The revolving door of cyclical shifts spins rapid shedding and renewal, round and round again. And the axis point to that rotation is our heart center that provides a resilient anchor and beacon for our journey home.

Autumn Equinox is upon us shortly, or Spring Equinox for those of you in the Southern Hemisphere, and the golden glow that befriends the shadows stretching across the land is the wisdom keeper who reminds us we are powerful walkers of the in between. With outstretched fingers, bare and aged, the limbs of months gone by still hold memory of the trees that stand resilient through impending storms of then, now, and yet to come.

Changes have come quick and changes have come hard, yet like the stones of yester years, the sands of time soften our edges and reimagine new forms that may one day even be the crystalline promise we forgot we gave to ourselves upon setting foot on the ground.

Hope and dreaming are secret powers – untouchable and yours alone.

Hope helps you remember that there’s more than this or that version available.

Dreaming helps you imagine and create the new and preferred versions.

On Astrid’s birthday – the 15th – I had another exchange with a dying sea lion on the sands of this sacred ground the indigenous once lived. We hadn’t been to this biking spot for a little over a week and as we approached, I wondered what sea lion might be awaiting – and there she was. Without going into full details, I had a long and layered exchange with the sea lion that aligned with my path on this day – grateful that what I’d processed with the others had anchored a significant change that enabled me to just be the bridge for fluidity to move through. We held deep gaze the entire time. I could see puffs of mist flow from her deep, releasing breaths. She turned belly up in vulnerable display to openly receive and give through the exchange. A vision of a tall, luminous female being in blue appeared, after starlight flowed into the sea lion and then materialized.

Alongside some personal messaging that included it was time, there was also this short message:

All is fading. Everything is changing. Be in the wonder of who you are.

It’s likely I may not share another blog post until we return home, as I’m diving into the next phase here, so I wanted to leave you with this one and my warmest wishes as you enter the Autumn doorway of your preferred version of the journey. So much has taken place in this ocean vortex of six weeks that it seems lifetimes ago since leaving home. I’m curious about the me who will return and what I’ll be returning to.

That’s pretty much all that I’m called to share in this post.

The rest I’d like to convey through music and images, as well as these short poems:

rebirth by Alex Elle

there will be moments when
you will bloom fully and then
wilt, only to bloom again.
if we can learn anything from
flowers it is that resilience is born
even when we feel like we are
dying.

The Beautiful Changes by Richard Wilbur

One wading a Fall meadow finds on all sides   

The Queen Anne’s Lace lying like lilies

On water; it glides

So from the walker, it turns

Dry grass to a lake, as the slightest shade of you   

Valleys my mind in fabulous blue Lucernes.

The beautiful changes as a forest is changed   

By a chameleon’s tuning his skin to it;   

As a mantis, arranged

On a green leaf, grows

Into it, makes the leaf leafier, and proves   

Any greenness is deeper than anyone knows.

Your hands hold roses always in a way that says   

They are not only yours; the beautiful changes   

In such kind ways,   

Wishing ever to sunder

Things and things’ selves for a second finding, to lose   

For a moment all that it touches back to wonder.

Here is another of my favorites from Narsilion for you to enjoy, as you gaze through the visual spell of coded dreamscapes captured on the Virgo New Moon, which we didn’t realize coincided with this doorway until we returned home from the immersion. The photos are storytellers of my experiences (listening, communicating, wondering, imagining, singing, dancing, merging, traveling, being) in these magickal spaces and throughout our time away in this in between. If you listen and look with your heart you will receive them. All of the photos in this post are from that day, although the forest portals will dance with the musical frequencies and the others with my and the poets’ words above. I chose this video version that doesn’t change visuals so that my own visuals I’ve threaded in can be the backdrop for the overlay of enchanting voices and music. I love that the visual the video does land on, mirrors the forest spaces I found myself in, as I moved through the portals from realm to realm. May they help you drop into the essence of your own richly woven being.