Photo I captured of an enchanting butterfly in Key West

Wow, I received such a deeply touching and beautiful outpouring of messages from so many people yesterday that receive my monthly updates via newsletter on this month’s share, that I felt guided to post it here for those of you that follow along via blog solely and don’t receive my newsletter. It seems I touched a chord with a lot of souls that shared in the experience of what I was inspired to write about my own.

I’m really grateful for all of the beautiful expressions shared with me, the loving support, and the amazingly courageous hearts you are all embracing on your own journeys.

Below you’ll find the introductory thoughts to November’s newsletter. If you would like to receive these monthly, you can sign up here: Newsletter

We’re already almost a week into November.

The eternal moment is continuously catching up to us.

It has never been more evident to me how time simply does not exist in any way that might have at once felt comforting to try to measure.

Although I might speak about past, present, and future, it is merely to help demonstrate an understanding of things in a more collectively accepted way.

That said, it is not my way.

Nor are many things.

What is my way?

This is an important question I find myself always asking, and increasingly at present.

How about you?

I am often checking in with who I am right now, what I want, what is of value to me, what I can’t live without, what my heart is sharing and wants me to hear, where this all leads, and what I must do to remain true and reflect the things most soulfully vital and dear to my essence that I know.

It is often a solo journey that takes multi-dimensional twists, sometimes dark, many times scary, can be quite challenging and take time to explore with integrity, is mixed with pains and joys, and yet is the most enriching experience I know…that of knowing and loving myself fully.

As all things change, so must I, but the way in which I shift is simply in reflection to who I most am that I’ve learned in that moment to release and accept into being.

Every day someone new may seem to emerge from the self-imposed cocoon, but at the core it is always just me…perhaps someone you haven’t yet known because she reveals herself like a slowly unfolding blossom, with each new layer discovered.

And every moment I have the ability to decide to become a butterfly, again and again.

Sometimes that takes me on a journey through the void, like now, where faith, trust, courage, and strength are the only friends I may commune with in order to cultivate soul preservation and truest reflections of responsible service, collectively.

One of my favorite books, so happens to be one that my dear friend, Cliff, who recently transitioned, had gifted me. It is titled, “Hope for the Flowers.”

Anyone who really knows me, knows that I am, and always will be a child at heart. I find enchantment in all things, especially the uncomplicated and pure, and this book I feel so beautifully speaks to the fundamentals we face in discovering what is truly of value in life in the most simple of ways anyone can grasp, without need for fancy words, hidden meanings, and challenging concepts.

One of my favorite passages is this:

“How does one become a butterfly?” she asked pensively.

“You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”

“You mean to die?” asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky.

“Yes and No,” he answered. “What looks like you will die but what’s really you will still live. Life is changed, not taken away. Isn’t that different from those who die without ever becoming butterflies?”

“And if I decide to become a butterfly,” said Yellow hesitantly. “What do I do?”

“Watch me. I’m making a cocoon. It looks like I’m hiding, I know, but a cocoon is no escape. It’s an in-between house where the change takes place. It’s a big step since you can never return to caterpillar life. During the change, it will seem to you or to anyone who might peek that nothing is happening – but the butterfly is already becoming. It just takes time! And there’s something else! Once you are a butterfly, you can really love – the kind of love that makes new life. It’s better than all the hugging caterpillars can do.”

Do you find yourself in the void, cocooning, and in process of emerging anew? If so, you are definitely not alone.

While the holiday season is fast approaching, and thoughts turn to the hustle and bustle of parties, gifts, friends, family, and gatherings…creating anxiety or short-tempered stress to do it all right and to provide what we think abundance means, perhaps it’s a time to approach the season in a new way.

A way that honors who you are and the lasting values and innate abundance already available in the love of your heart.

Love yourself and all others as the reflection of that love, responding to others as you would want, and have wished, to be responded to.

It’s not the “things” in life that make it worth living. It’s not what we “need” from others that creates lasting wholeness. It’s the love for your life and all that you are, that is what brought you here in the first place and will create the experiences you most cherish.

In Love and Creative Magick