I continue to feel like months are being wrapped up into just one day and oddly, while time I know is flying by, I’ve actually been experiencing a slow-down and stretch of each hour. That time and space thing is definitely flexing its amorphous nature, sharing how it’s not confined to the constructs we’ve created about it in our minds. Nor, is anything else for that matter.

And equally so is the fluid nature of weather, here, continually shape-shifting at a whim.

We went from Spring days and bulbs-a-blooming, to a surprise snow storm of Winter in May just this past Saturday – again.

That storm brought six plus inches to our forest home, covering my gumdrop-colored flowers in blankets of white.

Two days later, it melted and my flowers were resilient, and continue to burst with vibrancy and joy!

But it did give us a Sunday return-adventure back into white mountain enchantment.

I find myself juggling a constantly growing level of projects both personal and collective that include home and family oriented things, as well as personal passion focused things. I’m also finding the in between times to be filled with energy dynamics and collective themes calling my attention from many directions, to be processed and integrated. It feels like a lot, but definitely important.

Because of my need to manage time, this blog update will be longer on visual stories. The windows I captured recently in photos and videos I feel will speak louder than words and perhaps also be a deep breath of nourishment to the soul.

I mentioned our leaving for a short road trip, which we did on the last day of April. We didn’t plan it to be over Beltane, as we entered May, but as always things just line up.

Right before our journey I found giant and perfect twin raven feathers on that warm Spring day – the bearers of ancient wisdom richly woven into their embodiment.

“Bearing dark wisdom in their ink-stained feathers, ravens embody the duality of existence, bridging the chasm between light and shadow. Like prophets perched upon forgotten tomes, ravens embody both death’s harbinger and the genesis of rebirth.” ~Thorn and Claw

Our trip was twofold – one, to experience a refresh of energy for our little family since the loss of two of our fur children that shifted things in our household and two, to get Sweet Pea to the top specialists so that we could understand her situation better.

The latter we did get, which was a second, highly confirmed opinion on her rare condition of bladder cancer and extreme clarity on how it’s evolved, a better timeframe for her days with us, and affirmation to what we are doing to assist and monitor the situation that is nearing a conclusion.

And the first was more than we could have hoped for in a very short three-day period. That’s the part that photos and videos I feel will reflect even better than I can describe.

But before sharing about the energetic gifts, I wanted to mention how amazing Sweet Pea did on our travels. She truly has shifted into a peaceful space. She didn’t make one peep the whole drive, as she laid in her bed on my lap in the sunshine and just rested and watched mom and dad, or looked out the window.

I would pick her up when I felt she needed to pee and placed her in her litter box, or she would climb down by my feet where it was, did her thing, and then climbed, or I picker her, back up. She’s such a good and brave girl. And she has continued to demonstrate her thoughtful wisdom and reflection, as she navigates her last days and imparts her desires to us.

We stayed in an area that was a block from the American River, which we spent each of the three days exploring, by either foot or bike, and one day by a large creek on top of that, while we waited for Sweet Pea to be seen by the specialists.

I wasn’t surprised that the address of our hotel turned out to be 555 – my messaging number of alignment and support and the parking lot we went to for Sweet Pea’s appointment – same as Astrid’s – was lot 55.

Each day was filled with utter enchantment and we were so surprised to find ourselves in such an oasis of magick in the middle of a city.

And yet, we do create the reality of our inner world lived out loud, so life is about alignment.

We went from our lush mountain forests and lakes, to another verdant world of wonder cradling the banks of a river that is fed by the very same Sierra Nevada mountain range that we live in.

Each day was rich with gifts – including treasures I found, sights for the soul, experiences of the heart and more deepening, beautiful wildlife encounters, and bubbled walks between worlds – like a rip in space and time surrounding us in etheric energies of support and subtle activations.

The first day I found five beautiful and long female mallard feathers along with a tiny one, another type of water fowl feather, and part of a deer’s jaw with teeth intact.

That’s the second jaw in such a short time span.

And on our second day, a wild turkey feather. Actually, Dave found it after I said that I thought it would be cool to find just one of their feathers since we’d been surrounded by wild turkeys so much.

We walked by an area where they’d been and Dave said to me that the wind would have blown any feather that could have dropped and pointed to where he thought that would be. So we walked over and of course there was one single, perfect feather.

Dave saw it first and I went over to pick it up – teamwork manifestation.

I was writing to a friend about an energetic transmission I had received regarding crystals, but the same thing I shared to her also describes what I feel was happening to us on this short trip. In fact, the conversations around this crystal energy was taking place while amidst the very world they seemed to be connected to.

Here is a snippet:

“…imprints of that nexus juncture and birthing ground…like the center point where the alchemical process takes place. That space felt indicative of where we are right now in our evolution and the cellular and etheric merging that’s being rewritten to mirror that interrelationship of all parts and experiences to more fluidly move in and out of them. It is a divine spark of creative force – a creative synthesis.”

I had some pretty amazing experiences of personal soul retrieval and integration that I can feel, even if I can’t explain it.

Some of the images I will share, might give a glimpse of that.

Especially this spot, upon touchdown, that I could have lingered in forever.

The energies and light were not seen by the naked eye, but felt, shifted, and moved with me.

Can you tell how happy this place made me feel?

We were there for Beltane – the first day of May – and all of the Nature experiences and encounters we had couldn’t have been more attuned to that energy than where we were and what was all around us.

It was incredibly powerful and nourished our hearts deeply.

On our first day’s hike we were welcomed by herds of goats, wild turkeys, a jungle gym of squirrels above us in a large tree canopy giving us quite the chatty and acrobatic display, osprey, hawk, great blue heron, geese, ducks, egrets, and butterflies galore.

This continued on our second day during two hikes of encountering more wild turkeys and goats, buzzing insects and butterflies.

Concluding on our third day’s bike ride of the same, plus a large doe and giant jack rabbit with the hugest ears and thumpers who leapt onto our path twice, both directions, and bounced along as if he wanted us to follow. We were in awe of the wildlife surrounding us in the middle of a city.

We spent quiet, reflective and meditative time along the river and soaked in all the goodness we could feel and see around us.

We constantly found ourselves alone, as if Nature was wrapping us in a blanket of softness and grace all to ourselves.

Everywhere I turned were the most picturesque landscapes and awe-inspiring visions.

All as if someone had peered into my dreams and made them a reality.

The heavens felt to be shining upon us and letting us know how held in love we are.

This time felt important to support what’s ahead.

Our hearts are full of gratitude.

Everything was alive on a level of vibrancy unlike anything we’d experienced in some time and while it was very much real and right before us, we couldn’t help to think how surreal it all was – like a waking dream.

Or perhaps, as if we’d dropped into another realm – a space where we could experience our own reality and that was being created just for us.

I wasn’t surprised to see the energies that showed up in photos we took – the streaming through of transmissions of this space in between.

It felt like we had walked through a vortex and this bubble was the meeting point of worlds that lingers in the liminal.

The part I will expound a bit more on is probably my favorite of experiences – our time with the goats. Perhaps it’s in part because I love and resonate with goats so much, being that I have so many strong Capricorn placements. I’ve always had a thing for goats since I was small.

But regardless of the reason, what went on between us and the goats was the most incredible experience for me that went beyond the amazing display we did actually witness, but spoke to the essence that encapsulated so much.

That included the energy of Beltane – how perfect we could share this on that portal day and without any planning or knowing other than divine alignment.

The little ones had me completely absorbed in the energy of joy, play, presence, divine spark, and creative exuberance.

Nothing else existed or mattered in those stretched-out-minutes of observing them. I could feel these fluid stories evolving in my head with dialogue and scenes for all the characters before me.

We sat and watched both babies and growing kids gleefully enjoying the warm meadows, literally skipping and springing with joy, nuzzling mom, bleating, crying, ears flopping, tiny tails wagging, resting in the long grasses, and both playing and brushing up on their adult skills of climbing, butting heads, and running about without a care in the world but the moment.

I could have lingered in that energy forever.

I’m so happy I took these videos because I will be coming back to these over and over to immerse in the energy I felt over those days.

And as alignment would have it, we actually rescued two little ones over the course of our time there. The first was a tiny baby goat whom we’d seen apart from the herd upon the start of our walk.

He seemed more feeble than the others and just resting while mom was off grazing a little ways away.

But later, on our way back, we watched as this little one was crying out for mom, alone and scared and had gotten himself into frantic mode.

It all had our hearts crying with him.

He squeezed through the electric gates and screamed upon the little shocks touching his tiny body. He got himself into the next area where the adult goats were and continued trying to find his momma, but each goat he approached would turn away.

So Dave climbed in and swooped him up to bring him back into his area.

He brought him over to me to give him some love and energy. He was the sweetest and I just had to give him a kiss!

He nuzzled us both and when Dave put him down he kept following and sucking on his legs. We tried to look for mom, but no one was coming. We worried and wondered if we would have to take care of him, but eventually we got the idea to bring him to one of the mothers who seemed especially attentive to his cries because we knew he couldn’t be left alone with night approaching. We placed him with this mother who had an injured leg and two babies, and to our joy, she and the little ones took him in. He was happy and they played. We hoped he’d be okay and that mom would return, or this family would keep him safe.

Upon returning the next day all seemed well and all babies were with their mothers. Phew!

The second rescue was on our biking day when we saw a little older kid with tiny horns who had also escaped and was out on the bike path crying. This one was much more cautious and would come to us, but then run away. We stayed with him so he didn’t wander onto the street and into the city. Luckily, the men watching over the herds weren’t far off and a woman saw us and told us she’d get them. They came and got the little one and brought him and two adults who they had also just rescued, back to the herd.

It seemed we were at the right place at the right time.

The magick of these days felt like an extended time-out-of-time experience that felt extremely nourishing and supportive.

Even just walking or biking through the canopied trails was like entering portal upon portal on what felt to be a midsummer’s day.

The temperatures were in the 80’s and with Nature buzzing, and the air thick with enchantment, it was as if we dropped into our own faerytale novel and were writing each page ourselves.

And I can feel these days and experiences with me still – especially those sacred moments that spoke to my heart.

It was a space that merged memorable and enriching on many levels with both bitter and sweet built in.

Every single sight, sound, sensation, and reflection held vast amounts of sacred and organic wisdom within it. I felt like my spirit had enlivened through it all and that everything in this little bubble spoke to the essence of what I hold dear. Something that would prove supportive for experiences unfolding – to remember the core things that are most important when outside influences may try to push me off center.

And just like that, our little oasis of enrichment morphed back into our home space on the forest.

We got to enjoy a day of Spring warmth before the one-day storm hit of rain and snow all day and night.

After our snow hiking, the day after the storm, coyotes were back in action. On the 5/5 portal we were being serenaded by their calls in the wee hours of the night.

And the very next day, while on our walk, we were greeted by a female coyote. I recognized her gender by the nipples on her belly.

She was either in earlier stages of pregnancy or had pups tucked away somewhere and was out hunting while they napped. The timing was perfect for either, as my research turned up that coyotes mate between January to March.

Another potent reflection, as life continues to invite more ways to embrace what IS so amazing about this Earth experience and the constant reflections of endings and beginnings wrapped up into one fluid continuum.

It’s where bitter and sweet meet that we discover the vitality of embodiment.

And who better to embody that vitality than the amazing Frith!

He has graced my evenings the last two days in very deliberate and supportive ways.

In fact, while I was writing this post, he literally came right up to my sliding glass door and peeked in.

The magick is real.

And despite the sometimes confusing way energy seems to speak to us, the clarity exists simultaneously in that stillness of heart.