Becoming Nature ~ Messages Woven Through an Interweaving of Daily Short Stories
Days are increasingly full and uncannily revealing. There are so many themes that keep circulating through, it’s hard to keep writing posts about it all, so instead I mostly write as spirit guides me and that is usually through a weaving of photos and reflections in summarization of recent experiences and things personally gleaned. In this way, each individual – you – can pull from it all in the way that speaks to you, just as I’m simply sharing what is speaking to, and through, me. Now and then, I do interlace some of the messages that channel through and some of the observations I experience. Today’s share includes a little of that combined with kind of a journal entry of interweaving stories that took place for me. Since I write less often, blogs tend to be longer when I do.
One of the things I will share more specifically is how I continue to experience – and hear of others experiencing similar – a pulling back while shining brighter.
What does that mean?
Well simply put, as collective energies unravel, I’m both experiencing for myself AND observing in others how we’re finding the rearranging as a marker for being able to, and needing to, step back while a morphing takes place and fuller, more expansive embodiment roots. Rather than persisting in roles of the ages, the role now takes form of being (one of the themes continued from my last blog post), no matter what one is doing…and in fact what one is doing may solely reflect being, or reflect something very different because of old contracts being released. This being is a being like no other we’ve done or known…and that is both the exciting and scary part, depending on you.
The key may be to recognize this invitation of release when it comes your way if you aren’t interested in perpetuating restrictive roles you’ve outgrown. This then frees the space for others who are now capable of and ready to expand into them, because for these people these spaces are their expansive invitation.
It feels to no longer be about searching out how to show up, as many of us may have spent years trying to figure out, but simply showing up and being okay with that no longer looking the same as it always has.
I am hearing this a lot from others – how doors are opening to huge transformation into a new and freeing form of being, yet they are for some reason finding themselves desperately clinging to the discomfort of the old and even keeping their power suppressed through conditioned narratives that perpetuate victim or sacrifice energy. And they share not understanding why or how this could be and in some cases, have relinquished desire to try because it feels too hard and there’s no evidence of where it’s headed. Instead, finding comfort in New Age narratives that are affirming to their story of resignation.
From my perspective, this is all more than okay, no matter the path taken, as divine perfection is in every experience and the emotional ocean is simply waves of human feelings being experienced. It only becomes not okay if you desire something more. Only you can decide if, when, and how.
I’ll likely share more around this theme for myself another time, but wanted to put this out there in case it speaks to you. For now, I’ll just say that I’ve been reflecting a lot the last two months since returning from being reborn in Playa del Carmen and this deep reset continues to rearrange things in my life. This is all only now starting to clarify into vision and align in terms of pieces coming together.
It wiped the slate clean and evoked a stronger embodiment that I not only can feel, but can hear in the resonance and strength of my voice and experience as an increase in personal knowing and trust.
I feel this time of great shift very deeply (to my sacrum – sacred bone) that is in motion collectively. This will look very different for each of our individual journeys, as well as our Earth Mother’s, although seamlessly connected.
I continue to feel that the energy waves we’re riding these days are inviting great potential, despite the stories being offered.
Listen within, anchor peace, bring more presence and curiosity, and don’t be afraid to write your own story from the heart of the child within – these are messages that spiral through me time and again.
Just the day before the Capricorn Full “Buck” Supermoon of the 13th illuminated rooted expansion, my tailbone and sacrum experienced an activation of energy pulsing through in a short, throbbing wave of recalibration. I usually only get this when there’s a major shift taking place and it just so happens that the energy of this Full Moon had focuses on the root and tailbone.
Regardless of studying, analyzing, or understanding how all the dots connect, things we experience are always divinely aligned. For now, continuing to have sounding boards and confirmations are a way to trusting ourselves once again. There will come a point, however, when we will be our own springboard. Perhaps you, like myself, are already experiencing that.
I see worldwide changes as an uprooting from illusory stability the collective may have thought they had and the comfortability they learned to live with, out of familiarity rather than choice and out of conditioning rather than creating. I also feel it’s all been a way to know ourselves – to know All That Is through the individual experience and a way to contribute our creative power to building bridges for journeying to innovative horizons never yet explored.
We’ve all just become bored with the game and therefore frustration is tearing things down in the desire and revelation of wanting and knowing there must be more. The duality dance has been its own version of a psychedelic drug diverting away from authentic empowerment and transcendent expansion. Struggles arise from a fear of disempowerment, yet this is the maya of withdrawals on our way to authentic creative power. Vision isn’t available since innovation is spontaneous. We will see it when we both believe and become it.
No matter any chaotic upheaval, as Mother Earth has always proven, things do correct and rebalance, as well as reveal the new seeds yearning to rise from the ashes.
These are but tiny glimpses and observations that stream through me, while through it all I am weaving my own thread of the collective creative journey in what I will say feels like a very smooth transition considering the changes be adapted to – likely because of this next piece I’m about to share.
Part of what I’m experiencing is not only an increase in that pulling back that I started off this post with, which has landed me in increased nature and extra quiet time, but I am feeling myself become nature and the majority of my interactions and focus are with the animals, plants, minerals, and elementals.
I found this crown that encircled the size of my own perfectly and mirrored the Buck Moon to me.
You can see the shape of it more clearly here.
Right before the crown appeared, Dave and I found a private nook off trail and felt like the honorary Queen and King of the forest when we were invited to sit on this amazing stone throne under the tree canopy.
You can see how perfect it is here.
Nature is the epitome of adaptability, so I’m grateful for her tutelage. She also always knows just what we need and just who we are.
And this immersion is not just about caring for my garden and yard or immersing in outdoor physical activities, but is really about what’s unfolding between nature and myself in terms of actual relationships, support systems, interactive experiences, deep conversations, shared guidance roles and role shifts transferring a majority of my calling/work to and with beings not in human bodies, and what feel to be daily indigenous and ancient vision quests where the innate within the multi-dimensional me is expanding and accessing more true Source power. Not a new thing in terms of my soul lineage, but it’s taken on precedence in the now as the incubation channel for evolving into something altogether different. So my quiet time is in fact a deepening into the language of telepathy during these experiences where words aren’t necessary, and in fact limiting.
That’s the best I can describe this and all I want to share about it at this time.
It’s no surprise then, why so many new, incredible crystal beings surround me after such a long period of very few. I’m no stranger to clearing the slate and rebuilding from the ground up, over and over.
This surge was indeed a deep reflection of the inner calling reset that I answered and then divine alignment had very particular crystal being frequencies come a-knocking. They have come in to not only nurture and create the new environment I knew I needed for this (and reflects more resonance with my essence), but also to assist the visionary creation ahead through the channeling of key codes to help access the knowing within.
Not only is my and Astrid’s room, as well as our meditative/channeling space, gridded with powerful crystal beings, but the path out from our room into the garden is lined in crystal being frequencies so as to bridge the nature within and without, and open the gateway for communications and interdimensional journeying.
These crystal beings have come to me via several divinely aligned channels, with many from my magickal friend Lisa Davis of The Lemurian Rose (I mentioned her in my last post as having shared a quote that resonated deeply). Lisa is a remarkable soul, kindred faery and cosmic spirit, amazing crystal healer and teacher, midwife and rebirther of her loves – Lemurians, and so much more. In fact, crystals are what brought us together, as several of my blog articles on them, Lemurians, and starbraries were the energetic threads that the crystal beings used as a bridge for our reconnection, which started as guest blogs and turned into friendship.
Souls like Lisa make transitions like I’m experiencing, such sweet ease. I’m actually holding in my lap one of the newest crystals she was a heart bridge for journeying to me, as I write this blog today. I bet she can guess who that is. 😉
And of course there’s Astrid and all of the forest beings of this alpine home we live in. We’ll save more about Astrid for an upcoming post, but I do have quite a few messengers and encounters that are relevant in story-weaving since last I wrote here. The experiences are increasing so rapidly and in quantity, that sharing about them may help paint the picture of what I tried to describe above.
I also find value in writing them out for myself, as it deepens the richness and relevance of what I know organically to be happening, in an even more profound way of integrating it on all layers.
The following will be a little journaling share of events to express the unfolding depths of late. The first takes us back to July 7th and my interaction with our resident baby Robins, but first I want to back up and share how this all came to be.
As you may recall, for the last few years Robins have been nesting in the eave above our front door. This, itself, is such a gift, as birds nest where energy feels peaceful and safe. I’ve been hugely grateful for all of the old nests I find – bird, wasp, and part of bee hives.
My nest mobile has grown again, with the addition of 2 more large nests. I’m actually not sure how I keep figuring a way to add more, but with some creativity and patience, the way is woven. I love bringing nature indoors and turning it into art – this piece fills a full wall and embodies harmony, a happy home, and the mystery of sacred geometry housed in the natural world.
I’ve shared about the past generations and now I share about the current one. I followed the entire process of this year’s Robin family from the very start to the very end, where as the past years snuck up on me and I found surprises greet me at aligned intervals along the way. This year, the Robins and I were aligned throughout the full cycle.
Robins talking at the front door called me to investigate, understanding that a nest was being considered here again. I found mom and dad, for a week or two, making decisions and then evidence of trial nest building. It was agreed and the nest was crafted…mud bowl sculpture first, then added stability of twigs, dried pine needles, and leaves. Chatting continued and I respected their diligent work attitude, focusing on my own work of rebuilding new life, as they did.
Next mom went about her loving commitment to the family, in unwavering nest sitting atop her sweet blue eggs. Not a peep, not a stir, not any evidence that she didn’t want to be anywhere but there caring for her babies-to-be. Dad would visit, bringing her food and chatting about how proud he was of her. She would look at me with sacred feminine recognition and soul trust, as she heard me share my admiration through the smiles in my eyes and the words spoken heart to heart.
“I see you,” was the shared dialogue between us.
After what seemed like two weeks, mom ventured from the nest and I knew life had emerged from these perfect cosmic blue eggs. This was confirmed when I found the blue egg shells I posted in my last blog, while doing yard work out front. Following the big event, a lot of happy chattering from eager baby beaks greeted mom or dad with food they had found to help them grow strong. But otherwise, there was complete silence from the nest, just as mom and dad had instructed them to do while they were away. This ensured their safety. But when one of them reappeared, it was an exciting reuniting.
I felt the babies, although there was silence and peeked out the front door a few times to connect eye-to-eye. Tiny tips of heads caressed the top of the nest with sharp little beaks resting at the edge and small black marble eyes like the cosmos itself would look deeply into mine. “Who are you?” they would ask. Sending them love and a little “Welcome to the world from your Faery Godmother,” I would return inside quickly, not wanting them to be afraid.
Eventually, I would see more of their bodies sitting up, as they grew by the hour and day thanks to mom and dad’s restless nurturing. At first, when only their beaks would peak out, I thought perhaps there were three. It turned out later, as you’ll see, that there were only two.
And that brings us to July 7th – the day that confirmed there being only two new Robins to the world and what would unfold as my own midwifing process, which I felt had started the day mom and dad decided to build their nest.
I had been there every step of the way and the family knew this. I would talk to them when I did briefly check on how things were going, and we would share in conversations from behind the closed door too. But on this Thursday of the 7th that relationship bond we had created showed its depths.
I was doing yard work that day – lopping away juniper hedges (more on that later) – and went into the garage to get something. Suddenly I hear flapping of wings and two little Robins come flying into the garage behind me. That was the day they chose to leave the nest for the first time and I had just happened to decide to do the work myself, while Dave napped, even though it was later than usual. I felt he’d done so much of the hard stuff with the digging out front that this was something I could take on.
Well, these two little Robins who were only just spreading their wings for the first time, were now chirping away and walking across the garage floor with little flutters. I immediately told them they went the wrong way and we needed to get them outside, as their parents would be worried.
They weren’t having any of that at first, as they joyfully chirped, “Hi! I’m here. Look at me!” back and forth across to each other and to me. Eventually I was able to herd one of them toward the open garage door with loving encouragement, crouched posture, and open hands, and that one took another attempt and flew low, but long and in the right direction – outside.
But the other one was a different story. This one just looked at me deeply and didn’t understand why he couldn’t stay right there with me. The more I herded him, the more he ran to the back of the garage. And then came to perch himself on the edge of a cardboard box filled with bottles of vodka my parents had gifted Dave.
I laughed out loud about his chosen perch. I told him he needed to go join his sibling, because they’d all be worried. I could hear her crying outside to let mom and dad know where she was. But he still wasn’t interested. I went to call Dave to come see what happened, and Dave peeked in with astonishment. I told him I would get him outside, so Dave returned inside and let me have at it. At this point the little one had gotten behind more boxes so I had to coax him out and he hopped back aboard the vodka box.
I still had my gloves on from the work I was doing, so I knelt close and said, “Okay, come on, I’ll help you.” I put my gloved finger out and he climbed aboard. I stood up and walked slowly as I talked to him sweetly. To say I was overwhelmed with this bond we were cultivating even more, is an understatement.
I made it across the garage to just two feet from stepping outside when the little one, who had been holding on all of this time, made a decision. All I heard was, “Weeeeeeeeee!” And his feet released and he fluttered in a curve, semi-circling back into the garage.
“Noooooo!” I barely got out, as laughter rose within me.
I had to laugh out loud. He wanted nothing to do with going outside. He wanted inside with his Faery Godmother. I was then crawling on the ground to find him under the car and tried to usher him out. He eventually made it to the inside garage door to the house – yes further in, rather than out. I watched him flutter himself up the one step and he just looked at me. Then he threw himself again and again, fluttering at the door itself. “Let’s go in!” he said. “Open, open, open!”
Yep, he wanted inside, not outside! Again, I laughed, remembering how Strawberry the chipmunk I saved in the garage and I nurtured inside the house until his release the next day, had told the forest animals about his adventure with Astrid and the Faery. After that, animal after animal would come knocking and peering at and through the sliding glass door. They were all curious about what went on in this Faery domain.
Now, fast-forward to the present, and here was this little one trying to get in the house. Despite the cries to him from his family outside, he was set on the house this Faery who had been watching over him since birth lived in.
Again, I told him he needed to get outside to his family and I cupped my hands around him to calm his excitement down from the attempts of getting through the door. Eventually he tired and understood with reluctance, hopping on my finger once again. This time, as I made it to the entrance of the garage door, his take off was in the right direction. But he landed only a few feet away under the manzanita bush awaiting me.
I could feel his wheels turning and thinking on whether to proceed as I told him, or try once again for the inside door.
“I love you,” he said as I came closer and looked at him.
“I love you too,” I said. “You have to go join them now. I’ll be right here” – indicating both that I wasn’t leaving and that we were connected in heart.
He cocked his head with one more eye-to-eye connection and said, “Okay, here I go….watch me now.” And he took off in a low flight to the neighbor’s yard.
I was happy he was out, but missed him already. I could hear the other little one crying to the right and told this one he needed to get to mom and dad before the night to be safe. I then walked to where the other chirps had been coming from and found the other baby in a low, thick tree on our land, with mom hanging out with her. It’s mom and dad’s duty to not only make sure to show them how to fly, but to get them to higher and safer ground as quickly as possible. Mom jumped onto the ground to thank me, but was worried about the other little guy. “He’s coming,” I said. And I left them all to do what they needed to, but sent energy that they’d all be safe.
The next day on 7/8 I was outside, again at an odd time for me, to dig holes and plant stuff in the area I removed. Dave came out when I was 2/3 done and suddenly I heard the Robin family talking. I excitedly told Dave, “That’s them!” And there across the street I saw mom and both babies all together! They were on the ground following mom like a little family of quail traipsing behind one another. Now and then a baby would flutter and disperse…but the cries ensued. I told Dave, “It’s them saying, ‘I’m here, I’m here…mom, dad, I’m here!’ ” When ever they separate they call to each other with little assurances to both say where they are and let them know they’re alright.
Eventually they crossed the street back to our side where the forest is and made their way back there. Phew! I was so relieved, as I didn’t like them being by the street where they had been and I knew they needed the safety of the forest. All was well, and our bond will continue…as I know they will return as they have these past years and soon these babies will have babies of their own that I will get to support and learn from too.
New life has begun and continues on.
July 8th was a big day – not only did the Robins make it back to the forest behind our house, but I found a dead lizard and this is the day the crew arrived to begin the huge fire-prevention tree cutting.
So, I’ll back up to the juniper lopping I was doing. This was part of fire prevention that we needed to do as part of the newer strict codes here. We had a fire fighter come out to show us what was necessary and one of the things was cutting old branches on our very tall trees up to a certain height and of course away from the house, as well as cut any dead manzanita branches at the bases of the trees and break up our big juniper hedge (these were there from previous owner) on the side front yard – all of these are fire hazards, especially the junipers because they contain volatile oils that can burn easily. He said we either could fully take all of it out, or create a break in the middle. This helps any potential fires to not continue burning. So, for now, I was creating the break in the middle. Dave had taken care of the tree branches with a tree branch cutter he got, and after the manzanita I worked on the juniper hedge.
After clearing, I decided to put a few fire resistant plants – two varieties of spirea – and a rock garden there to tie in with our rock path, boulders, and rock sculptures on the large front yard. I loved the spirea since I planted nine goldenflame spirea out front, but this time to blend with the green junipers I got two Anthony Waterer spirea and one, native mountain spirea that are all a darker green with the same pink blossoms as the goldenflame. I like them so much I may do the whole area with this at some point. I dug two of the holes myself, to give Dave a break again, which was a lot of work around old roots and rocky dirt, but accomplished! And he came outside, proud of me, then offered to do the last one. This was the result:
After the planting was done and I found and transported the rocks I needed for the overall effect I wanted, I then went about burying my lizard friend I found at the start of my project. He was just laying there in perfect condition on the rock path to the side of the house next to the juniper hedge with only his eyes having dehydrated and disappeared. He looked like he had just died, as if not for his eyes, he appeared alive.
I picked him up, and like with many little animals I’ve found around our house and elsewhere, I took him to the garden where his final body’s resting place would be.
The garden has become both a sanctuary and a sacred ground where the cycles of life are all merged together as one and in more ways than one.
And as I mentioned, this was also the day the huge tree cutting began.
Nevada and our area of Nevada is very on top of things in terms of fire preventative measures, which is so needed with the continued droughts, warming trends, and fires. And while on the one hand it’s heart-aching to watch the lives of several hundred year old trees come to an end, it’s a necessary part of life as we know it now. It truly teaches one to stand in unconditionally detached observation with only peace and presence in our hearts.
This current project involved tree cutting along powerlines behind all of the houses lining the National Forest, as ours does. I knew this was coming because a guy had come out a few weeks ago to survey and mark trees and he shared a conversation with me on the plans upcoming. They had to clear any trees within a certain proximity on the side of the forest to the power line.
Eventually, they will also be doing a line about 150 feet out. And so over about 3-4 days, crews came and took all the marked trees down directly behind our house and then cut them up and made piles of branches.
Someone told us they may be helicoptering out the piles, as they can’t bring vehicles through the National Forest.
Anyway, without prolonging what likely will touch heart strings, it is like a sacred tree graveyard for now in the midst of a bustling and otherwise lively and thriving forest.
When they first took the trees down and left for the afternoon, I went out back that evening and around to each of our trees and touched them, honored, thanked them and released judgments, as life is a complicated web and also a divinely unfolding one.
I took these photos, as the energy surrounding the area was very rich and filled with presence. I feel the lighting captured, helps to convey what I was feeling.
There was something about this stump that mesmerized me in the way there was this micro world within the core of this tree that looked like an enchanted realm in between worlds.
Dave and I found two pieces they cut that we saved, as it will be a way for life to carry on through creative art.
I had a pile of tree stumps we gathered recently from the dump up the hill, as I had a vision. These pieces from our forest trees will become a part of that, as eventually I will make little faery tree tables and stools with them. I will try to see if I can find anymore. This is my way to repurpose and recreate…from the ashes we arise again.
It was definitely a couple of days of new life and beginnings, physical life endings, and full circle eternal cycles of renewal. Unity of being. Creative energy in motion of undoing and renewing.
And so my life follows suit.
But in the midst of it all, my garden and yard plants are in their most abundant and prolific creative expression yet, and are still in process of surprising new artistic expressions since there are yet so many blooms on the way.
Even since my last post, just look at all of this and the magickal glowing light that loves to dance with the faeries here.
I’m in faery heaven.
And of course, 3 new additions found their home in the garden. Another of the sweet little exuberant rabbits with butterfly atop its nose – but this time a white rabbit.
And then these two adorable gnomes and this must-have gnome and rabbit stepping stone.
I actually have one more gnome and forest friends cutie on the way, but with each addition the energy expands here.
I love that my garden mirrors the great outdoors we travel through on our daily adventures here. The wildflowers are popping everywhere and some mirroring my own at home.
This first photo is of wildflowers out in the forest.
These next ones are of the variety of wildflowers in my garden.
Here are some of the other wildflowers I’ve captured recently on hikes.
And these are a few reflective garden wildflower captures, including the wild side yard where my red elderberry is flourishing amongst her friends – lamb’s ear, other berry plants, and some new comfrey babies. As you can see delphinium, geranium, salvia, lupine, lavender, and foxglove are currently showing off their colorful and unique gowns on the garden dance floor. I’m still awaiting many more beauties like lilies, hollyhocks, and my new sunflowers to make a grand entrance. While in the background, both of my mountain rose bushes keep flourishing with crimson and dark pink blooms.
My foxglove are just going gangbusters – tall, wide, and with multiple spires of abundant blooms excited to be at the Grand Summer Ball.
Here is my little elderberry that could!
This year I opted not to focus on my Garden Tower, as we have some moving parts in our life I wasn’t sure about so I just let what ever wanted to return on its own, do its thing. This is the only thing I water by hand. I have a lot of mint, some bee balm and pineapple sage, oregano, rosemary, and wildflowers happily flourishing. I had some free seeds, so the little plants you see growing are cucumbers.
There’s nothing, to me, like alpine Summers (although I’m biased to all seasons here). I’m so grateful for our physical wellness that allows us to traverse, climb, descend, cycle, paddle, and glide through miles upon miles of beauty here through all the seasons, as there would be no other way to really see and experience it all.
Hikes the last few days have been like walking through rainbow blossom carpets. And since I don’t have photos of these incredible, pinch-me, enchanted realms, let’s just say it’s beyond words except to sing, “The hills are alive with the sound of music!”
I love bringing the wild indoors now and then with little bouquet bursts to enjoy with a cup of tea in my Secret Garden rabbit with portal mug (love the synchronicity of my tea message: Let your energy be used to build, not destroy), but mostly I just walk in awe through my garden and know this is the way to sow hope and potential in the world…as the quote I and Lisa shared goes:
“We don’t create a better world by waging war against the old one. We do it by making art and telling stories that make a new world irresistible.”
The two of us – Nature and me that is – are cocreating in the vein of these words, with so much more yet to come.
On to journal entry for July 9th – marmot crossed our path. This is an unusual sighting and on this particular hike – a favorite of ours – we never see anything but chipmunks or birds. Yet in the area the marmot ran, we actually never see any animals, as it’s on the precipice of an almost moonscape area.
I love marmot showing up, as this messenger speaks a language I deeply understand right now in every detail. And that not only did this cutie run across our path just at the precise time we were there, after two people ahead of us had already passed, but then went and sat on a rock to look straight at us…was meaningful just to us – in particular for me.
I heard him through his stare, “Big things are coming, so be ready to make your move.”
Marmots are part of the groundhog and woodchuck family. Since groundhogs announce the coming of Spring, the rare appearance of this marmot spoke to me of renewal on very deep levels (they dig elaborate tunnel systems underground). The many tunnels they build speak to the many avenues I have available in this next phase of my life.
“Creative ingenuity, resiliency, resourcefulness, and readiness are keys for the changes ahead,” he says.
Marmots also point to knowing my boundaries (oh has that been a topic recently), speaking my truth (I’m on it Mr. Marmot!), and symbolizing magick and quantum leaps in consciousness (have felt that opening via changes in process and upcoming), but it all comes through going deep into the inner worlds, meditating/chewing on things before making decisions, and doing things in a different way that can lead to quick growth and expansion (Got it, on it, ready for it). My marmot friend kept vigilant look out with curiosity and timely intention, watching for opportunity, alertness to avoid dangers, and awaiting to explore when things align just right. When one is prepared, one can take time to rest and receive inner nourishment and that’s where I’ve found myself lately.
After marmot’s helpful conversation, it was swallowtail who I had a divine appointment with next, which I’ll get to in a moment.
It is now July 10th and on this day we we went on quite an adventurous new hike all the way up to the top of the mountain, had lunch there, and rode the gondola down. I found so many amazing raw quartz, as I immersed in the ascent like a mountain goat. This was the find of the day…a very clear and gemmy quartz on only a very tiny matrix with one side that created a nearly perfect triangle.
After the hike and right before I was about to sit down and finish a nearly 4 hour project, I went out into the garden just to energetically prepare. That’s when one of the giant swallowtails that we have here decided to hang out too and we converged. As long as I remained she did, and went about pollinating all the beautiful puffs of colorful wildflowers in the garden.
Butterflies have always been extremely connected to me from the start of my more conscious journey and her dual embodiment of vulnerability/fragility and strength/resiliency was a powerful reflection of life cycles that had continually been unfolding before me in recent days. She also spoke to the parts of me in her. Hope, endurance, change, free nature, rebirth/resurrection, personal growth, inspiration, and harmonic rhythm fluttered within me with every delicate move of her dance on air’s stage.
She confidently whispered, “Get ready to break free into a glorious new expression of All That Is channeling through you. It needn’t be loud, as your soft presence will pollinate in spreading frequencies.”
I watched her for several minutes, mesmerized by her beauty, grace, and assuredness. Here is a video I captured, as I wanted to be able to return to the enchantment swirling between us. I hope you enjoy it too.
Something ignited during our time together and when I returned inside to complete my task, it was so fluid and strong in ways I hadn’t experienced until then.
July 11th hawk sent support and confirmation via this sweet little feather.
The 12th then arrived, and of course many other nature experiences took place between each encounter I’m sharing, but these are the ones that became markers for me of a symbiotic depth increasing. On this day I see two dead raccoons in succession within a few feet of each other. There was another time period a while back when dead raccoons, porcupine, and other similar night creatures were showing up.
Seeing these two spoke to me of hindrances, hidden things, and illusions coming to light and being removed. And if one raccoon wasn’t enough, the second was an exclamation point. If things have been unclear, or there’s been a masking of intentions from others, this is an ending to these. It also felt like a reiteration of Swallowtail’s message about “getting ready to break free into a glorious new personal expression,” as an end to any kind of role I may have identified with or worn as varied parts of how I’ve been showing up is echoed with these raccoons. A new, now-authentic version is mine for the choosing and creating.
Seeing a dead raccoon is symbolic of change coming and entering into a new stage of life, released from all old contracts.
This same day, just a couple of hours later we were kayaking down the river and a lovely female mallard feather floated by along with her messages of innocence, nurturing, and sacred feminine energies. I paddled over to it, grateful for yet another gift.
And this was followed by the most sightings of little momma duck and duckling families we’ve ever seen at once. There were 20 ducklings in all, divided among four mothers and these sweet fluffs confidently swam along, eager to explore the bright world in front of them.
“It’s so beautiful! It’s so fun!” they all whistled as a shared mantra, welcoming in each moment with eyes of wonder.
All of this new fresh start energy and sweet purity was nourishing the child within me who will be rising even more with the trust and support of my own inner mother and father.
Are we seeing a pattern of life and death in the same day? Renewal and spiraling cycles of connectivity and simultaneous duality as the unified field of unconditional experience.
Then the Full Moon illuminated, and a deep, root chakra shift was activated, as I already shared. After all I’d been experiencing, it makes more sense now why. That morning of the 13th I also received an email congratulating and celebrating my 15 years since I became an ordained minister through the Universal Life Church Monastery. Pretty interesting day alignment, coming at this time of pivotal life changes – full circle closures and new starts, just as each of my nature friends were telling me about.
And to chime in with the acknowledgments of joy, Frith showed up on the evening of July 14th running exuberantly in half circles, back and forth, as I watched. He’s been growing and yet I love that he maintains his inner child zest for life and sense of comfortability within himself. Life moves faster out in nature, but he reminds me that every moment is precious, time isn’t what it seems, and now is a great opportunity to choose joy. He locks his big black eyes with mine in agreement.
“There you go,” he says. “Stay with that.”
Earlier that same day we went on another brand new hike on the north west end of the lake to be in fully clear air. We’ve actually been super lucky so far that air quality from some surround fires hasn’t been bad yet. There’s been occasional yellow range quality on and off, but always returns to green. So, we’ve been able to continue our outdoor adventures beyond the timing of last year’s very bad air quality that set in mid-July. On this day, the air went into the orange range for the first time because of the wind bringing through the Yosemite fire’s smoke, so we headed to the other side of the lake to green air. Since this day, we’ve had green every day again.
This six and a half mile hike was super peaceful and hardly trafficked. I ended up finding these three feathers – two Steller’s Jay and a small Great Horned Owl – both of which I’ve written about before.
I also found this amazing little raw quartz heart sitting atop a granite mix matrix.
From the back it looks like a little mouse with quartz ears, or a baby bunny. From the front, a perfect heart. It felt to echo the innocence and new beginnings flourishing within my heart and mirrored all around me.
I also found this lovely, ancient energy, lava rock.
I’d just been reading about the Sierra Nevada mountains and how they’ve died and been reborn again over tens of millions of years since their original formation 100 million years ago. I’d read about the volcanic scar and then here a lava rock appears.
Lava rocks are very grounding and strengthen connection to Mother Earth. Since they come from very raw energy, they embody rebirth and the shedding of unneeded layers – especially those of emotional attachments. Formed from fire alone, they provide strength and power while supporting stability through major times of change.
Another perfect friend for me, speaking the language I understand most.
Upon returning home, before my Frith encounter, I found my onion plant that I grew from kitchen scraps in full blossom. Until then I had cut some of the green stalks for scallions, but now I took the whole plant since it had come to full expansion and life cycle. Look how long it is!
I measured upon bringing it inside and it was a whopping 30 inches long. I cut it up, used some scallions and the tiny onion in a bbq stir fry, then saved the rest, including the blossoms, for other dishes. I’m seeing if I can sprout the root scraps again. I have unusual luck with things.
July 15th then rolls around and gifts me this bouquet of feathers.
Four more Steller’s Jay feathers and two more Great Horned Owl ones, including a larger and smaller.
Great Horned Owl presence is ramping up like crazy, as I spoke about in my last post. Owl messengers in general have taken center stage in the cosmic unfolding, speaking through from my star family and clearing the way for upcoming channels of communication.
So much around me in nature keeps sharing the same conversation.
And then something different happens.
So far there’s been a lot of contrasting experiences, although all with underlying richness. But on July 16th another lizard crosses my path and something new unfolds.
I decide to go out in the side yard to check on how my two new comfrey plants are adjusting after just planting them and then instead of going inside, felt led to the garden just to take in the beauty.
As I get there I notice a lizard in the water bowl! Right away I thought, “Oh, gosh! Another dead lizard?!” I go closer and this lizard also looks perfect, but isn’t moving. She’s just floating there with eyes closed. I gently take her tail between my fingers to lift her out and she just hangs there, not moving.
I place her gently on the ground next to the bowl, as you can see here.
She didn’t move and her eyes were closed, so I figured she might have drowned. I then notice her eyes slightly opening and decide to do what I can.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
I gently rub my finger down her back, petting her with love.
She still doesn’t move.
I then hold my hand over her and give her Reiki.
She starts to look half alive, with eyes open and little bit of movement at the neck like breathing. But she still doesn’t move.
“That feels better,” she whispers in gratitude.
I pet her more with Reiki love and then decide I’ll try to pick her up to see if I can do anything else. As I go to lift her and put her in my hand she suddenly revives and moves about a foot pretty quickly to the edge of the patio.
“I’m feeling more myself again,” she says.
I give her a little nudge and she climbs over the side border and makes her way onto the dirt under my rose bush.
“Thank you for being there,” she adds. “I was okay with things in either event, as I can’t think of a better place to let go in. I heard what you did for my lizard brother.”
We share an exchange that happens within moments, but much is conveyed. I then pet her one last time and after that she takes off. All is well.
I think what happened is that she noticed there were bugs caught in the water, or perhaps she even chased one there, and once she climbed in she couldn’t get out. She had resigned herself to letting go.
That’s one interpretation…and another is that she and I aligned and this was the shift all the integrations up until then had led to.
I saved a drowning lizard, or had she just given me an answer?
All experiences exist and reside together. Through surrender and trust the result isn’t important because you know that consciousness is eternal and if you’ve followed your wave of joy in the waters of experience, then you’re truly free and anything is possible.
A couple of hours after lizard’s resurrection, we stopped midway of our bike ride to enjoy a snack and rest under a juniper tree.
Dave (who’s unknowingly tuned in) remarks that we haven’t seen an eagle here for quite some time – he was referring to bald eagles since that’s what shows up at this lake on rare occasion. We both look up and a golden eagle circles us for a couple of minutes literally as Dave is just finishing that sentence.
We haven’t seen a golden eagle for years and the last time I think was in Banff.
The “golden” eagle felt to me like the alchemy of recent experiences all rolled up into one – a transformation into gold.
Golden eagle says, “This is the start of a new beginning and no matter what may seem challenging, successful outcomes will ensue and you have the strength to see it through.” As a divine messenger, he adds, “Ask and you will be given the answer, but only you have that answer so trust fearlessly in what you find.”
When an eagle flies overhead the key message is “trust” and the invitation is to step outside and distance yourself from any limitations, emotional attachments, and reactions so that you can see from a wider, more expansive perspective. Big movement is taking place below the surface even though outer life appears unchanged. There is something larger at work and that trust will see you through.
July 17th, following golden eagle I find a sweet little transitioning moth on our gorgeous hike.
I carry her the whole way in my hands – this is not the first time I carry a little winged one in process of transitioning. We both receive so much in this exchange. I notice the tiniest thread of life fading and I cradle her until it passes.
Her spirit tells me, “Let the light within be your guide and beacon. You hold the power of resurrection in your hands.”
With each nature encounter and merging, both a very intimate relationship ensued and a merging of souls took place. Conversations were between parts of myself, rather than with something separate to me. We were a part of each other. We are one.
And so these short stories have been the tapestry of my last 11 plus days. Each one piecing together the current trajectory I’m weaving.
Maybe you see something of yourself within them too, or an experience touches a chord and synchronizes with meaning.
The more I let go and trust, the more possibility I invite in – just as my resurrected lizard friend shared.
I’m ready for new possibilities, more than ever before. And I’m willing to take creative action to experience it.
How about you?
To wrap things up, I just wanted to let you know that this week will be the last week for items to be available via the links I’ll share below. I’ll be removing these pages on 7/24. This conclusion includes the 20-25% off Summer Sale, which has been extended to the crystals remaining. I’m still curious about some of these patiently hanging around, but will either end up finding a way to keep them for myself or finding them homes another way.
We only have 2 Dream Drops left. As you might recall, these are a one-time-only collection I won’t be repeating that merges a blend of essential oils and crystal infusions charged and activated during the Summer Solstice portal. There is one 10 ml roller bottle and one 2 oz spray bottle remaining. These include a bottle of Tigers Eye chips with Sodalite roller and a spray bottle with Lepidolite and Prehnite chips that include the essential oil blend of dried rose petals from my garden combined with yarrow/pom oil, and Egyptian almond oil in an organic apricot kernel oil base/smoky quartz infusion – see photo collage above.
Experiences have been varied and testimonials are still coming in on these, which I’ll share as they do, but include:
“The oil has had a calming effect for my anxiety from the moment I put it on” Nicole
“These are very healing for me so I appreciate very much that you had the guidance to make them. The Dream Drops are helping me with some injuries I have and raising my vibration too.” Edie Summers, Author of The Memory of Health, Wellness Coach & Yoga Instructor https://portlandwellnesscoach.com/ & https://my-daily-well.mn.co/ & https://www.blogtalkradio.com/thewellnesscoach
“Been using mine as a morning ritual to start my day, as well as an evening after-bath releasing and intention setting way to end my day and in both cases I can feel a change to my energy. I also found that my plants enjoy a spritz and my Reiki practice felt up-leveled with the addition of the oil. Oh! And my dog has been more calm these days, which I can only attribute to my feeling more calm from using the oil and perhaps him receiving an after effect benefit from the plant spritzing.” Janet
These solar and moonlight infused over 11 days with the addition of 11 raw Tahoe smoky quartz spread between two jars. I then blended them with the other oils and last, they were added to their designated crystal bottles and placed out in the garden for 24 hours over the Solstice. The results are very subtle aroma infusions, but extremely potent blends.
I love these for sacred anointing before meditation or any healing or intentional practice, Reiki Healing Attunements, before teaching a class or speaking before others, after showering or bath time, simply as a ritual to start your day with presence and added energy, a pick me up during the day, etc. Can be used on wrists, neck, temple, third eye, clavicle, or over chakras. Anywhere you choose. The larger, blue spray bottles also have crystals in them – each have a blending of two chosen crystal chip combinations you’ll see at the link also. These are great to use similarly, but spray on instead of roll. Or simply use as an invigorating mist to face, body, or a pick-me-up for any room or ritual.
The last two bottles can be ordered at this direct link where you’ll also find the amazing Larkivite Skull and Amethyst Flame, as well as the jars of powerful petrified wood still awaiting their cocreators to see them:
Then there’s the link for art, artisan creations, and sound healing tools here:
And last, Reiki certification training modules and Empowerment Series online workshops in the comfort and ease of your home at your own pace are available here: (Will add more testimonials soon)