And away we go, flowing first with some Eclipse and Equinox musings to help you to partner with the energies, a reflection on last week’s adventures highlighting the power of play, and as always you can skip to the end if you’re interested in new offerings and updates.

As we move into the days following the Pisces Full Moon partial Lunar Eclipse, energies have built up toward tomorrow’s Autumn Equinox portal. Eclipses can stir soul remembrance and awaken heart callings. They offer nudges and whispers, but sometimes also more pronounced messages depending on our needs, toward the pieces of our path we may have left behind or even forgotten.

Perhaps, even, long held beliefs and unconscious patterning will also come to light in hard-to-accept ways so that you can rid yourself of their underlying affects that are confusing or obscuring higher self guidance. So, this is indeed an opportune time to really let go of the things holding you back, that are not aligned with you, and are taking up your time, energy, and focus as a distraction to your truest desires.

If you haven’t already, perhaps you might carve out some time to reflect on the transformational journey you would like to embark upon, as Autumn Equinox is the gateway for these transitions. Slow shifts and rebalancing can be seen all around us in Nature, reminding us that we, too, go through these cycles and leaning into them with greater awareness can provide a gentle form of change instead of experiencing harder, unconscious hits. Either way is just fine. It all simply points to our having a choice in how we would like to walk the journey and speaks to how brilliant our body wisdom and inner knowing really are.

There is beautiful sacredness in these shorter days, longer nights, and darker pathways up ahead that can birth amazingness from the womb of creation when we embrace it.

It’s easy to accept being accustomed to discomfort because it is known and you’ve learned a coping mechanism. Change only seems hard at first to step out of the habitual nature you develop around coping, but in fact the greatest ease and comfort lies in being aligned and authentic. The same habitual nature you’ve developed for dis-ease and unwanted experiences can be applied to ease and desired experiences. It took time to learn to accept comfort with discomfort. It can actually be quicker to learn true comfort once you experience how easy and amazing it feels and how much more energy you will have for your courage to change. The choice to do so and the first step will seem hardest, but with encouragement and celebration of each movement forward, you’ll soon develop an authentic system for sustained and aligned comfort.

We will continue to see false foundations crumble all around us, as they were never built upon solid strength and truth. The cleansing process we are going through individually and collectively may seem messy right now, but when you create an anchor to your essence, you won’t float far away from the strength of this center.

Once again this Equinox brings the ending of one cycle to the beginning of another. We are constantly in recreating mode and that includes ebbs and flows, and moving in and out of the sacredness within both light and dark.

This is a magickal time of thinning veils and revealing truths that step out from the in between.

It’s a true sacred reset enhanced with glorious color therapies of gold, burnt sienna, maroon, aubergine, brick, persimmon orange, and warm acorn to nurture warmth and inspiration through the transitions.

Bringing greater consciousness to your experience, thoughts, feelings, and actions will assist you in harvesting the pinnacle of things to invest in your best life yet.

Allow the old to fall away with the decaying parts of Nature that easily release in the wind. Watch as the remnants become part of the restructuring of the ground from which new springs forth, as it transmutes with the spark of life meant to live the next days out. All things reshape themselves naturally when we let go without judgment. It’s the process of alchemy inherent to our destined wholeness we carry in conscious being.

All things birth from the abyss of potent nothingness – the masterful liquid, deep sable ink of the Cosmos that in fact embodies the brilliant spark of the All. Let this be a time of listening to the body’s rhythms – that inner hum that orchestrates miracles we take for granted with each breath.

Recent weeks have felt like a natural preparation in my world for this transitional time period where I’m finally feeling ready to take a plunge that’s been hovering in my spirit stratosphere.

It’s always a little bittersweet to watch the seasons of experience end and begin, but everything starts to melt into each other over time and the contrasts dissipate into fluidity.

We’ve had the time of our lives this Summer made possible by the gift of our furry companions being part of and enhancing everything in the wider expanse of conscious awareness.

As I mentioned in my last post, a lot of Astrid’s presence has been experienced in these days leading up to important markers for her and with these Moon and Equinox doorways. She’s been reminding me of a promise that is time to make good on, while knowing she’ll be right by my side with the others to support the process.

We also had a chance to embrace these cyclical transitions and reflect upon the next phase of our lives with our dearest friends that visited all last week.

It was an extremely rich period that was bookended by sentinel waymakers who held space for our journeys of deepening heart and soul-led lives.

If you have been following a while, you’ll remember KC and Clint (aka Bean and Happy) from past posts and the adventures we’ve been sharing with them since our star paths aligned. I won’t go into all details of our time together, but some of the highlights feel worthy of mention and reflect how one can continue to keep the inner child alive no matter how many years fly by.

The day they arrived, we ignited our coming back together filling our tummies with yummies while sharing conversation on our back forest deck. Time together is always like we’ve never been apart, picking right back up again with seamless and always playful flow between us.

It was then that a golden coated baby bear wandered along the trail that lines the trees. Clint caught glimpse of this jewel of the forest, calling our attention to turn around.

We never caught sight of momma bear, but figured she mustn’t be far, as this little one was quite small and likely barely a year old. She/he moved quickly about the bushes that revealed how tiny this cub was – disappearing when behind them or with only hints of sunlit fur framing the leaves.

I saw this little one stand up on hind legs for a moment to sniff in the curiosities floating in the air and hanging on towering tree arms reaching toward her/his nose.

The only two photos captured were this top one by KC where you can see just the golden coat outlining this sweet soul. And the bottom one I captured where the cub moved out of the light and a bit more of his backside peeks through the bushes.

It was a special experience and truly marked the essence of our week – being in childlike wonder and joy throughout our adventures and also highlighting messages that came through in a potent, shared Faery Oracle deck reading on one of our last evenings together.

And the last long morning we shared before their early start back home the next day, it was wild rabbit who graced us with her/his energy.

Again, this was a young one – not Frith, although Frithesque, so perhaps one of his offspring now growing up.

Fellow bun mom, KC, and I watched this little one move about our deck and hop in and out of my potted plants to feast on bunny delicacies.

Peek-a-boo! I see you!

All around this sweet bunny love, and each day, we’d watch a family of little chipmunks zipping about the lower and upper deck areas, my garden, the meditation spiral, and yard.

Playing, seasonal feasting, chasing one another, and engaging in sibling shenanigans they were. There was a lot of child energy dancing all around and within us.

Our week was full of daily adventures, physical activities, delicious vegan food, and relaxing nights of connection sometimes accompanied by vegan hot chocolates and golden mylk drinks, a movie, tarot readings, or simply good conversation.

Each morning Dave would make us fun themed lattes for the child at heart, and I’d prep us all a different vegan breakfast feast to fuel our day – from stuffed waffles filled with chick’n filets and smoked tempeh bacon and veggie cheezy omelets, to hearty mountain skillet pancakes of white and dark chocolate chips and banana to savory tofu scrambles. We was good to go! We also never left home without tons of yummy snacks in our packs and then enjoyed the amazing vegan offerings of some of our favorite local restaurants.

This group definitely loves their food and we know the importance of fueling up for all the physical activities we all love to do.

These activities included some of everything – like a box of chocolates to choose from for sure.

Several attempts in the past had not worked out for our friends to make their annual trip here, but Uni was helping us to hit all the marks for this one, gifting us perfect weather for every activity we chose and all things just flowing with ease.

Our first day’s immersion together was a full day of kayaking on the crystalline waters followed by beaching it for a while on two different beaches.

It was a gorgeous day and the water conditions were absolutely perfect for paddling the few miles we journeyed.

We did more mileage than usual, as the experience was just too amazing not to embrace the most of.

For us, it doesn’t get any better than this.

I can’t get enough of Tahoe waters rich in all shades of Caribbean blues.

This alpine lake was once an inland sea over 100 million years ago.

The ancient energies run deep and Lemurian essence can be felt in the crystalline liquid silk, the ancient stones formed by volcanic activity that birthed the mountains all around, as well as can be felt in the giant mother crystal that is held within its hidden depths.

It truly is pure magick to be held in Tahoe’s powerfully nurturing and transformative energies that run deeper in experience than the five senses alone.

This is the day when “skull” energy started showing up as a theme for our group.

The first appearance was this reflection in the water that we found at the beach we paddled to.

You can see the natural markings on the stone created a perfect skull face looking back at us while Bean and I were rock and quartz hounding along the shoreline.

The second took place back at our main beach where we started from and returned to for lunch and relaxing.

Two of the cutest little girls – sisters – were playing in the water in front of us. KC complimented the youngest of the two on her mini kayak. She didn’t hear, but her older sister did and told her younger one while thanking KC. Moments after, this little girl we now knew was named “Winter” walked up to KC and said “thank you” and handed her a special rock gift she wanted her to have. We were floored by her sweet faery ways.

Later when we returned home, KC was looking over the rock and called me over. There was the tiniest of perfectly and naturally etched-in-black skulls on one side of it. Winter knew!

The next day winds picked up making it a perfect hiking day to a new destination for all of us to Grass Lake. We started the journey from Lily Lake and wound our way up and up through varied terrain.

The wind made the sun-exposed climb up very comfortable and along the way KC and I were exploring all the magickal finds including faery balls containing one star seed inside, quartz, rainbow colored metamorphic rock, and quartz infused metamorphic rock, as well as me finding some feathers, other Autumn items for Magick Rabbits, and the first Amanita Muscaria surprise in Tahoe this year.

It was just the cap of one, but this definitely was Astrid-linked since I’d been talking about her and KC and Clint have been very connected with her throughout her life as well.

Skull energy kept knocking too. This time it was Dave who pointed up to the rock wall mountain facing us on the hike and where he’d noticed the most perfectly carved giant skull peering down on us.

It was haunting in a good way. This skull kept watch over us the entire way up half of the trail.

We kept being taken back to our love for the Goonies through the things we kept seeing and experiencing – and of course because we are forever Goonies at heart ourselves.

It was another great day of mixing things up so that we were always using different muscles and tickling different senses alive.

Next up a full day of biking.

Our friends have e-bikes and we have regular mountain bikes.

So, we thought it would be fun, and a way to keep us all at an even pace, to rent pedal assist e-bikes too.

This would also make the thirty nine mile ride one where we could talk and have a bit more leisure.

We biked from Meek’s Bay all the way to Palisades enjoying rides through forests and along the lake, river, and meadows.

With the four of us there is never a day that goes by without laughs, playing, and luxuriating in embodiment from the inner child out.

And yet our hearts also run deep, so explorative conversations come easily especially when we’re also surrounded by nature who reflects this embodiment of dichotomies so well.

That day happened to be their twenty-six year wedding anniversary and we just happened to have a reservation at a restaurant in one of the casinos that has a vegan menu.

Shifting gears, we got dressed in fun attire, shared a meal by Gordon Ramsay of Hell’s Kitchen that included this smokin’ Coconut 3-Ways (Coconut Sorbet, Mango Passion Fruit Gelee, Coconut Croutons) dessert on dried ice, and then had a little fun in the casino.

The boy’s tried their hand at poker while we went off to the slots. Not something I ever do except at times like these, but makes for fun with friends with all the flashing lights, colors, playful characters, bells ringing, and cheer dances to keep the wins a-comin’. Bean and I use our faery senses to choose where to go and when to move on.

We both got enchanted by the faery slot machine and we kid you not, she wouldn’t let us leave.

In fact, when we did, another faery slot popped up where we both swore we never saw her. Needless to say, there were no big wins of the night, but there weren’t any large losses – only win-wins of giggles, silliness, and faery friendship bonds that never break.

We all opted for a lower key physical day next, which included a short hike to find giant Sugar Pine cones for Bean, mini golf, followed by lunch, and Tarot readings.

It was definitely a Magic Carpet Ride for us, with tons of laughs, 28 enchanted holes to take a swing at, and even ended with both KC and I winning little prizes from the indoor game arcade!

There were so many fun holes that reflected things we love and to match the rainbow joy of our hearts.

Including giant, colorful mushrooms galore to match my mushroom and butterfly outfit and all the magick mushrooms I keep finding!

We played as teams split boys versus girls. KC and I were team Holey Rabbits!

And we all in fact hit one or more hole-in-ones. It was a super close game, but the Holey Rabbits did in fact come out 1 point ahead!

Even with all the rainbow bloopers. Practice makes perfect!

Weeeeee!

A great day ended with food coma from delicious vegan Mexican food.

That evening we had the greatest connecting and team support time together. I got the nudge we should each pull cards from the Faery Oracle deck to help us with the theme for the next leg of our life path. They were dead-on and we nurtured each other with the messages and guidance for the road ahead. We’ll be cheering each other on and on and on into the days to come. These were very revealing, helpful, and exciting since they reveal where our highest potentials and heart callings point.

Our last full day was once again the perfect temperature for an end-of-Summer beach day.

And that’s literally what we did.

We beached…all…day…long, enjoying the delicious vegan options at the beachside restaurant they bring right to your blanket and umbrella.

Eight hours of sun, sand, water, good food, friends (three of our locals also popped in), and even KC’s cousins came up from Reno to join the celebrations.

A week well lived.

And truly that’s what life, for me is all about. How well I can live each day with joy, peace, and highest thriving.

As I said, and will continue to repeat…I live to outlive myself.

Farewells, even if just for now, are always hard. But the week did come to an end, which marked the beginning of course of new adventures on the horizon.

After big hugs and waves, Dave and I did our five mile roundtrip walk to the beach and back from the house. This day would have been Astrid’s tenth birthday – 9/15 – and I wondered what she might have in store.

As we walked through the forest I said out loud to Dave, “Maybe I’ll find a mushroom or feathers, or a special stone. Let’s see what shows up! It’s Astrid’s special day so she’ll send something through.”

And in usual magick rabbit style, something did. A few something’s in fact, but her signature Amanita Muscaria mushroom was the icing on the cake.

I took us to the magick mushroom trail where last year I had found so many there after Astrid’s transition. This year we’d seen none in Tahoe. Only the one cap I mentioned finding when exploring with Bean. The other bunch were in Yosemite, as I shared in my last post, although still in the Sierra Nevada Mountain range that we live in.

But on Astrid’s birthday, right on the side of the magick mushroom trail, there it was. One full enchanted Amanita Muscaria – it was pale in color and already drying, but it was there and meant just for me.

Happy Rebirth indeed!

Before the mushroom I found eleven bird gifts including Steller’s Jay and Ptarmigan feathers.

And after the mushroom we saw a momma ptarmigan with two tiny chicks, which is unusual at this time of year. They have babies in Spring and early Summer so this was a rare sighting following along the lines of magick mushrooms appearing.

This also felt like rebirthing energy inherent in the cyclical times, despite what it seems. Endings always give way to beginnings. I do in fact have two parts of my path rising from the ashes right now – so I imagine that while these two little chicks will be facing cold and Winter soon, they have the resiliency to make it through. Soon they and mom will turn pure white to match the snow blankets that will cradle us here in potent cocooning.

This day – Astrid’s Earth birthday and the departure of our friends – also brought in a swift sweep of drastic weather shifts including winds of change, temperatures rapidly dropping twenty degrees, and cleansing rains across the land.

Literally everything was in divine alignment with our plans to provide the perfect window for our week together and the perfect window we needed after to get things done around the house, plus reflect upon all the potent things we opened up before the cold winds, clouds, thunderstorms, and rain moved in.

There always seems to be this incubation period between resets where things go through a very pronounced clearing to prepare a fresh slate.

We’ve had some really cozy and beautiful in between days since then, as mountain weather shifted. The lighting in the garden at sunset and dawn has felt like the golden hour and even howling coyotes have accentuated that feeling too.

And sunsets have been filling the sky with colors between the trees along with mystical clouds appearing like a second mountain range above the other reality below them.

Temperatures have now picked back up after that window of change blew in for five days and we’ve returned to the 70’s with that coming-home-Autumn feeling in the air to welcome a new season in.

Part of that welcoming was me purchasing two bags full of 185 new bulbs yesterday including tulips, daffodils, hyacinths, crocus, and alliums. I’ll be planting them this Fall after I do my seasonal prep to get everyone ready for their long Winter’s nap.

I’ve been excited for today, though, as we are headed out on a crystal expedition with our friends to a new spot I learned about since we came back to Tahoe, but never went. It will be a perfect way to prepare energies for Autumn Equinox tomorrow. I am curious what wonders and gifts await me there.

For now, I reminisce about the amazing year this has been for rock and crystal hounding, finding nature treasures in general, incredible encounters, experiences, openings, and connections, and simply basking in my explorative heart’s, forever-child wonder.

To add to the beautiful nature and crystalline energies of seasonal celebrations, I have two new collections to offer from my heart to yours.

You can view the second small Magick Rabbit collection that includes 5 bunnies featuring Summer’s End to Pre-Autumn vibes here:

Magick Rabbits

And a mini crystalline release of 1 special skull and 2 crystals (with a 3rd crystal I’m taking names with interest on a list for now) here:

Crystals & Crystal Skulls

FYI: We might be away on a different camping immersion next week and if so, shipping will resume the 27th – 30th. But I’ll try to get what I can out this Monday, if possible.

Intuitive Guidance Sessions have been extra fun lately and the team work of partnership is on fire with alignment and readiness. If you would like to team up together, I’ll be offering the specials through end of the year. And just a heads up that many of the offerings may not be continuing on into 2025, so if you have something you’ve been hesitant to work on this is a little Uni nudge and hint.

Intuitive Guidance Sessions

Shares will be taking a turn after today, as will my focuses, and even my website while I reset and revamp over the coming Autumn into Winter months.

Magickal Autumn Equinox Wishes to all!

After just winding down a fun, magickal, and integrative week with visiting friends, I’m back to finish up the second round of Yosemite adventures we completed before their arrival.

With what would have been Astrid’s tenth Earth birthday arriving just this last Sunday after her recent one year transition anniversary, indeed her energy has been highly present in my life. You’ll notice that in today’s share and the next to come. Recent longer blogs are also winding down after these next couple of shares, as I transition things on my end.

Things happened quickly and with a wink of the eye and twitch of the nose, we found ourselves transported back into the next chapter of our Yosemite Pages. This would be our seventh backpacking and camping trip so far this Summer season, and a nearly back-to-back journey from our first adventure in the park.

Our upcoming November cabin-based trip will mark eight, although we are making plans for more journeys between now and then and throughout Autumn, to milk this year for as much as we can possibly enjoy. We’ve really hit the ground running with this new addition to our life that’s been gifted to us by our fur children who now travel with us where ever our hearts are led.

So, just five days after our return home, we packed the car back up and hit the road once again. We hadn’t planned it, as we were going to just stick close to home before our friends arrival for the week following, but the All and Astrid had more in store for us.

Dave went online the day before we left, just to see what might be available in terms of campgrounds and one campsite had just been released from reservation that looked great. Usually everything is booked well in advance, so this felt like a sign. He asked if I was able to go, since I was immersed in work and a different trajectory in mind, but I said, “Yes, just give me today and I’ll be ready to go.” He booked it and then I had a feeling to ask what the campsite number was. He said with a lit up smirk, “Forty-four!” I smiled huge knowing all was in divine order. He knew too.

I completed my timely to-do’s and we went to bed with dreams of another adventure ahead.

Astrid visited that night before take-off and in the dream she came to sleep curled up by my side under the covers – just like the bears do. I learned later that this was her way of saying, “Watch for me by your side in the days ahead and for the messages of guidance.”

Another short road trip, loaded car, and veggie filled burger bun stop later, we touched down at site #44.

This week’s trip we opted for a campground base for day hikes to sample another way for these journeys. Without weight limit we could bring more things and so we were excited to try a new version of home-away-from-home.

Site #44 lived up to its magickal energy, as it had an amazing setting. Surrounded by a thick forest of trees to the left and back, a forest of stones to our right, and outcroppings throughout, it was an ideal location for our wild hearts. Not to mention it had a seasonal creek bed with late pond remaining, an outhouse right next to us, fire pit, and two picnic tables – all without sight of anyone, although there are fifty-five sites in this unexpectedly half full campground.

The moment I set foot out of our car, my eyes caught glimpse of a mound of mushrooms. I thought, how perfect as that very morning I had shared mushroom musings on my Instagram page.

Instant manifestation had just begun to match my focus.

After that, mushrooms continued to appear EVERYWHERE in the forest surrounding our tent. I was literally in awe of just how many there in fact were from tiny to giant sizes.

Every footstep I made was light as a faery, only barely touching the ground as my wings helped me to glide.

The entire floor of the forest rose through the old pine needles and brush, with every variety of mycelium consciousness readied for their debut before the sky.

The moss covered creek bed was also a playground for tiny ones to dance upon the green carpets.

And every tree base, root, log, and high grass were a gathering place for new and old arrivals to commune.

The Fae were felt strong here and I was tickled that #44 was a ballroom of magick mushrooms for me to waltz in.

And dance I did with a white and peach adorned moth matching many a mushroom knight in this enchanted forest castle. She appeared with Astrid in thought, then floated on the air and twirled around me and my hands, leaving pixie dust tingles at my finger tips.

And then my heart skipped three beats…directly behind our tent the wonder of Astrid awaited my discovery.

There, leaning into each other, a perfect pair of Amanita Muscaria mushrooms snuggled together.

Palest of yellow gowns loaded with white polka dots, they looked like a soft sunset merging with a star-filled night sky.

As you may recall, Astrid brought through these rare mushrooms the day she transitioned.

And they continued to show up last year when ever I was thinking of her.

Well, this trip in between her transition day and birthday, was the portal for more.

They were not your colorfully vibrant variety, but ethereal nonetheless.

I couldn’t get enough of these magickal ones and was inspired to give them their own enchanted photo shoot, as you can see.

The finding of a new owl feather right near them was icing on the cake of confirmation and a wink of stardust from the Cosmos.

AND, these were not the only ones to be found.

I had wondered if this year would bring any of these enchanted ones my way, as we’d seen none so far in Tahoe, and #44 was the angelic doorway for them to enter. Only this time it would be in Yosemite that they wave for my attention.

I spent our first lazy, late afternoon and evening foraging the area – and wonder upon wonder giggled forth from the Earth.

Literally hundreds of mushrooms, a bone, a new owl feather, and a third elder, etheric Amanita called out in a soft shade of gentleness.

It was a sweet welcome for my arrival in this hall of wonder.

I even discovered a magick stone that had been thrust to the light by mushroom trumpets piercing the air with their song. It hummed ancient chants in my hand.

My faery heart was fully satiated as if I’d just returned from a Beltane feast and gorged on the finest of Fae delicacies.

When I thought I couldn’t possibly feast my heart on more sustenance to strongly strum her beating chambers, the faery tale leapt off the pages and walked beside my biography of life.

Stepping out from the out house, my Fae senses turned me left, although my path led right.

Sweetness pierced my heart from the vibrations she emanated. She was smaller than my jolly marmot friend of the last week, but brave and bold nonetheless.

I felt Astrid immediately.

Soft words quickly uttered from my mouth to her ears and the dance began. Noises through the campground had her senses on alert, but the more I spoke, the more she desired to stay – and so the next story was written.

I called to Dave with lightness of tone to come see and bring me my cell phone, as I hoped to capture what I felt would be an extraordinary memory I’d want to return to and gaze upon to receive the energy exchange far after the experience faded.

It’s an experience I knew no one would likely believe, but me. Even if they saw it, what was happening in the unspoken realm ran so deep.

She moved about, unsure of the oncoming company, but stayed with me. After they said quick hello’s and Dave departed, she returned to lock hearts with mine.

Our telepathic communication was so tender and soothing.

You could see her nestle into the comfort of our connection even if no words were spoken from my mouth.

This continued for a while until a man came walking down the path. We both didn’t want to share the space of our connection, so she went off left to the forest and I followed to the right.

Dave and I both watched as she scuttled across the forest brush, feasting here and there. Then scrambled upon the royal rock gallery both of us had marveled about earlier – saying the stump looked like the throne and the rocks were the regal fortress surrounding and designating it sacred ground.

Queen of the Wild Woodlands she sat. And our rekindling of friendship continued.

She shimmied down back to the field of late Summer grasses, lanky field flowers and puffs gone to seed, and mushroom pathways she knew by heart.

We walked alongside each other as equals – as long lost friends – remembering the days this was not a foreign thing to do as it is to most now – a memory, a tale, or even a dream.

But no, we were living it – a reality without room for disbelief. The heart is the gateway to any dream come true.

She disappeared briefly and I stopped to wait and see if this was the end of our walk together.

Oh no!

She rose once again to the top of the next stone throne so that we could gaze eye-to-eye at the same level of mutual horizon.

Here we spent timeless space shared in conversation and exchange, connection, and even a song.

We spoke of many things and I told her stories and private thoughts, which she listened to intently – moving into greater and greater comfort upon her stone throne.

Her eyes spoke of wisdom, love, and kindness.

Sometimes she’d lean forward with belly flat across the top of the rock and head laid to rest to hear me.

At times she sat up and her eyes sparkled with understanding.

And I in my most marmot Fae way, mirrored the same to receive her transmission. My thoughts were vulnerable, my thoughts were caring. I shed some tears, feeling the immense beauty of this gift that was being given to me and gratitude for the channel that was opened for this movement of energy between us. We deepened into telepathic exchange of giving and receiving.

I felt Astrid close in this exchange and then I offered her our song.

Twice, in fact, I softly shared the words I sang to Astrid when she returned to the stars and this Queen listened and leaned into it, encouraging the second repeat caught in this video.

It was getting late and chilly although I hadn’t noticed the latter until Dave came looking for me. Time had slipped away from us, which was why he came to make sure I was okay and where I was. He saw the two of us together and stayed away so as not to scare the Queen.

Seeing we were alright, he returned to camp. I decided I should head back.

Reluctantly, I told her it was time to go, but I’d be here two nights if she wanted to return. I was not as lucky as she with thick luxurious coat to keep me warm. So off I must go to wrap myself in layers of warmth.

Although no comfort could be as warm as her heart wrapped around mine.

She understood and as I left slowly we shared one last soul-to-soul gaze and down the back of the stone she descended and scampered off along her Wild Woodlands realm.

I kid you not when I say we spent an hour together.

She did not return during our stay, but I knew this would be. This was a once-in-a-lifetime experience, but the memory will last much longer than that. I knew Astrid had made this possible, as she always showers me with experiences to feel her with me in all ways. She’s a powerful one!

In fact, if you hadn’t already guessed, a piece of her essence had dropped into Queen Marmot so that this time together could be. It reminded me of when Joy channeled Nestor for me on one starry night overlooking Lake Tahoe.

The rest of the night was campfires and vegan S’mores, alongside large packs of coyotes calling to the rich power of the dark.

Everything I’d experienced in this brief window upon our touchdown here felt to be in the alchemical flames. I watched as the etheric smoke of transmutation released into the star portal above me.

Coyote ancestor howls rocked us to sleep and then woke us at pre-dawn continuing on through morning campfire soulfully sipped with the ambrosia of coffee and a life well lived.

A new day awaited with treks our feet have never traversed and our hearts and eyes had yet to drink in. On the way to break first morning’s sweat, a doe celebrated our start with a graceful prance across the road. I watched as her soft white flame of a tail flicked with each strong leap, bouncing with ease into the trees.

We ascended to May Lake and I discovered new stones along the path and lining the amphitheater to valley’s view.

Quartz of clear to smoky, with mica, and more – it was fun to watch sunlight twinkle in the Earth as a beacon for my faery heart to find.

The lake was beautiful as both a natural wonder treasure and way to start the day.

There’s no sight not to marvel here.

After descending we stopped along the drive to our second hike to take in the Olmsted Point vistas including famous Half Dome and beautiful examples of all of the glacial erratics that surround this area.

Onward we forged to our next destination winding up the mountain and meandering forest to lake number two.

The road there was also baptized by another leaping doe who stepped out from the trees just for us to lock eyes with – then disappeared back into the shadows of mystery once again.

This time we brought our new light weight chairs and upon arrival to lake’s edge, found a spot to land for a picnic and a while.

We followed the trail to find just the right spot and it was here in the grasses and forest wonders that a little one hopped.

So tiny and fragile this tree frog did seem and yet here she was braving the wide green yonder and everywhere in between.

I stuck out my hand and in she leapt, merging our resiliency and hope twice enhanced by our kismet.

Away to the forest floor she returned and after our lunch the rest of her clan had gathered, having heard of the faery who arrived.

I bent by the rocks where the water rolled onto Earth, to rinse our containers when what do I see? But another tiny tree frog looking at me.

He said a hello and then off he did swim with giant strokes and stretched legs like a shooting arrow to my heart.

But he was not alone, oh no! There were several with him and one by one they emerged from their camouflaged perches to share in leaps and lunges of joy to be seen.

So tiny they were and I marveled at how they owned their size without thought of their smallness at all. Their world is their way and they know nothing else different. To them, they’re not small, but just the right size and perhaps it’s me who’s too big!

Here and there leaps and splashes, swan dives and breath strokes – they were quick on land, but quicker in water. Oh how they moved and owned their embodiment.

I lost track of time, once again, as they stole my attention.

Dog Lake would always be Great Tiny Tree Frog Lake to me.

We wound along the highway through Tuolumne Meadows at the designated slow pace that saves bears, but this is in fact the pace a park like this demands if you ever want to know her land.

Slow and present I prefer anyway, and am curious why someone would bring city pace to the land of lost time.

Yet they do and that’s fine, but not my way, and we stretched out the day with some timelessness at Tenaya Lake.

Here lived a beach that said, “Come stay a while.”

With beach chairs in hand, it was not a hard invite to embrace.

Surrounded by majestic mountain wisdom keepers, we felt cradled in remembrance.

Glistens of glacial sand and alpine water refreshed us, as the crystalline soft waves flowed into us over and over.

I was amazed by how comfortable the alpine water was here and felt nurtured by this womb of creation.

The pebbles under my feet paved a pathway into the messages left behind by civilizations of another time that still linger here in the parallel reality that awaits recognition.

I could walk far into the liquid bliss, feeling my forever.

Here we relished in a bath, let the comfortable water ripple playfully around our seven-mile day legs and feet, and soaked in the late afternoon sunshine – enough to bronze the skin.

The water called me back in, over and over.

Immersing in the Piscean energies of the Full Moon not far off into the days ahead, I basked in the gateway to my native essence and noted how the once stranger named “Thrive” now was me.

Experiencing the power of water run through my hands, every droplet reminded me of the pieces of me strewn across the collective tapestry and how every choice and creation I make has far reach.

I felt the joy of fresh starts wash through me, while what was stirred up from last week now felt to come alive – brewing on embers of golden threads this world ignited within.

From forest faery to water nymph, I morph with ease where ever I am.

And back to #44 – Angel’s Landing – we went where long johns were a warm welcome to the onset of dusk’s light, plus a seat on Marmot’s anointed Queen’s throne surrounded by approaching night.

The promise was renewed and the mission and love now became as one.

But before I could settle in, one more forest forage called. More feathers and mushrooms not seen the day before now sang out, “Here! me!” to my faery senses on high.

That’s when the fourth Amanita variety was discovered and again an owl feather followed this find like number three.

It was such a special gift to find them for the first time this year surrounding our campsite #44.

With puffer jacket now on and my journal in hand, I wrote and I wrote until campfire time began.

Our last night this trip spoke of S’mores once again, as the smell of wood burning was like a warm friend. The fire’s sparks danced in the air as Dave kindled the flame and it reminded me of fire fly memories etched in my heart of our Magick Bus times in the hills of Colorado hot springs surrounded by their song at twilight.

Fresh pine and crisping pre-Autumn foliage all around, moist dirt and musk on the ground, skin and hair drenched in the fragrance of mountain life, and fingers smudged in sweet marshmallow divine – dreamland felt to be my awake time.

Our lullaby each night was the pulsing of stars across the crystal clear sky with unusual fast and erratic moving objects, red and blue glows, and shooting lights.

It took me back to the place this emanation of me is tethered.

Silence filled the campground, but the night vibrations were on high volume.

The next morning the Woodland throne called once more and it felt like a way to keep the portal open to all that is possible here through the heart.

When I looked through the photos Dave snapped by first dawning light, I found this one curious – a vortex captured of this realm we’d been led to.

We loaded the car and headed off to our farewell-this-time hike, which proved the most magickal of all.

Six miles of solitude between us and this mystical trail.

The day brought in sporadic clouds with potential of light showers, although we only felt a few droplets on our way out – just enough to know we were awake in this dream.

The trail wandered along hobbit-like paths through varied terrain and between dense forest the entire way up to our destination lake. And except for one man – not a soul shared the trek. And in fact he didn’t show up until Dave spoke the words, “It feels like a hobbit might appear anytime.” Then the bearded, plump man arrived on queue and didn’t speak a word, but a murmur of something as he passed.

This area was different than any so far energetically. So much so that Dave even remarked on this and said it was his favorite as there was a different quality he could feel deeply. I agreed and this was confirmed to me by my finding yet three more Amanita mushrooms along the journey.

The in between makes it easier for things to slip through.

Each sat right on the edge of the path, slightly hidden, but peeking out. Feathers appeared too, and beautiful stones, as well as the most clear and smoky quartz I’ve seen yet in the park.

I’d been watching for mushrooms and here again there were many. Then something white off-path caught my eye. I went over behind a tree to look and it was a hidden large quartz fully crystalline with etched lines down the front.

I knew the Fae and Astrid were dropping gifts for my senses to find – this forest was a treasure for believing hearts to see.

Everywhere was silence except the chatter now and then of chipmunks and little bird songs. The clouds came and went, casting shadows and light to add to the mystical haunting you could feel in your bones.

Dave was excited and said we should sit five minutes in silence just to see what may appear, as he felt any moment some creature or mythical one should walk out.

As we sat in shared stillness, we felt all around with our senses. I noticed two flying presences, but they were not birds, nor butterflies or dragonflies, not even bats. They were quick and unusual in flight, flitting here and there, but together always, then disappeared.

I then noticed a tall rock like a headstone or door in an opening that was off in the distance and light between dark, that felt like a space for a merging of realms.

I sensed we were in the middle of another time and space parallel to ours.

We proceeded on and came to two large stones facing each other on the path. I remarked at their faces and we both were in awe at these two rock guardians watching over this space.

One with pronounced nose and the other a profile – they reminded me of the Rock Chewers in The Neverending Story.

Up we continued through their rock stairway to the beyond and arrived out at the first lower lake without name – not our destination, but the place we remained.

This was a mythical lake that felt right to end our trek with and not continue on up to the lake with a name.

We climbed upon a rock to sit for a while, feeling the surreal quality of this space that had been carved out just for us without another visitor to alter the reality we created.

The sun played peek-a-boo behind the clouds, shifting the energy of this space each time.

After a dip into more silence of this world, we returned along the trail from which we came.

Back through glacial carved landscapes, forests, stone, and earthen paths, near creeks and along bedrock, micro worlds and vast realms, it was full of ancient energies surrounding us.

We each separately noticed all the portals and rounded limbs creating circles and protective markers and continually heard noises like taps and creaks, cracks and knocks.

We were not alone by any means, but we were the ones to be seen. And yet we felt invited in the most sacred and unusual of ways, as it’s not often a door is unlocked just for you.

We knew they were there and I was grateful for the gifts they kept laying out as a welcome.

Our journey came to end, but felt like another opening.

Seven in-the-wild trips now under our belt this Summer season…we’ve definitely embraced this new journey with every piece of possibility.

Here’s to a magickal Pisces Full Moon Partial Lunar Eclipse with Autumn Equinox’s doorway right down the hall of potential.

Wishing you an illuminating and waking-dream walk through these highly potent days for creative conjuring and liberating unveils.

All is possible!

Last week was our first shared immersion in Yosemite National Park. Dave has hiked it in the past, before we knew each other. I’ve never hiked it. Between Tuesday and Friday, leading up to the New Moon, we enjoyed our inaugural backpacking and camping adventure there, together.

We actually had reservations for a tent room a few years ago, but had to cancel due to fires in the park.

But the weather was just right and this year has been another good one for our area in terms of smoke or fires, so without the fur babies at home, we just hit the road on four days notice – how long ahead was needed to get our permits.

I was describing Yosemite in a text as similar to Tahoe, but larger. In fact, though, I learned that the Tahoe Basin is nearly twice as big as Yosemite. Who knew?

But my first statement was accurate, as the trails we did and sights we saw mirrored many of the areas we hike in Tahoe and have a similar vibe with their both being in the Sierra Nevada range, of course. Yet, there was a different element of its own grandeur and wildness, mixed in with other unusual landscapes and formations that provided a new level of vastness to experience.

Being a National Park also adds a protective quality where I found wildlife to be more visible. And being all new as an experience at large, it was fresh and unknown – making the journey full of unpredictable twists and turns and even more “ohhh’s and ahhh’s” around each corner.

For logistics sake and context, I’m going to summarize our four days, but then feel guided to share the experience through photos and inspired musings for the rest. This format came to me while in Yosemite – words were flowing with each special moment unraveling before me and were writing themselves with each step.

We drove to the East entrance of the park at nearly 10,000 elevation, which is only just over two hours from our home and we stayed that night in a first-come-first-served campground near a creek so we didn’t have to combine driving and hiking all in one day. There’s a great little market and restaurant just down the road, outside the park, where we enjoyed lunch overlooking Mono Lake.

They weren’t joking about a veggie burger – filled with actual layered grilled vegetables sitting taller than any mouth could wrap around.

We then drove on, found a campground and spot we liked, and set up camp.

We’re not used to campfires being allowed in Tahoe, so when the campground host asked if we wanted firewood, we said “yes” to enjoy the smells and feels of nostalgic sensations and visions we both enjoy.

Camp was at 9600 feet and the first night was quite chilly in the 30’s outside and 40 degrees in our tent. That night was the first of now three new bear dreams I’ve had within less than a week. This one was short and purposeful with a bear walking the opposite way to us along a very thin passage. She brushed her golden fur and muscled body along our sides, as we passed each other on the path just as you would brush up against bushes and trees without thought that reached onto the trail. There was something exchanged in that brief merge point.

The next day we set off for our destination hike of Cathedral Lakes nestled at the foot of Cathedral Peak. We camped at Lower Cathedral Lake around 9400 elevation for the next two nights, did a day hike to Upper Cathedral Lake and Cathedral Pass at 9700 the next day, and then back down on the last day. On our way out of the Park we picked up some fun things at a park store, including light weight chairs we decided to add to our equipment, a comprehensive book on Yosemite, and I found the only neck gaiter that had bears on it.

It was a beautiful intro for us.

Our backpacking style is unique to our individual taste – we like to do shorter distances each day and camp in one place without moving around so that we can fully immerse and relax. Without time pressures we’re able to enjoy each area and experience it fully. This was a “getting our feet wet” pilgrimage to feel out how far we want to dive in.

We’ve decided to take the Yosemite plunge and booked a late Autumn cabin-based trip farther into the park where we’ll use it as a home base for daily adventures. It will be a fun way to enjoy the chillier weather and turn of seasons, while creating warm memories. We feel we’ll also do some more backpacking and camping trips between then and now before Winter sets in.

Well…lol…in fact, we were going to take this last week off to do stuff around home, but the Yosemite itch got to us and we took off on a last minute camping trip once again for three more days.

So, as I write this, we’ve now returned from two trips in the park with more to come.

As John Muir wrote in a letter to his sister in 1873 (100 years before my birth), “The mountains are calling, and I must go.”

Now for the experience through my heart’s eyes…..

A new adventure had us giddy like children on Christmas morning awaiting to open the beautifully wrapped gift surprises. We settled into our cozy forest nook, readying for the journey ahead.

As always, the explorer in me must check out the offerings of the land we pass through and listen to the stories held in every miracle before me.

I sauntered across the meadow, taken in by the colorful metamorphic rock and shift of season you could already see taking hold of the land.

By the dancing flames of our campfire, we sipped on warming blueberry lavender tea to kindle the magickal realm within our blood before laying our heads to rest under star-dusted skies above.

That’s when golden bear visited, casually merging her fur with our skin, as we passed through the night.

Into the new world we forged ahead, with eyes wide open to the building expanse ahead.

After picking up our passages to the destination chartered, we geared up and began the climb toward the heavens to the first treasure chest of glory our map promised.

The terrain was vast and peaks rose and rolled to the clouds. Upon our backs we carried our needs and sustenance, but the comforts of home were held within a merging between Nature and our hearts.

As always, alignment leads us to the perfect touchdown – this time a stone and tree sentinel circle to watch over us by light of day and dark of night.

Our mobile hammock offers us versatility of a coddling couch with any view our hearts desire in the moment.

From lakeside to forest shade, or rising and setting sun, we hung our hearts, minds, and bodies in the care of elder trees holding and rocking our spirits by the lullabies carried upon the breeze.

Afternoon and evening walk invitations welcomed us our first day in.

Surrounded by divine spires and massive glacial-constructed walls to this ancient kingdom, we joined Mass in Nature’s Church at Cathedral Lake.

The water was invigorating and washed purity over us, baptizing us to this new world and the new vibration we now embodied with this rite of passage.

Giant dragonfly emissaries greeted me as I stood in the water and from that moment forward, they would always meet me at water’s edge – the gateway to a promise that made me return to Earth in the first place.

The forests, beach, and stone flooring were rich for the forager heart to explore.

New mushroom finds, 540 million year old quartzite, feathers, and footprints from our animal kin caught my tracker eyes and tickled my Fae heart.

I discovered more feathers on this backpacking trip than any – enjoying the old friends and three new variety of owl messengers who especially desired my attention to the path I was birthed into.

Even the setting Sun seemed eager to send light code reminders of this mission, along with activators for a new world.

I was also initiated by golden wings circling around me, as I readied for bed. Dave even stopped to watch, as this beauty danced round and round, coming just close enough to imbue my aura with her magick and for me to feel the light touch of her flutter across my skin. Then she settled on the log next to Dave’s socks that carried him many a mile of good forest bathing.

Our first night under the watch of majestic Cathedral Peak, two coyote packs serenaded us by starlight. And oh were the stars bright and big – the Big Dipper in fact looked as if it was scooping up our tent as this initiation of coyote chants floated in the air. Their calls across the lake were hauntingly familiar – awakening the primal forces to their heightened awareness and evoking a desire to howl back across the moonless night sky.

Snuggled in with extra layers we added to keep the chill from our first night out, we slept like warm rabbit kits nestled in Winter burrows of down, comfort, and dreams of delight.

It was a magickal first eve that felt like a welcome back.

Tantalizing morning sunrise streamed through our camp while warm coffee brewed and a hearty oatmeal bowl went down as smoothly as our dreamy heads touched the pillows of Yosemite’s grandest guest room.

Before heading off I took our things to the beach for a cleanse where I found deer hooves freshly traipsing off down the sand at water’s edge.

It appears they, too, wanted to enjoy the touch of sunrise over Cathedral Peak on their dewy fur left by Night’s kiss.

With full tummies and a skip in our step, we set off on a day hike along the John Muir Trail, after crossing meadows where pre-fall red carpets were laid down for our entrance.

Everywhere my eyes were led to turn, a new masterpiece laid before me as if I was walking through the grand halls of a royal palace where the finest landscapes by the masters were hung on every wall.

As we made our way through the vibrant forest, a regal buck cleared the trail in one leap, as if the hounds were upon his heels. Dave forged on, as a large owl feather called my attention and new discoveries tickled my senses even more alive.

Turning to my right, the loud silence of an on watcher caught my gaze.

There sat a very large, beautifully coated, and jolly ol’ marmot.

He didn’t move an inch, but keenly took in my scent and vibration. Reminding me of Astrid with his strong stance, powerful body, and thick, luxurious fur, I felt a wink from the stars.

He then turned toward me, chewing on something between those cute teeth of his. I called Dave over to see and we all just stood on pause, sharing in the sweet connection.

Reluctantly I moved on, although my marmot friend remained holding my gaze, as he watched me move on down the trail that looked like it went on forever into tomorrow.

Onward and up we continued through the lively forest and stone steps creating a stairway to the next cathedral in the sky.

Here we sat and took in the fresh scent of alpine water lapping at our feet and hanging in the invisible droplets of gentle warm breeze that moved slowly around us.

Cathedral Peak held vigilance from above like a mythical realm piercing the veils of illusion, fear, and disbelief. I relished in the emanation of powerful, enduring, and wondrous energy cast down upon the land it holds reign over.

After some nourishment we forged on to the top of Cathedral Pass, coming to rest against a large elder stone. Here I leaned into the memories held deep within her hardened veins that have withstood the ages and opened to receive transfusion of extra resiliency for the journey ahead.

Feeling renewed, we headed back down the mountain pass, following in the footsteps of Mr. Muir and many others who have taken the road of heart’s calling.

And the rest of our day was spent nestled into the watchful eyes and nurturing arms of our sentinel circle with book in hand, words gliding on paper from my pen, and many a restful and consciously explorative adventures of the mind and heart as one.

Large raven guardians were daily visitors to the very chatty forest of birds and little furry creatures. They, like the coyotes, would call across to each other from their tree top perches and surround our campsite with transformational tones spoken from within iridescent black breasts that alchemize the space around them.

One, in particular, the largest of them all would come to sit directly over our tent and caw to us laying in the hammock. With tilted head and perky eyes, he spoke of something around the corner to come. Another cock of the head, ruffled tuft of puffed breast under his beak, and glisten of feathers touched by sunlight, the magick was real and my mind crisped with clarity and understanding of things I pondered to make light of.

Sunset hours always call our hearts for a stroll along our new worlds to view the shifting light that casts spells upon the heart and transforms the way you hear the storytellers gathered to speak.

Night’s cloak came fast, and wrapped within our cocoons inside the tent, our sleep would be the metamorphosis of all things brought to awareness, and even those things yet to be discovered.

The next morning’s hammock breakfast was enjoyed overlooking the sunrise horizon through the forest. As Dave went off to wash his things and prepare for the trek back, I sat in complete silenced awe sipping my coffee while an enchanted spectacle unfolded before my eyes.

Sitting in stillness, the forest came alive as sunrise glistened upon tiny strings of spider silk. One-by-one they lit up across the space in between, connecting every single tree, blade of grass, stone, fauna and flora, in a worldwide web. Tiny insects upon little glowing wings danced across the forest horizon like faeries, while little puffs of fragile pappus floated from unknown sources like parachutes entering from the realms unseen.

Not a sound was heard with the ear, but the melody was strongly beating the drum of my heart.

By the time Dave returned, the magick was hidden by the shifting sunlight making its way to light up another corner of the forest and world. No evidence of the enchanted scene remained, except the knowing of heart it was still there.

It is only by presence and stillness that one might catch glimpse of the wonders that inhabit the world around us and that only can be seen when we bend our perspective.

We took a last walk to etch the memories of this spiritual bliss – a true heaven on Earth deepening the blessings of spirit in body and why we choose to birth here.

Packed up, we headed off, back down the mountain and stone staircases to our car awaiting.

But this realm had yet still one more encounter in mind.

Another regal buck emerged from the forest and walked onto and across the trail. This one, however, was not in a rush. His gait was deliberate and slow, wanting to make sure his presence was announced.

There was no fear in his eyes as he stopped across from us, no more than fifteen feet and peered deep into our hearts. We held a deep and soulful gaze with this majestic being before he slowly turned and disappeared into the forest.

His face still haunts me now. More so because his appearance came directly after I had declared a realization out loud that also is something Astrid has taught me in her own unapologetic and brave stance of presence in a room.

I knew my awareness had been acknowledged.

Consciousness is our super power.

Once you invite and dance in its presence, all becomes clear and there’s no need for anything else.

Upon returning home the third powerful bear dream took place. The second was during our two night stay at Cathedral Lake, which was another brief encounter. But the experience heightened at the pinnacle of trinity dreams where once again I found myself laying down with a large bear by my side.

As with other dreams, this bear spoke to me as our heads came together nose-to-nose and forehead-to-forehead.

Part of what the bear said was, “You know you’ll be leaving soon and it will be time to go.”

It was more involved, but the bear was there for the journey and it felt like we merged.

A big shift is upcoming.

Our first Yosemite immersion was a beautifully rich journey.

And although we were just getting our feet wet, we’ve more than plunged in now.

Deep diving seems to be our way.

Not unusual for two water signs and especially not foreign to how I prefer to live.

~ UPDATES ~

I’ll be offline all this next week, as we entertain dear friends coming to join us for a last-days-of-Summer-hoorah together. But I’ll be back after that to share Part II of the Yosemite Pages, as there were some extra magickal experiences that unfolded now that the portal has opened there for us. Just wait and see!

I’ll leave you with this sweet custom Magick Rabbit I had curing while we were away in Yosemite.

This is the first custom I made that wanted a fully loaded garden and wildflower bunny. I added three clear and smoky quartz at the bottom to ground and amplify the energies of the flowering bundle of hope and abundant inspiration.

I’ve been wanting to make one filled with just wildflowers and blooms from the garden – I’m in LOVE! Aside from the few quartz stones I mentioned, the rest is indeed pure blossom enchantment.

I’ve now been focused on customs, as the first batch of Magick Rabbits and Crystal Tower did find loving homes. This one gives you an idea of the variety that is possible.

As I have time, I’ll probably make another new little collection of ready-to-ship bunnies – I actually have one drying right now that I made when we returned home because of the magickal inspiration flowing through.

I foraged a lot upon our return from our trips and even while away, so I have a Nature box filled to the brim with goodness I can choose from to create magickal beauties over the upcoming seasons when the ground will be going to sleep and then covered in a white blanket for a while.

Once the items are gone, I’ll need to wait until Spring to create more.

Custom Magick Rabbits available here: Magick Rabbits

I’ve continued with sessions and rabbit adoption trainings when home, so life is full while I begin to transition into a new phase of which I’m very excited about. So yes, sessions are still available, and I do have one spot still with the deeper dive of Mentor Muse immersions for support with the really challenging area that you may feel is time to change.

Stay tuned for the next installment of Yosemite musings and a very small crystal release after I return from this week of giggles and connection.

Sending waves of Earthy goodness your way. I hope that the stories and images infuse your veins with invigoration, healing, deepening, remembrance, and inspiration.

As promised, today I’m sharing the sweet little Virgo New Moon surprise offering from Astrid and me. Of course it’s bunny inspired and is something that’s been in the works for a while since Astrid led me to the magick mushrooms and I’ve been led to a load of Sierra smoky and clear quartz.

Combined with garden and forest beauties from our alpine home and the Forest Portal, these creations are sure to bring some wondrous energy to your life.

The whimsical is my passion to share and Astrid has always been my greatest muse as the Rabbit Queen of the Forest Portal here, overseeing the garden splendor, season-to-season.

And every where I turn I am always finding whimsy to delight my heart and inspire more ways I can manifest imagination to life.

Every day is filled with sweet gifts of enchantment, even when just sitting at the park on the first day of September – it finds you if your heart is attuned to the vibrations of wonder and love!

But first, I just wanted to share this bit of whimsical and potent news – my magick spiral has gone to the next level of its own “coming to life.”

After returning from our recent backpacking adventure, which I’ll share about soon, I was able to infuse the next stage of additions to the meditation garden.

I’ve now added some more rock beauties, three blue solar flowers, a few magickal friends, and found the perfect reclaimed wood stool for the center.

The spiral is dedicated to Astrid, so of course there’s a sweet sleeping rabbit with an angel atop her back that lays next to a magick Amanita Muscaria mushroom – like the one she manifested for me the day she transitioned, and all the others that came thereafter for the first time ever in our time here in Tahoe.

I have visions for more things I’ll be creating over time in this area and the rest of the yard, but they will take more time and be an evolving process.

For now, though, this space is feeling extra enchanted and makes my heart smile. Dave loves it too.

So now on to the special surprise for the fresh energies of this New Moon in Virgo – Astrid’s Sun sign.

I’ve been working on some creative projects for myself here and was inspired to create some of the magick to share with others too.

It evolved from the time that Astrid brought the magick mushrooms to me and in a flash the vision came through to capture these little mini worlds of enchantment that could be enjoyed and added to the energy of your space, where ever that may be – altar, desk, bedside, living room, office, meditation room, you name it! They can also be used as beautiful little inspiring paper weights.

They are epoxy resin creations that I creatively infuse with any inspired combination of Nature gifts I have found myself here. This could include flowers, plants, pine cones, lichen, mushrooms, and raw Sierra smoky or clear quartz.

I have two giant projects in the works that have been extra challenging for me and a big learning process, but here’s a sneak peak at them when I first started.

I made several smaller pieces for myself, a few as birthday and Christmas gifts, and the rest are now being offered to you.

There are currently six ready-to-ship listings on the new page below and then a custom listing.

We, of course, are simply calling these Magick Rabbits, although I have one Magick Crystal Tower available. There are five Magick Rabbits available – the sixth you see in the photo below is one I made for myself.

I’m not going to be making anymore Towers, though, because they are a lot of work, can be extra challenging, and take way too much time. I’ve only made five of these so the one offered is of this first group.

Rabbits, however, are my favorite – no surprise there!

I will share my little Magick Rabbit, to give you another idea of how different each of these can be.

This is one I made for our niece, Violet, as a birthday gift.

Here’s another gifted Magick Rabbit to showcase the variety – I have a box full of Nature gifts to choose from when weaving these together.

And these are two of my towers I went a little wild in making super creative – a LOT of work! They sit on red rock slabs I found, surrounded at the base with Sierra smoky and clear quartz and I played with making them less than perfect, as if they are in creation of the Earth and time molding them – one of them I even made with the top cracked open so that the flowers peek through. I painted one of the mushrooms in blue, inspired by a bunny wreath I have in my office and just because I love blue. Here they are:

I love imperfect perfection and in fact go for this in all of what I create – especially these. For example, some people may not like bubbles, but for me they are magickal. I also love how natural imperfections occur, as they always have a perfect energy and message about them. Sometimes I even try to create that in between.

Photos don’t do these little, but potent ones justice. It’s hard to capture the inner mini worlds, as light and reflections can distort. I tried to get different natural light effects to reflect their energy the best I could.

So without further ado, I’ll just share the link and you can explore if any of the Magick Rabbits call to your heart, or if you’d like the only Magick Crystal Tower to grace your world.

And if you don’t see one you’d like, or the others have been sold out, I can make an inspired custom piece for you. You’ll find two custom option listings at the bottom of the link below.

Not only are they potent little rabbits full of joy, natural splendor, and cosmic delight, but they can make great gift ideas too.

With the holidays just around the corner, again, these could be sweet surprises in someone’s stocking or wonderful decor to have out during each season.

Even if you’re just hopping by to check them out, we hope you enjoy the energy and whimsy of these inspired and “Astrid” guided creations.

MAGICK RABBITS

HOPPY SEPTEMBER & NEW MOON!