Monthly Archives: January 2016
This is a great little article that perfectly demonstrates finding value and gratitude for all things, and encourages being present. It goes along with how I always say everything is “perfect in its imperfection”.
Wabi-Sabi: The Art of Imperfection by Robyn Griggs Lawrence
Thank you to my dear friend and amazing photographer Pedro Gutierrez of Gamma Photography Studio for sharing it. He thought it would go along with my philosophy of life and he was right. 😉
After the morning showers yesterday, the weather turned into a perfect blend of sunshine and mists, but lovely temperatures that had me peeling off my “Never Underestimate the Power of a Woman with a Rabbit” sweatshirt quickly on our stroll.
Although I did work yesterday, I discovered that everything was really focused around Nestor and that it was meant to be a day of celebrating her.
Since this is truly our official new leg of the journey, being out of the OC and LA areas now, it felt aligned that Nestor would want to also celebrate and inaugurate with us.
The number of our RV site also happens to be a #1 in numerology when broken down – new beginnings.
Just before lunch we took a walk all along the beach and pier area here. I felt called to take Nestor’s ashes with me and so I had her in my pocket the whole time. I was also feeling out where I would spread a pinch of her ashes, as I felt that this would be a place for that, especially being the kick-off of the journey and due to our having been here together.
The walk was beautiful and again so many animal friends were showing up…from a group of turkey vultures with their transmutational energy and a solo one that seemed to be specifically connecting and wanting closer to me, to some frisky squirrels, playful wiggly sand crabs, and many different varieties of sea birds.
Everything seemed to be lively and playful…including the waves that were crashing on the rocks before me and reaching high in the sky.
I even stopped to take a photo where you can see the terra cotta-colored resort on the hill just behind me to the left, above the beginning of the pier, where I’d stayed with Nestor.
I held Nestie in my hands.
It was like I mentioned in my post from two days ago when we first got here “It’s almost like a dimensional doorway transcending time and space where we are sharing the same ocean and looking through it to each other,” as when she was with me she would sit by the open sliding glass door looking out at the ocean in the direction I would have been now.
Synchronously, there was a sign when you first enter the pier that I ended up spreading her ashes from, which I photographed the title of here:
We walked from one pier to another, but the timing didn’t feel right. I felt that sunset would be. So Nestor remained in my hands and pocket.
I’ve taken her ashes with me on journeys across the globe where I felt called to spread them in sacred ritual for collective Earth healing. Just a pinch in each place I intuitively got the nudge.
And I feel that along this journey there will be a lot of places I’ll continue to do so.
Several months back I purchased a special Victorian style bottle handmade in the Czech Republic that is emerald green in color like the heart chakra.
It happens to also be a pendant on a chain you can wear. I searched high and low to find the right little bottle that would securely seal, but that would also so regally honor Nestor’s energy.
I have felt called to put some of her ashes in the bottle to keep with/wear on me always, as I felt that eventually the rest of her ashes would go back to the Earth in service for a higher good. And only what fit in the bottle would remain with me.
I’ve had this bottle for months, as shared, but it wasn’t until yesterday that I felt called to fill it here in Avila Beach.
And so I did very gingerly with a tiny funnel and with a slow methodical process so as not to lose any of her ashes and to be respectful.
One tiny piece got stuck in the funnel near the end so I put my lips to the top and blew. I then had a light coating of dust on my lips and felt the sweetness of that…like kissing sweet Nestor and us merging.
After the process was complete I decided to let Joy and Cosmo connect with Nestor’s ashes, as they have both worked with her out of body.
It was interesting to see how they sat quietly and nosed the bottle, then just seemed to be honoring her.
I continued to do my work, which included painting something that was Cosmically connected – how perfect – until right before sunset.
I wore my pendant with Nestor’s ashes at my heart.
I then knew it was time.
So we walked to the first pier, which is the one I felt was where I wanted to spread her ashes from the end of it into the ocean.
It was now chilly, so back on my rabbit sweatshirt went, but everything was aligned.
As we got on the pier this display from the sunset is what appeared suddenly and vibrantly in fluorescent pink. On no other evening recently have we seen a sky like this at sunset. Sunsets have been mostly subdued and soft and without display like sunrises have been.
But the pink shot up and arched across the sky behind the mountains, creating a bridge from Sky to Earth.
It jutted out from near the rock called Smith Island (curving in formation that points in direction from/to Morro Bay) and even played with the Moon.
Morro Bay is just on the other side of this rock, directly in line with where I was on the pier, and the whole area is quite magickal.
I knew Nestor was so strongly with us and even the pier was full of sea lions barking that had come to rest on floaters surrounding it in the ocean.
They were also below the walkway of the pier, which we were able to climb stairs down to and literally watch them from just 6 to 7 feet away all snuggled in for the night.
What a celebration of life.
I got so excited like a giddy Faery and made my way to the end of the pier where I did a little blessing and intention for the Earth and spread a pinch of Nestie over the water.
It was such a joyous and light experience. I was smiling wide inside and out.
Nestor lives on vibrantly in every experience I have and in every part of life in and around me.
When we recognize this truth, the reflections become more profound.
It was such a difference from other times in the past without hint of mourning anymore or sadness, but simply love, playfulness, celebration, gratitude, and joy.
A new experience has emerged from the integration I’ve embraced.
A new story has been written.
A new journey has begun.
And it is a journey that vibrantly celebrates eternal life within all experiences and at each point in the cycle.
Nestor reminds me to sing my song courageously from the heart and live life out loud, as the expression of All That Is that I Am.
“Rain showers my spirit and waters my soul.” ~Emily Logan Decens
Last night, while asleep, the rain began and continues.
It is such a gift to hear the sacred water dance between Mother Ocean’s powerful rhythmic waves and Father Sky’s raindrop drumming that keep tempo with one another.
At times soft and gentle.
At times with penetrating force.
All the while soothing my watery soul.
Even Great Blue Heron joined in the dance at water’s edge this morning, within view from our cozy little home.
I dreamed last night of my French grandmother who passed several years back.
In the dream I gifted her two things.
A small Buddhist trinket and a red spray bottle vial.
I remember in the dream thinking oh boy she’s going to flip over the first, as she was very religious, but she didn’t freak and accepted the gift.
The red vial I explained was to bring her courage and that she could use it to mist her face with her favorite rose water she always liked to use, as a way of refreshing and renewing.
Besides the time I’ve spent here in Avila Beach in my early thirties, we’ve spent a lot of time up and down the coast with my immediate family and family from France and the East Coast.
Seems not only am I continuing to retrieve parts of myself, but am helping healing down the ancestral lines as well, as my grandparents have been coming to mind recently and of course Nestor is here assisting.
All of this watery energy feels so good and perfect.
There is no sadness, only embrace and gratitude for the perfection of it all.
Native American Indians know the importance of water in all of its forms as being the “water of life” and a most vital, life-giving element.
Rain symbolizes renewal, cleansing, change, abundance, fertility, rebirth, nourishment, rejoice, and forgiveness.
Rain clouds are considered a magickal symbol of good future prospects.
And yet for some, rain can be depressing, frustrating, and dark.
Water is the unconscious so it isn’t a mystery why it would be felt as such, because it is symbolic of the mystery within the depths of you – a place not many want to venture, or can only manage dipping in, but not fully submerging.
It can feel like drowning to experience that darkness until you understand its potential for you to learn to navigate the waters and become adept like our cetacean friends and our primal shark family.
And yet that darker experience is also where the deepest cleansing takes place that supports you to rise again.
Cathartic purging, which the rain symbolizes so flowingly, will take you through a period of release as things rise to the surface to be washed away. It then may feel like hitting rock bottom, or a dark night of the soul. But this is where the inspiration sparks and the new awareness shines for renewal.
This is why rain symbolically embodies rebirth, as with that release comes water’s supportive energy for you to powerfully recreate yourself in a new and more empowered way.
You understand creative power, which is a dual process of deepening and releasing alongside inspiration and expression.
As I said that two dolphins appeared RIGHT where the waves break to shore (closer even than the photo I captured). Incredible! Seemed almost too close, but then they were making themselves known and bringing their joyous and playful energy to the watery domain many fear…inviting and beckoning us deeper to experience the release and freedom.
The rain and water carries abundant fertile potentials.
It fuels imagination from the source of your feelings bursting forth into creative sparks.
It’s the energy of flow and perpetual change – the constant creative source of expression that purifies the soul.
I welcome this watery day and energy for which I’ll be reflecting in, painting in, strolling in, and cozying up surrounded in.
I’m accepting dolphin’s invite and seeing where they lead.
Neptune – God of the Sea – beckons too, as the RV next to us just left and all I caught was its name in the side window “Neptune”.
Will you accept the invitation deeper?
What might you discover that could bring greatest fulfillment and possibilities to your life if you do?
“Remember that every drop of rain that falls bears into the bosom of the earth a quality of beautiful fertility.” ~George Henry Lewes
Well, we landed again in our new temporary home of Avila Beach, just steps from the ocean.
We weren’t sure if we’d end up here, as the rv park isn’t one you can make reservations at and up until about a couple of hours before we came, it was full.
But we just ventured forward along the path and put out intention, trusting that where ever we were meant to be, we would be.
There were a couple of other spots we could go to in Pismo Beach, or near by….they just weren’t quite like this one where you had the potential of being basically on the water.
We checked in via phone when we were about two and a half hours away and the woman said that there was one spot open on the bluff above looking over the ocean, but she couldn’t hold it.
So I sent out energy to save a spot for us for the highest good.
We checked in again when we were about a half an hour away because if it was full we would go to another beach rather than wasting time driving there.
At that point she said there were now two spots open. One on the bluff, but now also one on the beach.
Things were looking good.
When we drove up, they were still both available and we got to choose.
Being that we’d already been up above on a bluff overlooking the ocean, I chose the spot on the beach when Dave said, “you choose.”
And so we landed here, just a few feet from the water’s edge.
As as soon as we arrived a large type of vulture landed just in front of the rv by the rocks you see in the photos…renewal/rebirth, cleansing, protection, high awareness and new vision abound.
Vulture reflects a time of purification, perhaps new and valuable insight, trust in patience for alignment, and knowing how to use our power effectively.
Another interesting and meaningful piece of the story about being here is that I’ve spent time here twice in my past, as my parents had a time share that we were able to transfer anywhere and chose here twice.
One time I went with them and the other time I spent a week by myself.
The time I was with my parents I had Nestor with me too. So she actually has spent time here in Avila Beach with me.
I remember her loving to sit by the open sliding glass door and look out at the ocean and breathe in the ocean air.
The synchronous thing is that from where the rv site we have is, I can see the resort where the time share that I stayed at with her is up on the cliff across the way.
Ironic, as she would have been looking out the way where I am now.
It’s almost like a dimensional doorway transcending time and space where we are sharing the same ocean and looking through it to each other.
It’s really special to be here again now after all of these years and having Joy and Cosmo here with me.
Interesting that vultures do help you with new perception on things including the past, as well as embody that cleansing for a rebirth.
I’m sensing that I will do a sacred ceremony and throw some of Nestor’s ashes in the water while we are here.
As soon as we were all set up, as there’s a ritual of preparation both for leaving and coming, we enjoyed some appetizers and refreshments, giving the fur babies some snacks too. Then, relaxed watching the water until the sun set and we’ve continued enjoying the ocean with all of the lights off as evening’s glow rolled across the dark watery abyss.
Looking forward to waves as my lullaby tonight.
And seeing what Nestor may have to share in dream time, as I do sleep with her sacred box of ashes just to the left of my bed.
I have shared this before, but it has recycled its way back energetically as feeling important once again.
Today’s reblog comes from Gabrielle Roth – I just love her! – an incredibly influential teacher of meditative dance, creator of the 5Rhythms movement practice, and a shaman in her own right.
Gabrielle felt that physical movement was an integral key to unlocking spirit and integrating spirit with your sacred temple body. She was dedicated, heart and soul, to exploring ways to engage spirit and creativity through movement, but ultimately to “create life as a work of art” (something we both share) and to access unity of experience as a cosmic dance:
“Mine is the art of inspiring people to turn themselves inside out, transform their suffering into art, their art into awareness, and their awareness into action.” ~ Gabrielle Roth
Perhaps her words shared below may provide impetus to ignite your spirit to move through you:
“We all share the wound of fragmentation. And we can all share in the cure of unification. Healing is the unification of all our forces — the powers of being, feeling, knowing, and seeing.
I look in the mirror and I look out the window and I see myself and others struggling to be in our bodies. Struggling to know who we are and what we need. To like ourselves, rather than wanting to be somebody else, or somewhere else. I see our inability to relate, to communicate from the heart, to overcome our distance and alienation from one another. I see us avoiding each other’s eyes, at a loss to know what others need. I see people searching for direction, trying to summon up their personal power, longing for the strength to be independent.
The wounded healer in me knows that healing our driven selves comes from our ability to empower our bodies, hearts, minds, souls, and spirits once more, bringing them into vital unity. Spiritual healing means taking responsibility for being a whole person. We have to take responsibility for being a body, for having a heart, for possessing a mind, for awakening our soul, for opening to our spirit. We need to do right by our body, purify our relationships, use our mind for creative freedom and not enslavement, free the soul from the ego, and undertake the spiritual journey. A whole person is an inspired person, one who embodies the spirit.
Disease is inertia. Healing is movement. If you put the body in motion, you will change. You are meant to move: from flowing to staccato, through chaos into lyrical and back into the stillness from which all movement comes.
If you let your heart be moved, be open to the risk and the adventure of feelings, letting them work through to completion, you will change. Tears turn into smiles, anger into embraces.
If you free your mind to experience and complete each of your life cycles, integrating their teachings and tasks, you will change. It’s when you stop moving through life that you get caught out of place, that you react to adult situations with childhood emotions. Moving completely through your life makes you whole.
If you awaken your soul, you will change. Engage your characters. Watch yourself act them out. Master them, and you’re free to be, feel, think, and act as your distinct self.
The spirit in motion heals, expands, circles in and out of the body, moving through the layers of consciousness from inertia to ecstasy. Open to the spirit, and you will be transformed.
Movement is my medium and my metaphor. I know that if a wave of energy is allowed to complete itself, it yields a whole new wave, and in fact that is all I really know. Riding these waves means joining the cosmic dance that, as Dante says, ‘moves the sun and the other stars.’
Movement is the movement of change. In my experience, if you put your psyche in motion it will heal itself. Movement is the medicine. Each of us has the power and responsibility to heal ourselves, to be our own medicine man or woman. Awakening our innate powers of being, loving, knowing, seeing and healing involves ongoing work at all levels and in all dimensions of our self. In your deepest center, you are the stillpoint. You are the rhythm beyond stillness, the feeling beyond compassion, the sexual energy beyond celibacy, the life force beyond death, the vibration beyond inspiration. The moving center is within you.
…Our soul, our true self, is the most mysterious, essential, and magical dimension of our being. In fact, it is not a separate reality, as traditional Western thought views it, but the cohesive force that unites our body, heart, and mind. It is not a ghost trapped somehow in the physical machinery of our body but the very essence of our being.
Each soul is unique, and we are called upon to break out of the minimum security prison of conformity and mediocrity to experience our soul’s true magic and power. Like a plant it needs to be nurtured to grow and blossom, and to be freed from the entangling, obscuring weeds that tend to take over. The soul is an artist. Its nature is to create, and its natural expression is in the sacred archetypical roles of the dancer, the singer, the actor and the healer. Life is a cabaret, and our challenge is to act out our essential self on the stage for the world.
Though the soul is not a thing, it is our beingness, that which gives us being. So its presence and absence are visible. Its presence manifests in being awake, attentive, energetic, alive. It is the spark of life. It is absent or dampened when we lack vitality, elan, energy. It is the true self we are seeking in all our explorations, and yet it is not somewhere “out there” but right here now, underneath the false roles we’re always casting ourselves in.
Freeing the soul, freeing ourselves to be soulful, means empowering ourselves to really see what’s going on in ourselves, in others, in our lives. This seeing is not the ordinary sort of looking we’re habituated to. Looking operates on the surface; seeing probes beneath to discern the essence, the motion, the energy. Looking is just a matter of regarding things things according to our preconceived, static ideas. But as the new physics and biology have clearly shown, our surface impression of the nature of reality as static naively misses the truth of the constant motion and infinite space that truly constitute reality.
Carlos Castenada in “A Separate Reality”, gives an arresting example of the difference between seeing and looking. Don Juan describes the death of his son who was crushed by rocks on a highway. “The workers stood around looking at his mangled body. I stood there too, but I did not look. I shifted my eyes so I would see his personal life disintegrating, expanding uncontrollably beyond its limits, like a fog of crystals, because that’s the way life and death mix and expand. Had I looked at him I would have watched him becoming immobile and I would have felt a cry inside of me, because never again would I look at his fine figure pacing the earth. I saw his death instead, and there was no sadness, no feeling. His death was equal to everything else.” Later he tells Carlos that seeing is “hard work.”
Seeing implies detachment. Looking implies attachment. Looking is with the eyes. Seeing is with the whole being. Looking at myself in the mirror, I think that my nose is crooked and too big, my eyes too small, my hair too fine, my hips too wide. I judge. I assess myself by some external criteria that have by now become part and parcel of how I look at people. But if I stare into my left eye in the mirror I see only a still, perfect little doll-like figure of myself in the midst of a deep pool of subtly changing reflections, probably an image much closer to the truth. It is when I can see myself with interpretation that the magic of being, the pure wonder of existing is revealed…
… Life is sacred. Life is art. Life is sacred art. The art of sacred living means being a holy actor, acting from the soul rather than the ego. The soul is out of space and time and hence always available, an ever-present potential of our being. It is up to each of us to celebrate and actualize our being, and to turn each meal, conversation, outfit, letter, and so on, into art. Every mundane activity is an opportunity for full, authentic self-exploration. The soul is our artistic self, our capacity for transforming every dimension of our lives into art and theater.”
These photos from yesterday symbolically go perfectly with the post I just shared from four years ago, “Setting My Inner Horse Free For Good.”
I especially love the sea gulls and the feeling I felt when they came flying at me – a beautiful reflection of unbridled freedom that I now have, feel, and embody in my life.
Peace in. Peace out.
A freeing peace that can’t be touched by anything.
(I just so happen to be wearing a shirt that says “peace” inside of a heart – my heart)
Gratitude isn’t a strong enough word to convey the magnitude of it all.
But the feeling is in the photos…as they say a picture paints a thousand words.
I wrote this post four years ago, almost to the day, but came across it today when I was thinking about something to share that might be supportive for others going through challenges and making those big shifts in their lives.
Having gone through many “healing crises” time periods over the course of my own personal process, I feel it can be helpful to hear other people’s stories and know that there is hope and light at the end of the tunnel, even when you can’t see anything in sight and don’t even know how it will happen.
I’m happy to share that I did in fact set my inner horse free for good and am experiencing the greatest freedom and empowerment yet in my life.
It’s all been quite the journey, but well worth it. It helps you to know that each time you face a new challenge, you truly have the ability to transmute it and with greater ease and grace because of having learned your process and having come to know yourself most intimately.
Much love and courage to each of you as you embrace your journey.
Today’s sharings are more from my own personal journey, but our journeys are never isolated to just us, since we are part of a collective shared experience. I feel it necessary to allow our vulnerability to be expressed, so that others feel safe to do so as well. Perhaps some of the symbolism of what I share, rings true for some of you or carries a message relative to you. Since I know we are all experiencing so much right now, I will continue to share the inspirations and the learnings from my heart to yours.
I’ve always had a strong connection with animals since I was born – and horses were one of several in particular that I resonated and identified with. They pervaded my life in many ways. I dreamed of them, envisioned them while daydreaming to pass the time for hours on long drives, drew them, wrote…
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So yesterday we took a little stroll along the beach directly across from our RV site, on the other side of Pacific Coast Highway.
I began the walk with my bare feet in the sand and water – feeling my water nymph energy.
And as we strolled I found little treasures.
First, this sweet little white feather that reminded me of one from an angel’s wings with its soft, ethereal quality.
Then, this lovely little sea green piece of sea glass shaped almost like a heart.
We stopped to read a sign about the rest of the beach being private and off limits since there were houses sitting right at water’s edge.
So we paused there a moment and captured another photo of the peaceful beach that has mirrored our stay here in Malibu – serene and providing full solitude – when a wave came crashing in behind me and soaked my lower half as I squealed with delight.
We then proceeded to walk back and I decided to put my flip flops on to dry my feet a bit before heading to the car.
But the ocean wanted to play.
And more waves kept crashing around me.
The next one giggling as it took my right flip flop with it.
I tried to retrieve it, but it kept pulling it out farther than my reach each time.
It was teasing me and I laughed.
I then turned to Dave and said with an oh well shrug, “I guess I don’t need that anymore.”
And I surrendered to continuing on without my flip flop.
So we continued toward the little hill to the car when Dave stops and picks something up from the next wave that came through and says, “Look, the Universe gave you another”.
I looked in his hand and saw a black flip flop.
He handed it to me and I looked at it seeing how it looked very similar to mine, but different, and when I measured it up against my left flip flop it was the same size!
The part that cradles the foot had a little grooved design, where mine doesn’t. The shadows and angle of the photo might be deceiving, but it did match the footprint size perfectly.
It was also the exact same materials, thickness, and comfort in the rubbery foot bed, with same material for the part between toes and around foot.
You can see it here.
I immediately said, “The ocean and Universe are sharing how we are always taken care of and supported. We can manifest anything we need and are abundant beings.”
Attachment to things blocks the flow of receiving more and potentially better things for our highest good.
Letting go opens a portal for manifesting the new.
Worry, fear, stress doesn’t create more of what you want, but may actually repel it and create more of what you don’t want.
The ocean was playing with me, but in her play she was demonstrating a big lesson for life in this small, seemingly insignificant “coincidence”. 😉
I’ve had things like this happen a lot in my life and have heard the same from people I know. Some of their stories also involving the ocean, in fact, and washing things up on the beach that they needed and wanted right when they thought about it because they were also in alignment with life at the time.
In my own life I’ve had things happen like finding the exact amount of money in a parking lot by my car that I needed for something just laying there in bills without anyone in sight, opening my shopping bag when I was in high school upon return home and finding a little black skirt in my perfect size that I had wanted, but couldn’t afford to get with my school clothes budget, manifesting trips without any work on my part but knowing I was meant to be going for reasons larger than myself, an angel appearing in human body to help me with a flat tire when I was alone on my own, to even ducking out of a mandatory-half-of-my-grade speech in middle school I just for some reason didn’t want to do and honored that for the first time in my life (I’ll have to share that full story another time) and no one knowing I didn’t do it, but an “A” appearing in the teacher’s grade book for me.
We all have stories of these magickal little ways that life demonstrates how we are always supported, provided for, and can manifest anything needed (life lived abundantly).
This happens more often when we are living in alignment with ourselves, being more in our essence, and stepping into a more gentle, freer space of letting go, supporting ourselves, trusting, and believing.
My little story is just a simple and fun one, but the message is meaningful and clear.
At least that was my interpretation and perspective on it.
I find that makes all the difference too.
What’s your perspective?
So many synchronous alignments take place right before our eyes, but go unnoticed if we aren’t paying attention….if we aren’t present.
I was doing a quick little Tarot reading for myself outside yesterday and pulled a card from two of my decks.
From one I received “Spring Equinox”.
From the other I received “Into The Woods”.
Right off the bat, in the images, do you notice anything?
There is a rabbit in both of them.
In the first, she is holding the rabbit. In the second the rabbit is walking along with the Faery, hidden behind her gown.
There also happens to be a butterfly and owl present, which are both symbolism and guides that keep showing up for me as well.
Before I get to the message I received, you might be asking why I posted the first photo of my plants from the mini garden?
Well, look closer to what may seem not obvious and hidden.
Right after I pulled these cards and reflected on their message, I looked up and saw from the same viewpoint as is in that photo and immediately said, wow!
There happens to be a caterpillar cocooning (hanging from the pot in the background – hard to see in photo because the background stuff is out of focus, but look at the little green thing hanging from some gauzy white).
There also happens to be a hidden strawberry blossom in the foreground (under the dark leaf in the front). The only one.
When I pulled back the leaf I saw the beautiful red blossom with strawberry center that is emerging.
How perfect is all of that in combination with the message?
A direct reflection, confirmation, and manifestation.
All mirroring what is going on in my life currently.
All mirroring the reflections, messages, and support that is all around all of us, if we are present enough to “see”.
So what of the messages?
Well, everyone may interpret things in different ways, but what I received from the cards and all of the reflections was that I’ve been and will continue in a cycle of rebirthing right now…I got that this will continue literally through Spring Equinox in March.
I seem to be really following Nature’s cycles more than ever, which is why everything in my life aligns with the Moon phases, seasons, and Sun. And why I’m living more in a variety of Nature settings at this time, which are guiding the way.
So this will continue to be a time of clearing and simplifying, while redefining and recreating myself.
Rabbit, butterfly, and owl have much to share from the wisdom they embody and are helping me with doing the same.
Rabbit being my close familiar who shares my heart’s path. The image in “Spring Equinox” reminds me of me holding Cosmo.
And alongside that, “Into The Woods” shares that this is also a time of new experiences during much transition. (The card reminds me of the “Faery me” photo in Sequoia National Park I posted earlier today)
This is a time of moving between worlds and from one realm to another – great change that will take me farther beyond my usual realm of experience – if you can imagine that. 🙂
Time to take big leaps and go into unknown places that may feel uncomfortable and challenge me further, but all leading to greater strength and fulfillment. It’s a time of vulnerability and greater transparency with great rewards and blossoming of gifts from the courage I embrace.
There is no turning back from this point….only forging ahead, but with great care.
The image reveals a flowering forest lit with magickal star dust that assures me the journey is well worth any awkwardness of transition and is divinely guided and supported.
The card shares:
“And as she walks, something happens to her fears. In their place grow her fallen dreams; her shattered purpose begins to reshape itself. As she faces each guilt, each fear, in their place springs hope and faith, and she understands that her dreams can be recreated. She will walk on, and the world will cease to be fearful, but full of joyous potential.”
The rabbit in the card is her companion, much like in my life, and the rabbits assure me that I am headed in the right direction and are encouraging and supporting me to continue forward into what I’ve felt guided to do.
All of this would make greater sense, if you knew the work I’m being inspired to create…for the rabbits are my guiding force behind everything.
Amazing the alignments that reveal themselves when we really decide to show up in life.
While this may have been my personal message, it definitely could be one for the collective too, since the cycles of Nature and life are shared by us all.
Where do you feel called into greater depths of yourself?
Know that you, too, are supported when you commit to forging ahead, move forward without knowing the how’s, and follow what you know in your heart you must do.
This is a time of transition, but with great rewards if you take the steps and keep courageously believing.
“I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary.
I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.”