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Tania Marie: What’s Ours Is Already Written
There is a softer way of moving through life that I’ve learned to trust more deeply.
One that doesn’t require reaching for every answer, forcing clarity before it arrives, or running toward what we fear we might somehow miss.
There is peace in remembering that what is ours does not need to be chased.
This past weekend, while staying at my parents’ home, an intricate, large web appeared stretched across the sky above the house, suspended between the upper and lower rooflines and revealed only because the sunlight caught its delicate threads. Something about seeing it there, held between different levels of a place woven so deeply into my own beginnings, felt especially meaningful. It was a beautiful reflection of the unseen—something already woven and held in place before the light allowed me to see it.
There are threads being woven beyond what we can presently see. Some things are already making their way toward us while we are still wondering where the path leads.
What’s ours is already written.
Not as something that removes our choice or participation, but as a deeper trust that what truly belongs within the unfolding of our lives has its own way of finding us.
Closed doors can gently turn us toward openings we couldn’t yet see.
No’s can become protection.
Pauses can become breaths that expand the promise rather than interrupt it.
Silence can hold answers we would have drowned out by searching too hard for them.
And what appears to be nothing happening may be life quietly rearranging itself beyond our sight.
The natural world seems to understand this without effort.
A butterfly doesn’t rush its becoming. Autumn doesn’t pull the gold from the trees before they are ready. The Moon moves through darkness and fullness without questioning the timing of either.
Even this morning, pink clouds opened across the sunrise around a perfect blue heart—as though the sky itself had briefly made room for what was already there.
Lately, I have needed more of that spaciousness myself.
More rest. More quiet. More sleep. Less reaching outward for answers and more willingness to let what is moving beneath the surface move without my interference.
This weekend’s golden Harvest Full Moon felt especially potent for me in that way. I could feel so much working behind the scenes, while something within me simply wanted to become very still.
I am preparing now for my return to Egypt, and this journey already feels unlike any that have come before it. I can feel the magnitude of a new season of my life gathering around its edges, and rather than trying to understand what it will mean before I live it, I want to meet it from the quiet.
To listen.
To receive.
To sleep when my body asks for sleep.
To allow what is ending to fall away like autumn leaves, and what is becoming to remain unseen for as long as it needs.
So this may be my last little note here until I return in early November. I feel called to give this time before I leave the spaciousness it is asking for—to prepare quietly, replenish deeply, and arrive open enough to receive whatever may already be written there for me.
There will be time to share what Egypt opens, changes, reveals, and leaves quietly settling within me when I am home again. For now, I feel called to make room for the experience itself.
The trees are beginning to turn gold here.
The butterfly is still visiting the autumn flowers.
The web is already woven.
The Moon continues on her way.
And somewhere within all of this, life reminds me that I don’t have to run toward what belongs to me.
What’s meant for us has been moving toward us, too.
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: At the Edge of a New Season
Late August carries its own quiet language of transformation.
The vibrant purple thistles of summer are becoming dry, prickly stalks crowned with soft white seed puffs, releasing what they have become into what comes next.
Across the landscape, rabbitbrush is beginning to bloom, illuminating these final weeks of summer in August gold.
And today, as if the Earth wanted to place this transformation directly into my hands, I discovered a large and ancient, naturally tumbled and time-worn double-terminated Golden Healer Quartz while hiking.
Its unexpected presence felt like a potent little wayshower for this season of change—the eclipse ahead, and all that is already shifting.
Everything seems to know when it is time to change form.
I feel this threshold in my own life as well. I’ll soon be disappearing into Yosemite for a week of camping with friends and exploring, without reception, beneath the Pisces Full Moon Lunar Eclipse—a beautiful pause before returning to the new cycles September will bring and the approaching Autumn Equinox.
Before I go, I also wanted to share one small but very exciting update. With so much gratitude, we now have just one place remaining for our intimate four-person Egyptian pilgrimage this April.
We are so happy to welcome the beautiful soul family already coming together, while remaining open to whoever may still be feeling into the alignment of that final place. Several people have expressed interest, and I always find it meaningful to witness how the collective ultimately forms. Sacred journeys seem to carry their own mysterious synergy, bringing together exactly the resonance needed for experiences that can become powerful initiations and rebirths in ways we often cannot fully understand until much later.
For now, I’m following the season’s invitation to become quiet.
To wander beneath the trees, listen to the mountains, and leave a little space between what has been and whatever is preparing to emerge.
Like the soft light of sunset filtering through the forest, there is beauty in the pause before a new tomorrow.
See you on the other side of summer.
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: The Roots of Becoming ~ A New Moon Reflection & Crystal Offering
Wishing everyone a blossoming first New Moon of the Summer.
With the first New Moon of Summer arriving in Cancer, there is a quiet invitation to revisit what once longed to bloom but wasn’t yet ready. To look again with fresh eyes. To create spaces of nurturing where our deepest desires can safely take root.
If we long for our truest selves to bloom, strong roots and healthy soil matter.
So today I simply wanted to share a few glimpses from my own “garden of life,” which has become a lush little sanctuary for forest creatures and now two wild baby rabbit friends.
More on July’s animal visitors another time.
This New Moon also feels like a beautiful opportunity to notice where receiving and releasing may gently create more space for what is quietly waiting to emerge.
For me, this feels like a quiet pause between chapters.
Beneath everything, I sense something profound stirring below the surface—something that doesn’t yet have words, yet already feels as though it is reshaping the landscape of the years ahead.
Lately I’ve noticed an increase in time distortions, a soft dissolving of old boundaries, and a quiet knowing that a very different way of living is already taking shape beneath the surface. It may be a couple of years before its full expression appears, yet the flower has always been part of the seed.
Even the sunsets here have become nightly displays of sweeping colors through the trees, something unusually consistent for more than a week now. There is a lingering quality in the sky, as though something is quietly approaching.
Last week’s backpacking journey to one of my favorite places seemed to affirm this feeling. Before leaving, I carried the quiet knowing that a giant fully formed quartz crystal was waiting this year. When it appeared, I nearly fainted… lol.
Alongside that once-in-a-lifetime discovery for this wild alpine area came other extraordinary treasures—beautiful formed crystals, unusual growth patterns, the most smoky and smoky citrine pieces I’ve ever found there together (some of them I could fit in my hand all at once are in the photo below), and an ancient giant smoky quartz nugget I had also quietly felt would reveal itself this year. (I’ll try and share videos on Instagram of some standout beauties.)
These crystals were shaped through earthquakes, glaciers, volcanic activity, lightning, and ancient movements of the Earth. They are rarely pristine. Many carry fractures that have naturally healed over time.
Their essence speaks to the quiet beauty of transformation rather than perfection. To the unknown potential that emerges through life’s shaping forces before finding its way into the hands of a cosmic human.
If you’ve also felt a profound change quietly percolating within, you are not alone.
It may still seem as though little is happening, yet perhaps this is a season for receiving, resting, and allowing the unfolding to deepen its roots.
The mind measures time by how quickly things arrive.
The heart measures time by how deeply they become.
The mind wants certainty because certainty feels safe. The heart seeks alignment because alignment is true. One rushes toward an outcome. The other patiently becomes the person who can fully receive it.
A lotus does not rise before its roots are ready. It unfolds because that is how enduring beauty is born.
When I allow myself to rest, to listen, to receive, and to trust the unfolding, something far more enduring begins to emerge.
The foundation has had time to deepen. The heart has had time to align. The path no longer feels manufactured. It begins to reveal itself naturally.
The unfolding is not delaying the life we long for. It is quietly becoming the very foundation that allows it to endure.
There is a quiet wisdom in the whispers of the heart. The answers do not always arrive as quickly as the mind has been conditioned to expect, yet through trust, patience, and honoring each step, the magick quietly takes form.
Step out of the way to allow the way to unfold.
That same trust is guiding how the remaining crystal companions find the people they are meant to walk beside.
When I returned from the mountains, the guidance felt unmistakable. Rather than deciding with my mind how these final beings should find their new homes, I was simply invited to make space and trust the unfolding.
Because of that, two extraordinary crystal beings—the Pink Rutile Magickal Child a few of you have been asking about and the special Super 7 Elestial—are now available at 22% and 26% off. If one has quietly been calling to your heart, perhaps this is simply the moment the path between you naturally reveals itself.
Tania Marie: Trusting the Unfolding
I hope everyone enjoyed a walk through Summer Solstice’s doorway this past weekend and received the gentle reminders of light, growth, blessings already present, and the quiet knowing that life is unfolding in its own perfect timing.
There are parts of us still blossoming.
Dreams still gathering strength beneath the surface.
Sacred seeds awakening in their own perfect time.
Summer Solstice always feels special to me.
A day that our bunny, Joy, left this earth plane, Astrid came into our lives, and is our wedding anniversary. This year it also aligned with Father’s Day, just like the year of our wedding.
Overall, it just carries a hopeful energy to me – much needed these days when it can be easy to let crazy energies get the best of us. And I’ve seen a lot of wild stuff lately. I’m grateful to have anchored my own center and peace that trusts in alignment.
All that is not aligned, will simply drop away or not affect us when we flow with that divine process.
Right now I’m looking forward to backpacking trips, summer visits with friends, new adventures, dreaming about new journeys, and continuing to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.
As I always do, this season also invites reflection.
Many of those reflections arise from things I experience directly, while others emerge from witnessing the journeys of those around me. Recently, a common theme has been appearing again and again—one that has invited me to revisit what compassion, support, and trust truly look like.
It inspired these words that I recently shared on Instagram and felt guided to share again here, as it might be helpful or timely for someone else – especially empaths, caregivers, and healers:
Lately, I’ve been reflecting a lot on something that has not come easily for me.
For much of my life, compassion looked like giving more.
Holding more.
Carrying more.
Protecting more.
If someone I loved was struggling, every part of me wanted to help carry their burden.
And while there is beauty in that impulse, I began to wonder if there are times when what appears to be compassion is also a difficulty trusting another soul’s journey.
Standing with this tree, I found myself contemplating the wisdom of nature.
The tree offers so much.
Shade.
Shelter.
Beauty.
Presence.
Yet it remains deeply rooted in its own relationship with the earth.
It does not abandon itself in service to what grows around it.
Its giving and receiving exist in balance.
And perhaps that balance is part of what allows it to endure.
For those of us who feel deeply, it can be difficult to witness another’s struggle, especially when we can see the possibilities.
Yet life continues to show me that transformation cannot be given.
It can only be chosen.
We can offer love.
We can offer support.
We can illuminate a doorway.
But we cannot create another person’s commitment to walk through it.
Perhaps embodied integrity is learning to honor our own truth as faithfully as we encourage others to honor theirs.
To strengthen our boundaries not as acts of separation, but as acts of love.
To trust that every soul has its own timing, its own lessons, and its own path of becoming.
What we can offer is presence.
We can offer compassion.
We can offer possibility.
And then we can trust.
Trust another person’s capacity to meet their own life.
Trust that what feels difficult today may become the very catalyst for a different choice tomorrow.
The most powerful medicine we offer the world may not be found in what we say.
It may be found in what we embody.
Like the tree, we become a living example.
Rooted in truth.
Open in heart.
Offering love without carrying what is not ours.
And embodying the possibility that others may one day recognize within themselves.
For now, I remain grateful for the reminders this season continues to offer:
To trust the timing.
To honor the journey.
And to allow life to unfold as it will.
In my next post, I’ll be sharing an invitation for those who feel called to step more deeply into their own unfolding and transformation—into a journey of embodiment, presence, and lived experience.
Tania Marie: When the Earth Moves, So Do We
I’m just dropping in briefly to send a wave of energetic support. From the conversations I’ve been having and what I’m witnessing, things feel especially intense right now—and you may be feeling that too.
If you’re curious about the astrological layer of what’s unfolding, Laura shared a thoughtful post on the April 17th New Moon in Aries. She dives into the rare alignment of a seven-planet stellium in Aries, along with other unusual influences that may resonate with something you’ve been sensing, questioning, or trying to understand.
Whether it brings confirmation or simply reflection, one thing feels clear—these are deeply transformational times (capital “T,” and yes, a little pun intended).
Interestingly, the external world has been mirroring that intensity. Just before this New Moon, we experienced a sudden two-day storm that dropped a surprising amount of snow right in the middle of warming spring weather. At our elevation, we received around 16–18 inches, with three to four feet in higher areas—something that extended the ski season a bit longer and brought some unexpected joy to those still on the slopes.
Then, the very next day, a 5.7 earthquake struck about 54 miles away. We felt it strongly, especially with the way our home is positioned, though thankfully there was no damage. Still, it served as a powerful reminder: shifts are happening—both around us and within us.
So yes, the idea of “literal and personal earthquakes” isn’t just metaphorical right now.
But as I shared with Laura, these shifts don’t have to dismantle everything. They can arrive in manageable ways—acting as meaningful markers that invite us to pause, recalibrate, and move energy through us with awareness.
And as I’ve reflected with a friend, returning to gratitude for what is—and trusting that life is ultimately working in our favor, even when it doesn’t appear that way—can shift our state more quickly than we might expect.
We’re all moving through this together. The more each of us can consciously work with what’s arising in our own lives, the more grounded and supportive we can be for one another.
If you feel called, take a moment to explore the three reflection questions at the end of Laura’s post—even if astrology itself isn’t something you usually resonate with.
At its core, this energy is about new beginnings. It opens a bold, initiating doorway—encouraging you to bring your desires into form, stand firmly in your individuality, and release patterns that no longer align. With the strong Aries influence, there’s a call toward honesty, courage, and forward movement—an invitation to trust yourself, speak your truth, and take aligned action toward what you feel deeply guided to create.
For me, this is showing up in very real ways—I’m literally stepping into a new journey in a few short days, while also navigating entirely new inner terrain.
So I’ll leave you with this:
Where in your life are you being called to move, shift, or begin again?
And if you’re feeling called to crystal support, there are still companions available from the release. Nine of the twelve have been homed—the partnership always aligns at the right time, place, and frequency. Orders available only until 4/19 if you want them before June.
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
Tania Marie: Coming Full Circle & Last Update Until Late October
September begins and in a few short weeks we’ll be ushering in a new season.
We have the Autumn Equinox and Eclipses of the 7th and 21st upcoming, which will prove to make this month pivotally and potently transformative, as well as a coming full circle activation.
We’re making the most of Tahoe’s quieter shoulder season right now with hikes, bike rides, and a couple of beach days sprinkled in before our favorite beach closes for this year. We’ve slowed things down a bit to honor what shows up each day and going with the flow of energy, rather than pushing things.
It’s been beautiful and peaceful and I’ve been able to work on getting the things done that I wanted to before this next busy period begins.
This included a nice family celebration for my dad’s 80th this weekend with an overnight at my parent’s house and dinner out where the restaurant surprised him with a huge piece of cake.
This made for double celebrations, as we continued the birthday fun back home with a cake extravaganza my dad made for us all to include his favorites – this three layer vegan chocolate, almond, cherry cake. Mmmmm!
We had a great time celebrating this jubilee and it concluded with a new cycle for us too.
Both Dave and I got a new cell phone upgrade underway and, simultaneously, I just got a new battery for my computer. What a difference they both make!
We had our phones for five plus years, so it’s a nice refresh – more so for me because mine was not optimal anymore. So, if I missed any messages from anyone over this weekend that might be why, as there was a lot of converting going on.
Things like this always feel like an overall upgrade is being reflected for our lives, especially if our things start to show signs of not keeping up with current energies we’ve shifted into.
It’s that letting go of old, to make way for new symbolism and things do usually start to break down, slow down, or altogether blow up, when we create major changes in our lives. This seems to happen more rapidly these days than the longer year periods they may have taken in the past.
As these new things take root, we’re gearing up for a lot of activity and excitement. So, there’s this interesting mix of both slowing some things down, endings, and then revving things up, and beginnings – all at once.
Currently, I have plans to embark on another five day backpacking journey on the 7th’s Pisces Full Moon Total Lunar Eclipse with five guys and four dogs! Dave has some old high school buddies coming up to experience Lake Tahoe’s back country and a Tahoe friend is going to be joining. It’s a first for many of them to do a trip like this and so I helped Dave, as the trail leader and tracker I’ve come to be known as (hehe!), in mapping the course to make it hiker-friendly for the group. There’s been a lot of gear and prep talk with everyone and it proves to be a fun time.
I say currently I have plans to join, as I’m going to finalize my decision the night before due to some other things I’m considering.
After that, it’s going to continue full and busy, as Dave has a short trip while I stay with my family, and not long after he returns, we’re off on a long awaited and exciting adventure. Once we return from that, Dave’s mom and boyfriend will be coming out for a visit for a few days.
This is why after this post, I’ll not be sharing again until late October.
So until then, I wanted to leave you with the energy of what IS about to ignite, as it’s extremely meaningful to me on many levels and does connect to collective.
Without going into all the backstory on how this came to be, which has been a relatively quick, very organic, synchronous, and aligned journey so far, I’m about to return to a heart home for the third time, this life.
I am returning to Egypt.
This is part of my own coming full circle activation I mentioned at the start of this blog.
It’s a soul calling and path embracing.
The last two times I was there, was back in 2007.
I went in April and May that first time and then returned in September of that very same year because I couldn’t stay away.
The photos I’m sharing are from that first trip mostly, with one group photo from the second trip, that profoundly transformed me and when the power of sound healing first ignited in my life and for the first time through my voice.
The energy is tangible in these sacred temples and sites.
You can literally hear the humming and the cosmic music and it awakens pieces of who you are.
I went through a massive rebirthing like no other that involved a unique, and only-ever-time-for-me, kundalini experience on the full day and eve before visiting the Temple of Isis on my first trip.
I then awoke the next morning completed rebirthed and upon entering the sacred grounds of Isis, this Egyptian cat ran up to me to greet me.
I did massive integrative healing and retrieval of past lives for self and others I knew, along with collective work of the same on that trip. I was also able to receive support from my family when I needed them the most.
Here’s some photos of me and mom and me and dad.
I then was able to assist in energy work to support the group of travelers on the second trip, which was made possible by my having integrated the energies of this powerful, sacred spot on Earth, on the first trip.
And this third one feels like it will take all of this and merge it with something more, to a new level.
The first trip was a very small, nearly private trip with two leaders – a channeler and a sound healer. There were only five of us outside of them – four being my family (mom, dad, me, and my ex-husband).
Look at all those orbs around us inside the King’s Chamber of the Great Pyramid – that’s me at center.
Egypt is actually the only place that I cried from leaving and felt somewhat depressed for a while to be away from. So when the same woman who led that journey talked about putting together a special 9-9-9 trip (this concluded with a private ceremony inside the Great Pyramid on 9/9/2007 that she received guidance on being important for collective energy shifts) just a few months after the first one, I didn’t hesitate for a second to say, “yes.”
This second trip had sixteen of us plus the same channeler leader – so 17 total.
There’s always an Egyptologist that joins each group, as well, and any other Egyptian handlers necessary for what the individual tour involves. The man on the right is the dear and amazing soul, Mohamed Nazmy, who has since transitioned.
This September we have a similar group size returning with 13 voyagers plus 2 leaders (15) for the first part of the tour and 14 voyagers plus 2 leaders (16) for the second part of the tour.
We’ll be there for three weeks total – the first two weeks with the tour group and a second week with a smaller group of 9 of us that are staying on and joining up with my sweet friend, Mody Ra who so graciously has welcomed us with open heart and home to show us the magick of Egypt through his eyes.
This smaller group is made up of people who know each other and Mody online only, but will be meeting for the first time in person. We know, however, that this coming together was written long ago for the work we will be doing there with this particular soul family frequency returning once again.
For me and Mody, it’s an extra fun, heart-warming, and meaningful moment we’re both looking forward to.
The front end of our time in Egypt will be following nearly exact footsteps as my two previous trips, with a few new additions. And the last week with Mody will be a more local’s experience and adventuring to new places altogether.
We have a lot of fun surprises in store during that last week, but overall the whole journey will be a wonderful surprise of energetic amazingness – of that I’m sure.
To say I’m excited, is an understatement. I’m especially excited to share it with Dave because it’s his first time ever experiencing Egypt. I know it will be pivotal.
I’ve been taking things one day at a time though, and listening to the messages for any energetic preparations, as well as am being in receiving mode as to what key and important things I’ll be guided to do at each sacred site and along the way.
For this, and other reasons, I’ve been more removed lately while I tune in and connect in other needed ways right now. So, just a heads up that I’m in a different space right now until after I return.
On the past trips to Egypt I’ve done a lot of self-guided processes, alongside the group things we initiated together, and I know this time will be similar. I know I’ll be guided to share some things with the group when the moment moves me too.
There’s a lot of bookended collective energies and alignments that have all happened without planning them, although we know how that goes on other levels. There is significance to the timing with collective rippling woven in, as these things always have.
We get in a few days earlier to get anchored, but things will ignite on the Virgo New Moon partial Solar Eclipse on 9/21 (which will involve private time inside of the Great Pyramid again) and come full circle with the Aries Full Moon on 10/7, Egypt morning time. We’ll also be there for the Autumn Equinox on the 9/22.
Given what took place during and after my last two trips, I can’t even fathom what’s about to activate.
All I can say is that I’m hugely grateful things came together in such a supportive way to make this trip possible and I trust what will unfold, as there has never, personally, been the levels of energy and astounding experiences than the times when I’ve been in Egypt.
For now, it’s one day at a time with complete trust in cosmic perfection.
In the meantime, I hope that each of you continue unwrapping the golden threads of your own cosmic perfection.
There’s so much support around us in all forms to receive and amazing doorways of opportunity for alchemy to be woven into your own elixir of life.
What we each do is connected for all.
There are always so many possibilities.
As, I sign off until October, here’s a last update on crystal offerings.
The most recent large crystal skull beings were lovingly homed and we couldn’t be more grateful. Again, I’m always taken back at how they clearly know when they want to be shown and whom they want to be with. It’s pure magick to help bridge these beautiful connections.
After listing these, a few little magickal beings spoke up that they were ready to fly, so I offered three Starseeds that are more affordable yet potent pocket, travel, dreamtime, and altar companions. I shared all of their information at the link below, so please read their story to learn about them and how they specifically asked to be bridged to you.
And don’t forget that if one of these sweet beings calls to you and you’d like to start working with them, my last shipping date is September 5th. Otherwise, I will resume shipping in late October.
There’s nothing too far out of reach, so keep dreaming, believing, and moving forward, one step at a time!
See you in Autumn, as we near Samhain!