery and with time, from inside my own lived experience, I began mapping a more elegant way.

I have also sought out teachers of surrender, depth work, and energetic alchemy. I have been trained by shamans and medicine people, the 13 Moons Priestess lineage, earth-ways masters and the breath itself.

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Now people find me when they need a guide through the territory.

I’m the one you call when facing down divorce, job loss, getting cancelled, injury, illness, rock bottom, the death of a loved one… initiatory thresholds of all kinds. I hold your hand and your hair back as you walk courageously through the dark that precedes the dawn.

For over 15 years, I have been coaching humans toward their most fully-expressed truth. When death comes knocking, I’m not-so-secretly thrilled.

We can’t manufacture death, but when it arrives… it’s ON.

The rise is always worth it, and burning is efficient.

Learning to master it makes for a life continually more heart-open, continually deeper, continually more true.

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In Death Bloom, I’ll provide a step-by-step map through the underworld.

  • We gather in ritual space (because ritual is the sacred technology of renewal, and it invites in the divine — a necessary ingredient). I set this up for you, and teach you how.

  • We connect to the “why” — for those parts of us that are resistant, it helps to know about the beauty that comes via dying. The magnetism, the liberation, the life force on the other side.

  • You’ll learn tell-tale signs that a death cycle is at your door. The faster you identify it, the sooner you can get on board.

  • We discuss the most common forms of resistance and how to circumvent them.

  • I’ll outline the tools needed to show up to this initiation skillfully and powerfully.

  • We explore grief as soul activism, and expose the shame and control that can block this powerful alchemical tool.

  • And I’ll take you through a live practice to change your relationship to whatever is trying to die in your life at this very moment.

DEATH BLOOM

Sunday, December 7
9:00 am - 12:00pm Pacific

$75

  • “Ginny is one of those rare gems where I can find precious refuge, a true sister who offers clear, trustworthy, surgically precise vision and soul-deep love in my lowest (and highest) moments. She is who I come to when I need SIGHT… When I need support to release my sorrows and untangle my mental knots. Being held by her is like falling into the arms of your oldest and dearest friend, one who you’ve known across lifetimes and who can simultaneously revel with you at the church of Erotic Aliveness—AKA LIFE—and walk with you carrying a lantern into the darkest depths of grief’s hellscape. She is the first person on my invite list to the funerals I’ve held for my former selves.”

    -Lola Pickett

  • “Working with Ginny has altered the way I navigate transformation… and LIFE. I can’t imagine getting through the last two years of extreme transition without her. I met her when I was in the midst of deciding whether or not to get divorced — honestly in agony about whether or not to leave a marriage that was beautiful in many ways. She spoke to my soul in that place, and gave me the courage to move forward with clarity into a life that is so, so much more fulfilling and true.”

    -Dani O’Brien Buckley

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DEATH BLOOM

Sunday, December 7
9:00 am - 12:00pm Pacific

$75