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Tania Marie: When Life Is Moving Where We Cannot See
I had been doing things in the garage last Thursday when I heard the unmistakable sound of wings against glass.
At the window was a tortoiseshell butterfly, fluttering again and again, trying desperately to find her way outside. The weather had suddenly turned cold and autumn-like, and she seemed exhausted by the effort.
Then I noticed another butterfly nearby.
She was lying completely motionless on her side.
Her wings were folded flat against one another. There was no movement that I could see.
I thought she was dead.
Something in me wasn’t quite ready to leave either of them there, so I carried them both into the warmth of the house.
I began giving Reiki to the butterfly who was still visibly struggling. I placed the other gently on the counter beside me, close enough that I could tend to them both.
For several minutes, nothing suggested that I had been wrong about her.
And then she moved.
Within moments, the butterfly I had believed was dead was not merely alive.
She was flying.
There was an exuberance to her that astonished me, especially because only moments before there had been no visible indication of life at all.
Soon both butterflies were flying toward the window.
I held out my hand and they climbed onto me. The butterfly I had thought was gone was now so full of life that I gently cupped my other hand around her to keep her safe, while the second remained freely on my hand.
I carried them both outside.
The moment I opened my hand, the butterfly I had thought was gone launched herself into the sky with extraordinary gusto.
And then came the second surprise.
The butterfly who had been fighting so hard to escape the garage didn’t leave.
She remained with me.
Eventually I placed her gently on a flower. She stayed there for a long while before moving deeper into the plant, nestling herself into its protection.
When I finally walked away and left her to whatever she needed, I noticed the time.
1:11.
I returned later.
She had flown, too.
What We Cannot See
The reversal of those two butterflies remained with me all day.
The one who appeared finished contained an exuberance I couldn’t see.
The one who had been fighting so hard to move forward needed stillness.
Neither one’s outward appearance revealed what was actually happening within.
And something about witnessing them together felt profoundly connected to what has been moving through my own life.
I’ve been walking myself through possibilities lately that feel both immense and not yet fully visible. I’ve been praying for guidance. Asking for signs. Listening closely while allowing questions to remain questions longer than my mind sometimes prefers.
And the responses have been coming.
Not as one enormous answer.
Piece by piece.
A convergence of six bears surrounding the recent eclipse.
Dreams.
Synchronicities.
Unexpected encounters.
A piece of obsidian that unmistakably mirrored an ancient arrowhead.
Moments of knowing that arrive before I can explain what I know.
And now, two butterflies.
The very next day, another unexpected presence joined this unfolding tapestry. For the first time, I encountered a Western toad—a magnificent little being, large enough to fill the palm of my hand, who I discovered had quietly made his home beneath our deck.
There was something beautifully fitting about finding yet another life that had been there beyond my awareness.
After everything that has been moving alongside me, I began to recognize a deeper thread running through it all.
Transformation. Resilience. Grounding. Renewal.
But beneath even these was something more profound:
The unseen is not the same as the absent.
Life can be gathering, forming, healing, and becoming in places beyond our perception. Something can be profoundly alive before we have any evidence of its existence.
And sometimes what appears suddenly before us has not suddenly begun at all.
We have simply arrived at the moment when we are finally able to see it.
And then, on the third day, came another bear.
The seventh I had encountered in only ten days—something unprecedented in my experience.
He appeared unexpectedly as we were finishing a hike, only to become frightened by passing cars and run desperately across the road. For a moment he took refuge on the lawn of a nearby home before becoming frightened again and running back toward the forest.
Even when his path brought him remarkably close to people, he seemed hardly aware of them. His attention was entirely on finding safety.
The animal we so often imagine ourselves fearing was himself afraid, interested only in finding his way back to peace.
Once again, what appeared on the surface told only a fraction of the story.
Three days.
Three encounters.
Each quietly overturning what the surface seemed to say.
The butterfly who appeared dead contained extraordinary aliveness.
The toad who appeared suddenly had been quietly living beneath my everyday world all along.
The bear we might instinctively fear was himself moving through fear.
I don’t experience these things as instructions telling me exactly what to do. They feel more like an ongoing conversation teaching me something about trust itself.
Not necessarily telling me what will happen, but repeatedly reminding me not to mistake what I can presently see for the entirety of what is happening.
The guidance isn’t giving me a map.
It is changing the way I walk without one.
The Present Appearance Is Not the Whole Story
These encounters have been changing the way I think about what is visible.
We are so accustomed to reading what we can see.
Moving means progress.
Stillness means nothing is happening.
An open door means possibility.
A closed one means no.
Evidence means something is real.
Its absence means it isn’t.
Yet life continually reveals how incomplete these conclusions can be.
A seed beneath the Earth does not look like a flower.
A butterfly lying motionless on her side did not look like something that would soon burst into flight.
And something within our own lives can be moving toward expression long before we have anything visible to prove that movement exists.
Trust, then, becomes something very different.
It isn’t convincing ourselves that a particular outcome will happen.
It isn’t pretending to know what we cannot know.
It is recognizing how little the present appearance can tell us about what is still possible.
That distinction feels important to me.
Because there are places in my own life where I can feel something moving before I can see its form.
Possibilities that feel alive without yet being tangible.
Potentials I am learning not to dismiss simply because I cannot point to evidence of what they will become.
And increasingly, the signs arriving around me don’t seem interested in telling me the ending.
They keep returning me to the relationship I am building with the unknown.
Life Knew What to Do
There is another part of Thursday’s encounter I keep returning to.
I didn’t know how to make either butterfly fly.
I couldn’t know whether the one I thought was dead would live or whether the struggling one would recover.
All I could do was offer what was mine to offer.
Warmth.
Reiki.
My hand.
A flower.
Time.
And then allow life to do what I could not do for it.
There is something here I want to remember.
We can care deeply without controlling what happens next.
We can create loving conditions without demanding an outcome.
We can participate wholeheartedly while leaving room for mysteries that don’t belong to us to manage.
One butterfly needed warmth and then immediately took to the sky.
The other needed warmth, a hand, a flower, and more time.
Neither was behind.
Neither needed to follow the other’s timing.
Each contained an intelligence I couldn’t see from the outside.
And when each was ready, she flew.
This feels like one of the miracles I am being asked to recognize right now.
Not simply that something I believed was dead came alive before my eyes.
But that life can be moving most powerfully in the very places where I cannot yet see its next movement.
I don’t need every answer in order to meet that mystery.
I can offer what is mine.
Listen.
Love.
Participate.
Trust.
And leave enough room for life to astonish me.
May this Virgo New Moon nurture the quiet seeds within you, creating fertile ground for what is ready to take root, grow, and reveal itself in its own perfect timing.
Tania Marie: A Life That Feels Like Mine
There are moments when I look around and recognize myself in the life I am living.
And lately, I recognize myself more than ever.
Not because everything is figured out or because life has taken some perfect shape.
I simply feel more me.
Bare feet on warm stone. Crawling inside the hollow of an ancient tree. Following water because I want to know where it goes. Stopping for enormous mushrooms. Swimming in cold mountain lakes. Climbing over fallen trees instead of always taking the easiest way around them.
Roaming the Egyptian desert with sand in my hair and sun-kissed skin. Ancient winds moving through me. Climbing through pyramid chambers and crawling through sandstone caves. Immersing in oasis salt pools and freshwater springs. Standing beneath vast, clear starlit skies, feeling the celestial world somehow closer. Following these ancient landscapes that lead me more deeply into my own.
Laughing. Exploring. Getting dirty. Sitting still.
Nature has held an extraordinary kind of space for this becoming.
Recently, while watching a mama bear remain quietly present as her cubs ran, climbed, wrestled, and played, I understood protection differently. Her strength wasn’t constricting their experience. It was creating the conditions in which their joy could safely unfold.
I realize the wild has been doing something similar for me.
It has given me room to discover what happens when I protect the space for my own joy. When I follow curiosity without needing to justify where it leads. When wonder is allowed to matter. When I let myself be fully inside an experience rather than measuring what it produces.
And somehow, the more I live this way, the more of myself I meet.
There are potentials within me that feel as though they have been waiting like cicadas beneath the Earth—not absent, not unfinished, simply alive within their own mysterious timing.
Perhaps that is what excites me most.
Because even while I feel more myself than I ever have, I can sense there is still so much more of me waiting to emerge.
There is another part of this unfolding I feel deeply, too.
The fullness of my personal power and the gifts I carry have been on their own journey of becoming.
Some of what lives within us isn’t immediately visible, even to ourselves. It can exist like a seed carried quietly by the soul, holding something far greater within it than its small form would ever suggest, waiting for the conditions that invite it to break open.
I feel this happening through some of the choices I am making now.
Through saying yes to experiences others might dismiss, question, or simply understand differently. Through returning to Egypt and following a relationship with that land that continues to awaken something within me I cannot fully explain, yet know intimately.
These yeses aren’t about proving what I believe to anyone else.
They are about becoming willing to discover what might blossom when I stop requiring the deepest parts of myself to make sense outside of me before I allow them to live through me.
I am learning to nurture what has been hidden rather than question why it hasn’t emerged sooner.
To cultivate the seed rather than demand the flower.
To create the conditions in which my gifts feel safe enough to unfold, while also finding the courage to walk with them into the unknown—even when the unknown doesn’t feel safe or certain.
Because sometimes safety isn’t something we find before taking the next step.
Sometimes we discover it by taking the step.
By meeting the fear. Moving through the uncertainty. Saying yes without knowing exactly where the yes will lead.
I am realizing that creating safety within myself doesn’t mean protecting myself from the unknown. It means becoming a place within myself that I can trust while I walk through it.
And perhaps that is how some of our deepest potentials finally find their way into the light—not because fear has disappeared, but because we become willing to carry what is emerging through the places that once might have kept it hidden.
Increasingly, the invitations seem to arrive through the most unlikely things.
A tree hollow.
A strange stone.
A trail I’ve never walked.
An ancient land that keeps beckoning me back.
Something that makes me curious.
Even something that frightens me a little.
I’ve begun to see the places where question or fear arises differently. Not always as reasons to turn away, but sometimes as catalysts asking whether I am willing to become a little braver about what else could be possible.
I don’t need to know exactly who I am becoming.
I would rather keep creating enough safety within myself for her to surprise me.
To protect the joy.
Follow the wonder.
Brave the unknown.
And keep dancing with possibility without ever losing my willingness to believe in what I cannot yet see.
Maybe that is why this life feels so much like mine.
There is finally enough room in it for all of me to keep arriving.
And perhaps there is an invitation here for you, too.
To notice the places in your own life where you are feeling more alive as yourself. To recognize what has opened, honor what you have had the courage to follow, and feel gratitude for the ways your life is beginning to feel more deeply your own.
And where you sense something within you still waiting for more room, simply notice that, too.
Where might life be inviting more of you to arrive?
A Little Egypt Update
And speaking of following what calls us into the unknown, with September now here, the final days to join us for Returning to the Temple of the Heart in Egypt are approaching.
Our private April immersion is nearly full, with the final available place currently being held for someone considering the journey. Depending upon their decision and our room configurations, there is a possibility we may be able to welcome one additional person.
If Egypt has been quietly calling to you and you are still considering joining us, please reach out. We will begin a waiting list either way so that we can connect with anyone who feels a genuine pull toward this experience should a place become available.
Final registration deposits are due September 22.
Tania Marie: The Eclipse and the Six Bears
This Pisces Full Moon Lunar Eclipse felt less like a single moment in time and more like a conversation unfolding around me.
Perhaps it began long before I arrived in Yosemite.
Three years ago, beneath this same late-August Full Moon, my beloved rabbit companion Astrid transitioned. There are certain dates the heart remembers differently than the calendar does, and this one has remained quietly alive within me ever since.
So returning to the wild beneath this Moon already carried something tender and meaningful.
We went to Yosemite to meet friends for a week of camping, hiking, exploring, and simply disappearing from the usual rhythms of life for a while.
I also arrived with clear intentions for the eclipse and several things close to my heart for which I had been asking for guidance.
Each day became its own little pilgrimage.
We wandered trails into beautiful places, gathering pieces of quartz that called to us along the way. When we reached the alpine lakes waiting at the end of our journeys, we returned the crystals to the water with our intentions.
Earth back to Earth.
A simple exchange of gratitude, prayer, and possibility as the Full Moon approached.
And other things began finding their way to us, too.
A handful of grounding obsidian. Beautiful stones that seemed impossible not to notice, including one shaped like a nearly perfect pyramid and another carrying three distinct pyramids that astonishingly mirrored the three Great Pyramids of Giza.
Feathers appeared at meaningful moments, including a Great Horned Owl tail feather on our very first day.
The night before the eclipse was anything but quiet.
Coyotes howled and yipped through the darkness around us, their voices weaving through the forest for hours and continuing remarkably into the wee hours of morning.
Then that morning before the Full Moon Eclipse, we were sitting beside the campfire when KC – aka Bean – suddenly pointed.
“Bear.”
A large black bear was sauntering directly toward us.
There was no urgency in her. No apparent concern. She seemed completely at ease, as though wandering over to join our morning gathering was the most natural thing in the world.
Of course, we made noise to discourage her from coming closer. Loving wild animals also means respecting the boundaries that help keep them wild and safe.
But something about her presence stayed with me.
Bears are so often interpreted through the language of strength, courage, protection, power, introspection, or hibernation.
Yet that wasn’t what I felt.
What struck me was her complete lack of performance.
She wasn’t trying to embody power.
She simply was powerful.
There was an extraordinary peace in that.
A confidence without assertion. A strength without tension. A presence that didn’t seem to require anything outside itself for confirmation.
Embodied peace.
Perhaps one of the deepest expressions of power is not needing to demonstrate that we possess it.
Many deer appeared along the hike that followed, adding their own gentle presence to a morning that already felt touched by something larger. The renewing presence of deer continued to grace us each day, in fact.
Then, on the morning of the Full Moon, after I had specifically asked again for signs and guidance, another Great Horned Owl feather appeared alongside a beautiful piece of obsidian in a place I never would have expected to find it.
I didn’t need to decide immediately what any of it meant.
The simple fact that I had asked and then encountered these things directly after was enough.
And then the weather began changing our plans.
Large storms were moving toward Yosemite, and after our hike that morning, we abruptly decided to pack everything and leave rather than remain for the days of heavy weather ahead.
We finished loading the car just as the rain began.
Three-plus hours later, we arrived home in time for the sky to erupt into one of the most spectacular sunsets—a fiery, passionate blaze stretching across the horizon that uncannily mirrored a nearly exact sunset that lit up the sky the night before leaving for Yosemite.
Just before reaching fullness, the Moon had risen with such brilliance that she seemed almost like the Sun, illuminating the night sky and softening even the stars within her radiance.
Yet on the night of her fullness and eclipse, she appeared differently.
That night, I stayed awake and continued getting up to meet the Moon.
She glowed behind a mysterious moving curtain of clouds, appearing and disappearing throughout the night.
There was something strangely perfect about the contrast. At one moment, illumination so brilliant it transformed the darkness around her. At another, the same light partially veiled.
I had entered this eclipse asking for clarity, messages, and guidance. Yet the Moon herself seemed unwilling to reveal everything at once.
Her light was unmistakably there.
But clarity remained partially veiled.
And perhaps that was part of the answer.
Some knowing doesn’t arrive as immediate revelation. Sometimes we are asked to feel what has shifted before we understand what it means—to allow the heart to hold something the mind cannot yet name.
The following day brought rain at home as well, but we were still able to continue our time with our friends. Rather than planning anything ambitious, we chose an easy walk before lunch and errands.
That seemingly ordinary choice became anything but ordinary.
Up ahead, I spotted a mama bear.
And then her two cubs.
We stopped at a respectful distance and watched as the little ones ran, played, wrestled, and scrambled up trees while their mother remained nearby.
She was watchful and protective, yet what moved me most was the joy unfolding around her.
Watching them shifted something in the usual symbolism of protection for me.
Protection is so often imagined as guarding against danger. Building walls. Keeping something precious from harm.
But perhaps there is another form of protection.
We protect joy by helping create the conditions in which joy can exist.
We protect love by giving it room to express itself.
We protect what matters not only by defending it, but by nourishing the environment in which it can flourish.
Mama Bear wasn’t preventing her cubs from exploring because something might happen to them.
She was present enough for them to play.
Her strength created room for their freedom.
And suddenly the bears seemed to be speaking to one another across these encounters.
The first bear had embodied a power so completely at home within itself that it needed no performance.
The mother bear embodied a power secure enough to become spaciousness for joy.
Presence and creation.
Peace and play.
Power without force.
Protection without constriction.
But apparently the conversation wasn’t finished.
After watching the mother and cubs for a long while, we finally continued back. Along the way, KC suddenly spotted another large solitary bear among the trees before it disappeared into the forest.
Four bears that day.
We could hardly believe it.
Later, we returned home, settled into the coziness of the rain, and played cards together.
Then Clint – aka Happy – noticed something just outside.
Another large resident bear we’ve seen before was making his way across the street and into a neighboring backyard.
Five bears in one day.
Six surrounding the eclipse.
The following day carried us onto new trails we had never explored together, chasing waterfalls and climbing to great heights to reach them. There was something beautifully fitting about continuing into the unknown this way, discovering what waited beyond each rise rather than needing to know beforehand.
And still, the bears remained with me.
For us, seeing even one bear is an extraordinary gift. Six arriving within such a concentrated threshold felt impossible to ignore – a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
And perhaps I don’t need to decide exactly what it means.
That itself feels connected to what this eclipse has been showing me.
We had gathered together at the peak of the eclipse and placed our intentions consciously into this threshold. I had asked for messages around things deeply important in my own life.
And messages came.
Just not as neatly packaged answers.
They came as coyotes calling through darkness.
Quartz gathered along the trails and returned to mountain lakes.
A handful of grounding obsidian appearing along the way.
A piece of obsidian naturally shaped by the Earth into a form that mirrored an ancient arrowhead.
Beautiful stones, including a nearly perfect pyramid and another carrying three pyramids mirroring the Great Pyramids of Giza.
Feathers appearing at meaningful moments.
A Great Horned Owl feather and an unexpected piece of obsidian arriving together on the Full Moon morning after I had asked for signs.
A bear walking peacefully toward a morning fire.
Pairs and triads of deer moving through the forest.
Tiny tree frogs somehow at home within the vastness of the world more than 10,600 feet above it.
Storms changing our plans.
Bookended and mirroring, fiery passionate sunsets seeing us off and waiting at home.
Rainbow winged clouds greeting us upon entry into Yosemite’s epic vastness.
A Moon repeatedly disappearing behind clouds.
A mother bear creating enough safety for her children to play.
Bears appearing again and again.
And dreams.
So many dreams.
Each night while camping and again after returning home, I remembered vivid dreams filled with remarkable threads of telepathy, communication, and messages that felt intimately connected to what has been moving through my waking life.
Something has shifted.
I can feel it even without being able to explain where it is leading.
And woven quietly through everything is Astrid.
Three years after she left her physical body beneath this late-August Full Moon, I found myself beneath it again surrounded by wild beings, mysterious communication, thresholds, endings, beginnings, and a love that has never depended upon physical presence to remain alive.
I can’t say where she ends and synchronicity begins.
I’m not sure I need to.
Perhaps love has its own language for continuing.
The eclipse has passed, but its unfolding has not.
I have no idea what may manifest next.
Nor do I know what the coming weeks and months will bring.
But something about these bears has changed the way I am holding that unknown.
The first didn’t ask permission to inhabit his presence.
The mother didn’t protect joy by containing it. She created enough safety for it to run wild.
And none of them seemed concerned with becoming anything other than completely what they were.
Perhaps this is the bear medicine I needed.
Not simply strength.
Not retreat.
Not protection as we usually understand it.
But the quiet power of being so deeply rooted within ourselves that we can create from peace rather than fear.
To become protectors of joy by becoming creators of it.
To trust what we know without forcing what we cannot yet see.
And to inhabit our own lives so completely that we no longer need to chase what is meant to meet us.
I asked this eclipse for guidance.
It didn’t give me a map.
It gave me six bears.
For now, that feels like more than enough.
Tania Marie: The Beauty of the Pause
Sometimes life invites us to pause not because nothing is happening, but because so much is quietly taking root beneath the surface.
This season has been full in ways that are difficult to measure, and I’ve found myself trusting these quieter spaces just as much as the moments that are ready to be shared. There is a gentle wisdom in allowing life to ripen in its own time.
I’ve been immersed in a lot here including many outdoor immersions, musical events, friend outings, a short getaway to Yosemite, a second backpacking trip back to my favorite spot where even more amazing crystals awaited me, and currently immersed in a week of shared adventures with our visiting friends – all punctuated with an abundance of magickal experiences.
And that’s just the outer world.
The inner world has continued to take deep twists and turns, while the new percolates and also asks of my attention to nurture and tend to.
As July gives way to August beneath the light of the recent, potent Full Moon, I simply wanted to send a little beauty and love your way, and wish you a peaceful beginning to the month because I know it’s a powerfully transformative time right now for everyone.
I look forward to sharing more with you soon.
In the meantime, I’ve added a couple of beautiful new crystal companions for anyone who feels called. You can find them here…Crystals
They are two incredibly special Starseeds – a Queen and a Magician – awaiting their soul companions, that feel intertwined with current energies we’re navigating. These Starseeds are the most amazing ones so far that I’ve had the honor to connect with myself.
Tania Marie: There’s Beauty in all Phases of the Journey
We’re just about to embark again – duration unknown – to do some caretaking. We’ll be making a road trip out of it and breaking up our drive with an overnight in Mammoth to hike before continuing on to my birth place of Southern California. We’ll return before or by Thanksgiving.
Leading up to this we’ve been able to enjoy some walks down Summer’s lane, as the weather provided us wonderful opportunities to immerse in our beloved activities.
Weather has continued to swing back and forth, providing us extended days filled with hiking, biking, and even a perfect kayaking day.
Just look at these amazing conditions on the crystalline waters of Lake Tahoe.
In between it all we’ve been handed some reminders of the actual season we’re in, mixed with cold, rain, frost, and even snow at the mountain tops.
Temperatures seem to be dipping just as we leave and looks like a more pre-winter chill will be in the air upon return.
It’s all brought up the mushrooms and even this field of giant white beauties.
As I, and all of us, go through our own unique and profound transitions, so, too, does our Earth Mother.
Leaving behind the warmth and brilliant bosom of blooms, she embraces the mysterious darkness and elegant cloaks of fallen wisdom, making way for frosted shawls of wintry wonder.
Seasons change and so do we.
There is much to both let go of and to remember.
The light of day fast surrenders to the dark of night so that we experience more connection to the rhythms of Earth and Cosmos in harmony.
This is a celestial event of spirit in flesh, where deepening sacredness overflows from the cauldron of our hearts.
It can be illuminating when we surrender and have the courage to retrieve what’s been forgotten.
Our vulnerability is empowering and clarifying.
Yesterday, we came upon a sight that stopped my heart in its tracks. I did take a photo to remember it, but won’t share it since it would be emotionally traumatizing for some.
We found a perfect wild cottontail rabbit body on the side of the trail, without her head. There was no blood, no signs of anything except a clean cut of a missing head. I picked her up and buried her, totally mesmerized by her beauty and perfection, and the feeling of her sweet fur, thumpers, and tail. It has been a while since I’ve held a rabbit and of course I identify with them.
Without going into personal details of this, I’ll simply state that it reflected to me a renewal of self and transformation of identity.
Later, I was curious to look this up and had my feelings confirmed, along with these symbolisms: death of the old self (way of thinking/being), a “silent” beginning (one that is embodied rather than spoken), living even more from intuition/instinct/feeling rather than intellect/overthinking, and even a sacrifice for the new self.
Autumn Equinox brought equanimity within and without and of all opposites that light and dark might reflect to each of us.
And when things stand with conscious awareness of this reflection, the sweet intricacy of every thread becomes as valued as the whole web of All That Is.
It is a most miraculous and beautiful thing to exist indeed.
Every day I feel immense gratitude for the air I breathe and the beauty all around me. I don’t take for granted that there are varying experiences across the globe and that what I am able to see, feel, and immerse in is an astounding gift.
It is this very reason I share these gifts, so that they might touch, inspire, or bring some level of hope and belief in some way to whom ever needs it in the moment they see these windows or read my words.
We are bridges for one another and that is most beautifully made possible through the vortex of our hearts – the gateway to harmonic convergence and our multidimensional potential.
Enjoy these reflective windows into my garden of life ~ our days here in the alpine region of the Sierra Nevada Mountains, our recent Taurus Full Supermoon, a harvest of some Autumn blooms (I’ll be harvesting a ton of lavender soon), and the bed of plants and blooms in their transition.
There’s beauty in all phases of the journey.
And here’s a sweet peak at two new, magickal crystal beings that are now available:
Crystal Friends for All Seasons
Open the Door and Let the Magick In
Imbolc marked the halfway point between Winter Solstice and Spring Equinox – a time to celebrate a return of the Sun and light, a fresh and fertile beginning access point, stirrings of new life, and contemplation of the seeds we want to plant literally and metaphorically.
Synchronously, some seeds I ordered were shipped off on Imbolc and so I look forward to planting some new life through the greens that will sprout for us and Astrid come Spring. A friend had told me about how I could easily grow greens all year in tubs that would act as mini greenhouses. I’d been wanting to have that ability and so I ordered the tubs and soil and now am waiting on the seeds. Then I received a sync wink from Faery Sis, Laura, when she posted a video about the very same thing, which she was contemplating to do maybe next year!
A lot of new ideas are coming together in easy ways that I/we had been contemplating, but felt on hold with for some time. The floodgates opened once I made the decision to just pick a choice (neither wrong or right or better or worse) and the decision put things in motion quickly.
This end of Winter and inklings of Spring portal helps kindle your inner fire of power and whispers encouraging words…”catalyze, innovate, birth, and build….you got this.”
The above photo was taken on the first of February at this gateway – a day also shared by the Lunar New Year (aka the Chinese New Year) and my dear Nestor’s birthday. I love the subtle rainbow brilliance of the Sun’s rays permeating the landscape. Interestingly, we were called to go to the same ski resort we went to on Cosmo’s anniversary of coming home to us – the only two times we’ve done so. For some reason my soul companions in rabbit bodies seem to draw us to explore and be in extra peaceful communion to receive communications.
This next photo is from Sunday, nearing end of January, on our Winter kayaking adventure. I love the dance of lights that kept showing up.
Indeed Nature is celebrating that return of light…and perhaps you may feel a bit of extra warmth and brilliance beginning to stir from within too.
As I’ve been redecorating, I’ve been extra drawn to the pair of antlers I found in October. You may recall these along with all the wild turkey feathers that I discovered then. Again, I found each antler on separate days, miles apart, but they were a near perfect pair of opposite sides.
These were the very first antlers I have ever found and it felt so powerful that I ended up finding two at once, creating wholeness.
Antlers speak to the magick of the regenerative force in Nature, but also of our own ability to transform again and again.
Synchronously, a sweet, creative, and sacred Earth Keeper, faery friend of mine who lives in the Ozarks had just told me a few days ago that she found an antler that completed a pair. She sent me a photo and they were also nearly a perfect match, although hers were found a year apart.
We were both in awe of us both finding these and how their messaging was perfect for Imbolc.
Until recently, the antlers were just sitting on my desk next to where I work, as I loved their energy supporting my days. But they found their place – one of my favorite nooks in our Wonderland room – creating a potent altar space, as you can see, just to the left of my desk.
They sit between Cassiopeia and Sirius – The Star Collectors, as they were named by an artisan friend in England who made them (they carry vials filled with stars that they collect on their solo long journeys across mystical lands) – and at the entrance of the golden portal door surrounded with butterflies, rabbit, and the addition of other magickal items including an antler handled wand.
The door says, “Open the door and let the magic(k) in.”
I don’t know about you, but I feel that we are being invited to welcome in the new energy and experiences…that we need to look for, encourage, nurture, and create the things we want to see…the hope…the beauty…the peace…the kindness…and not wait for it to materialize.
I know these are challenging times.
I know some tough things keep flying around us.
It’s up to each of us to choose to see and build something different.
To anchor something more.
Even if that is simply within your heart and your personal experience behind closed doors.
What we can strengthen and amplify from the inside, will emanate outwardly.
It may not show up right away in the way you want it, but when each of us do this, we are building the new.
When each of us feel and embody this, we are making it possible.
Don’t wait for someone to hand you the keys.
The alchemy of your heart is the key that will open the door and let the magick in.
New Moon Rainbow Magick ~ Live in the Moment
On yesterday’s New Moon we seized the moment and went on one of our favorite bike rides, which we missed doing this summer, due to the smoke and fires.
Despite forecasts of 40% showers where we were headed, the morning sunshine welcomed us and we decided that even a little bit of rain would be refreshing and not worth dropping our inspiration to enjoy the day anyway, and get some fresh air and healthy exercise in.
We modified our 43 mile ride to a 24 mile ride and the above and below photos were just as we approached our starting point.
We were gifted a gorgeous day, no rain, the trails mostly deserted with the least number of people we’ve ever seen here, and a couple of rainbows at each end of the lake.
The first one, near the start of the drive to our destination, was just a prelude hint to the full one we saw later. By the time we snapped a photo though, its full color range had already faded. Not to worry, because the other end of the lake had the full surprise awaiting us!
It was obvious that the rain forecast had come earlier than predicted, leaving us with rainbows, autumn splendor, and sunshiny serenity.
We enjoyed lake and river vistas, small rolling cascades, fall colors, bridges and sweeping mountain landscapes all along our ride.
And the best part was the peace and silence, with only nature music to accompany us.
The message always seems to be clear.
Don’t put off what you can do today, as tomorrow isn’t promised.
June Energy Update with Lee
We welcome in June today and edge closer to nearly half way through 2021 already. I read this morning how the Earth is spinning at a faster rate than it has in the last 50 years and with the increase in everything, things are actually being sped up even though it feels like dragging your feet in the mud at times.
This is a big month for me personally, with some key things hitting mid-month and a threefold anniversary on the upcoming Summer Solstice, as well as a big life shift birthing that will begin come end of the month I sense, but as you’ll see from Lee’s update, it’s also energetically big for the collective.
I’m no longer surprised when I listen to Lee’s updates about the nearly exact synchronicity of themes and wording used to describe current energies and experiences that I have either just shared in a blog, have come through as messages and revelations in my personal life, or that I was about to share. We are all connected and share the web of energy waves. Whether we’re conscious of that or not, it’s happening and the echoes are confirmations to that unified field.
I think you’ll see what I mean in the upcoming blog I post, which I’ve been piecing together as it channels through over the last few days. There’s a lot involved with it and I’ve been told to take my time with it, as the frequency of anything put out is very key, especially these days.
The rest of what I add here is a summary in either exact or paraphrased words from Lee’s beautiful share, just in case you don’t listen to it.
I’ve added a few photos from recently, of the trail out back in the forest I journey often. They felt like the perfect reflection of June energy emerging and I particularly loved the dance of light and shadow playing together, as well as the rainbow lining the path below.
A rainbow bridge connecting the two in harmony.
Here begins info included in Lee’s share:
None of us are here to do this alone, as he says. “We’re all taking care of our patch of the garden…we’re all a whole group of gardeners creating a very different garden together.” – That felt like an echo to my last blog, The Many Faces of My Garden.
Pressure around restrictions has been felt, but we’re going to start feeling ease and see restrictions crumble faster because of the wave of people gathering together to do this.
Density is being lessened as far as its hold on people, partially because of our exhaustion with it all and being done with it – more people will be breaking out of the chrysalis and cocoon. Heart power is coming back out in a bigger way.
Revelations and things being revealed that have been lied about, the shadow that’s been hidden and misused will continue to come to light in the next few years. Things you thought or were told are going to have a hanged man result in showing you a whole other perspective you had hidden from you.
Lean into balancing yourself while revelation and reckoning continues on for the next few years.
Different beliefs over things is what’s caused war against others. You can still love one another and have different beliefs. This is where we need to focus and be with these feelings to make greater peace with the fact that different realities will be experienced by everyone and different layers of experience will be all around you the next few years. We need to reckon with how we feel and react, as that is going to play a huge part in it.
Most of you will be here now to birth the new, not to clean up or battle the old world. You need to create and have a creative practice in some way even if just behind closed doors.
Emergence of higher mind and clarity is on the rise around what you do and don’t resonate with and then taking action on that clarity. June presents support for visionary ideas on new things this month and activating forward direction and momentum.
Energy spikes will be lively and on the rise collectively with heightened experiencing. Lee recommends waiting out the spikes before rearranging your life. The amplified energy can feel like a super power in the moment, but let it settle so you have greater clarity from a more peaceful space where things will be smoother and cleaner when you do take action. Your body is slower than your soul to move, so let things settle and integrate, while you tend to your inner garden and allow a more natural mergence to flow.
Deep internal healing is leading to group awakening. More tenderness and vulnerability is awakening within people, taking us away from autopilot and robotic experiencing. It’s like relearning a whole new way of being like fresh curious children emerging from the cocoon womb.
Unification is on the rise even though we see and experience division. The awareness of feeling of the division indicates the process of change is in motion for group awakening.
The integration is happening from the inside out and life reviewing may be more prevalent right now to support new life directions. Upgrades will continue to be presented, so don’t be desperate to take the first offering.
Many of these themes I’ll be expounding on in my own personal share soon. But for now, here’s Lee:
Cycles of Mourning Leading to Renewal ~ Flower Moon Blossoming Potential
Waking up to Jack Frost’s sneak appearance heralded an interlude blog post before returning to the shares lined up in my intuitive queue. 😉
I’ve continued to experience strange, but mysteriously beautiful and odd things, as well as powerful messengers, findings, and even dreamscapes – both my own and of me appearing in other people’s dreams they share with me.
Coyote continues to cross my path – she just did again two days ago – I found another Algiz Rune in the forest (below), discovered nearly half of a transitioned female mallard duck, and held space for my dear Cosmo, whose birthday it just was four days ago.
Finding the female mallard came right after seeing mallards swimming in the pond with only one duckling. The others may not have made it, but then seeing the one female dead was like a rebirth cycle right before my eyes.
Bones and transitioned animals always seem to find me amongst other discoveries. It appears to be my role as a bridge to also witness and hold space for the natural cycles. I honor every one I find in their own way, bury, do energy work, and receive the messages.
Finding the female mallard also spoke to my own shifts and rebirthing I feel underway, although the form is unknown as to what will unfold.
The enchanted and mystical sightings of late on hiking trails hold promise that whatever does, will be in divine flow. In these times, having these supportive messages has brought much needed comfort.
There’s a sacred feminine aspect transmuting across the collective. It is this depth I’ve been navigating recently as to its merging with the new.
The winds of change indeed keep blowing and in fact we have Spring snow blanketing everything today. It came in late yesterday and continues on as I write this. We’re at about five or six inches where we are and more up at the mountain tops.
So, yes, just as the blooms begin to pop along the trails here, a Spring snow storm blows in. Continuing in the theme of “expect the unexpected” these beauties you see in all the photos from yesterday, above and below, are under a little snow blanket today that tucked them in last night.
The weather shifted mid-hike yesterday and as we climbed up the trail with full lake view the whole way, we watched as the clouds started to engulf the north end of the lake and edge toward us. On our descent, the warm sunshine turned to brisk wind and clouds.
There were so many beauties starting to emerge, including the very first wild irises, and to think this is just the beginning though is incredible, as there will be so many wildflowers everywhere in all varieties from miniature for only faery eyes to see, to large and center stage for all eyes to gaze upon.
Indeed you know I stop to smell all the flowers and marvel at their beauty. Their time in the sunlight is fleeting so I embrace every moment I have to experience them when I can. You never know what’s coming next and the time you’ll have to enjoy something. “Do it now” is my way of living life fully.
A Spring snow blanket now casts its wand of enchantment everywhere and actually feels so perfect for what I’m experiencing within, as the waves of intensities and softness ebb and flow. Cocooning in reflection and transformative incubation is where I find myself still, so it doesn’t surprise me that Jack Frost is still sneaking about. In fact, I find him comforting.
That’s also mountain life for you, as if you choose to live in the mountains of any region, nature and weather patterns are ever-changing, moment-to-moment. That’s the beauty of why we live here and personally I have found every change to be consistent with my inner world. Perhaps it is for others, too, even if they choose not to embrace it.
But the element of surprising changes is also reflective of the unpredictability of these times and we can either fight or flow with – the latter being more like Mother Earth.
There’s a constant cycling of death and rebirth, mourning and renewal happening, but with everything speeding up, it all seems as though it’s intensified more than usual. I continue to hear of the loss of loved ones, including animal companions, everywhere and even if one is not experiencing these literal physical losses it may come in the form of symbolic transitions within certain areas of our lives or certain aspects of our individuality and human expression.
Many souls are not meant for the new frequencies coming in and others are able to support the new frequencies far better from off-planet. And even their transition itself aids the shifts in motion, as everything carries an energy signature and key codes that are connected to the whole continuum of what is in momentum.
A lot of transitions continue as the Earth collective recalibrates and everyone decides, on a soul level and within their divine contracts, where their role is most useful. If we only identify as human, this can all be confusing and devastating. When we begin to soften our scope into curious exploration of more than just these physical bodies, we start to understand a bigger picture at hand.
We are mourning and celebrating every moment.
Having experienced the worst loss in my life has helped prepare me for every loss that’s come after and helped me transmute them as the gifts, rather than punishments, that they in fact are. That doesn’t mean our human hearts don’t feel pain, but every feeling is a portal to The Great Mystery.
As I ride another wave of complex and contrasting energies, I see that we’re in the doorway of the next Lunar cycle and so everything I’ve been seeing around me and feeling within doesn’t feel out of sorts.
I’ve always been extra connected to Earth and her cycles – in fact since I was young, I’ve actually seen how I’m tied into her expressions including earthquakes and shifting weather patterns. Interestingly, we’ve felt quite a few earthquakes over the last month or so that have taken place on the California side. We live on the Nevada side, but these recent shakes have echoed inner shifts and my own “letting off steam” during processing. We actually had never really ever felt any rocking and rolling while living here in the years now, or previously. And suddenly 4 to 5 rumbles have rolled in closer proximity and I found it reminiscent of years ago when I would have something huge change in my life or an epiphany happen and boom!
But like the blossoms that have emerged, I have in fact felt a softening of the rough edges to collective energies I’m transmuting. I am also taking steps to amp up my energetic boundaries, do some intentional personal spell castings of my own, and getting my hands in another faery kitchen alchemy creation from yesterday’s gorgeous manzanita harvest – the last of the season.
I don’t know what it is about these blossoms, but they really touch my heart and feel like the perfect ingredients needed right now. I managed to harvest eighteen cups this time of the sweetest little faery blossoms that tickle my heart. And as the snow falls today, I’ll be cooking up batches of delight with them.
With a heart full of gratitude, I thank the Elementals of the land for their gifts and blessings. All I want to do these days is immerse in the richness of Earth all around me. Thank goodness for the bounty of nature we live in. There is nothing to complain about and everything to be thankful for.
There’s been a plethora of enchanted and mysterious little finds, including a bunch of portals and vortex areas like these:
I’ve definitely been anchoring more into my inner Forest Witch lately.
Finding this incredible giant tree root creating a witchy throne portal full of deep mystery and powerful energy, was just the perfect activation.
This coming Wednesday the 26th ignites the Sagittarius Super Blood Moon Total Lunar Eclipse – this Full Moon is also known as the Flower Moon (synchronous to all the wildflowers in bloom right now) and will undoubtedly continue to inspire a plethora of blossoming transformation in our lives.
It’s a time to be explorative and adventurous, add variety – the spice of life to our lives, communicate with clarity, be open to possibilities and options beyond your limited scope, stay open minded in general, release attachments to anything rigid and that blocks you to your wholeness, and embrace the potential for emotional cleansing that leads to renewal.
Full Moons are a time for taking stock of all you DO have to be grateful for and to be extra mindful of all that you complain about day-to-day and moment-to-moment.
How might you refocus that attitude to be more effective in actually funneling energy toward change, rather than constantly spinning a web of negativity and limited perspective? Everything that bothers you holds the alchemy needed to free you.
Look at what needs a little clean up in your life and pluck things out so you can recreate more with conscious intention.
Try to recognize the good in your life and all the blessings around you, including the people around you who despite any perceived shortcomings have their own challenges they face relative to their life path, which we have no idea about since we’re only here living out our own – and may not even really connect the dots to all of that ourselves.
This is a time to reflect and then plant literal and symbolic seeds, then water them with more true, unconditional and compassionate love.
Reaching for the Sunshine and a Warm Thank You
Even though we continue to experience days of snow and we are getting out to ski still, Spring is pushing through here in the high mountain altitudes. It’s so exciting to see all my iris, tulip and daffodil bulbs reaching for the sunshine across our yard. They are eager to join the dance in celebration of the Equinox here shortly.
My birthday irises being the first to blossom, as you know, but the others are not far behind. And there’s much more on the way than what I captured here to share with you.
Soon it will be garden time. I have a ton of wildflower seeds ready to join last year’s perennials I planted and I’ll of course pick up some new beauties to add to what will return. My garden and garden tower are already showing signs of returning growth. It’s always fun to see what surprises the Fae of the land have in store.
Every season has so much enchantment, mystery, and gifts to offer – each reflecting our inner landscapes and sharing with us the answers to how we can more effectively align with life.
And speaking of life alignment, I was unable to share this video thank you the last time, but forgot I could upload it to my YouTube Channel. So, I pasted it in below, as it was important to me to connect more personally with each of you here as well, to extend deep gratitude to everyone sharing interest and courage to join this space and invite me to walk with you.
The five month immersives that I refer to can be found here, along with how to move forward with applying:
The Mentor Muse ~ Guiding Inspiration for Life’s Work Alignment
The video was taken last week, right before the New Moon in Pisces and Sunday’s Intuition Class, but the message of gratitude is timeless.
Immersives begin the week of April 12th and March 20th is the last day to turn in applications – that’s now only two days away. I’m processing the last ones I’ve received so far, today and tomorrow, and it looks like two of the three spots are filled currently.
Stay tuned for a little Spring Equinox surprise.