Here in my secret spot among the bamboo clan, I reflect upon my summer love. Through the ups and downs, our Divine Balance never faltered. This relationship provided a safe space with plenty of room for growth, forgiveness and adoration. Mother Nature and I have been together since earlier than I can remember. It
Plant Medicine gifts us seeds replete with vital, life-altering information. It is our duty and privilege to nurture these sacred seeds through an intentional and dedicated Integration Process. True Integration unfolds as we continue to work with the lessons we learn, the inspirations we are granted, and the beauty we experience. Our journey does not
Abundance! For the first time, my pineapple plant grew twins! These fruits are a reminder of how nature provides. Until I grew my own pineapple, I’d never seen one this color. I’d never tasted one so sweet, never eaten one so juicy. Store bought fruits are picked before ripeness to survive transport, which sacrifices so
Thank you, Chicken Sisters, for joining the chants. This chant asks that anger be released and transmuted. Each emotion is a gift. Let us undo the conditioning that says only the joyous emotions should be welcomed and honored. To deny the arising of the emotion of anger is to deny ourselves the full human experience.
Butterfly Magick!! Whenever I think of Butterfly Medicine, I think of the message of transformation; the age-old guidance to patiently await our blossoming. Yesterday, Little Butterfly came to teach me some new lessons. She has more to offer than just converting her caterpillar body into winged wonder. We watched as our insect friend became trapped
If you are lucky enough to have a back or front yard, go sit in it. Pause and feel the sunlight warm your skin. Give thanks as you tune into the free exchange of electrons between you and mother earth. Listen to the birds sing, and watch the squirrels play. Hear the wind as she
It’s been this long since Halloween. No need for a clock, no need for a calendar. It’s been this long since ghosts and goblins, witches and warlocks, tricks and treats. And look at how far this pumpkin has come. In her youth, she symbolized the magick of Samhain. Her bright orange presence helped to honor
A lifetime of friendshipIn a Sunday morning. Dedicating silence to eye gazing,we returned to that place,where our souls can’t hide. A blessing for your mother’s house,so simple, so powerful, so full of love. Chasing the dog after she outwits me,wiggling gracefully out of her collar. Marveling over Charles Eisenstein,as he fascinates us with his talk