Rest. Each one of you. And be in this moment. And now this one. And this one.
Feel how perfectly loved and held you are.
Cradled and cared for like a rare rose in an exquisitely tended garden filled with nourishment, life, and sunlight. Upheld by the earth and her helpers from the elemental, crystal, and mineral kingdom.
That is how supported you are. That is how precious you are. This is how divinely guided you are…
Read MoreThis passage is a sneak peek from my upcoming book Revelations of The Sky.
‘To See By Candlelight’
I’m trying to learn what I can in this difficult season.
The other day, I was talking to a soul sister after our workout class. She is a kindred connection who sees life through a lens of hope, and we were having an honest conversation about how our summers were going. I shared the financial pressures and unexpected breakdown that has been occurring…
Read MoreA poem for speaking light into the world.
‘Follow the Love’
Speak kindness.
Speak truth.
Speak healing.
Speak belief.
Speak the world
you'd like to see.
A poem inspired by mystical things…
‘Write Your Dragon’
First pink—
the hot kind,
then blue—
the royal kind,
next red—
the rouge kind.
Each day is yours to take and make.
I know it doesn’t always feel this way. I know it’s hard sometimes. I know the struggle is real. I struggle too.
And yet I also know there is so much beauty when we take the time to find our rose colored glasses and notice all the places our world is painted in color.
There is good happening when we cultivate good by finding the joy that exists.
Read MoreMy brother would have been 44 yesterday.
It’s the fourth June 13th, ‘Brent would have been _ today,’ that has passed without him here. Since we lost him at 39, I’ve often written about how he’ll remain forever 39 in my mind and how strange it is to carry on aging without him passing through the number first.
40. 41. 42. Soon 43. These are all numbers I’ve experienced without him, and I don’t really know what to make of that. It just is.
Read MoreI woke up this morning with a quiet heart, who grew heavy when I saw the headlines and reports of more rioting and violence in the United states of America.
The household was quiet—for once I managed to sneak out of the bedroom without waking the cat or the dog (both who can be quite high needs first thing in the morning), made myself a cup of coffee, and sat down on my meditation pillows as I contemplated life and watched night’s ink sky begin to streak with dawn’s silver and gray.
I lit candle. Burned a little juniper. Put my hand on my heart, opened myself to spirit…
Read MoreI have a tradition that I do around Memorial Day each year. It began in 2016. Memorial weekend was a total gift that year. I’d just lost Brent that January, and after a long, cold, grief filled winter, the warm sunshine and blue skies that graced the last bit of May were medicine for my heart.
So were the flowers I bought in profusion that weekend. Cherry blooms, daffodil buds, purple pansies spilling out of their baskets— I turned the front porch and back patio into an enchanted garden, and I spent Memorial Day sitting on my porch in the sunshine, writing, drawing and enjoying time with my husband and our fur kids.
I was going through a deep process of transformation at the time…
Read MoreYesterday I had a tiny epiphany.
One of those transcendent moments of seeing something with greater clarity where your heart goes aha! and you know you’ve just had a bound of personal growth.
It happened in Kappa during a late afternoon walk by the ocean…
Read MoreIt’s been a quiet season of heart these last few months.
The timing of the pandemic became a catalyst to a season of introspection and reevaluation, and I’ve used my time at home to try and appreciate the simple pleasures in life, search the wisdom in my heart and make space for new truths to reveal themselves.
I’ve been sorting through a lot this last season trying to see my bigger picture and continue to find answers for the questions in my heart…
Read MorePoetry Mused by Beauty…
‘Bahut Sundar’
I’d like to see poetry in the clouds again.
Stitch the rain with curiosity and wonder.
Talk to a gnome where the blue fern grows.
Dreamwalk Dorado by crescent moon’s thunder…
Poetry for this slow down time…
Sublime
Use this time to return to you and
let yourself sink back into your truth.
Use this time to unwind in divine and
allow for the breadth of your heart’s sublime…
We have several families of baby chicks on the property right now.
The eight, who I now call the adolescents, appeared about 7 or 8 weeks back. Right around the time when the world was stopping and everybody went indoors. We’ve been feeding them and watching them grow since from tiny little balls of baby fluff to gangling, rather awkward looking teens.
The little yellow family appeared about 4 weeks ago…
Read More‘The Growing Up Years’
They were the years I learned,
our hearts often travel of
their own volition,
with no permission slips
and little regard for the field trips
they take with our lives…
Back in January I chose 'Happiness' as the theme I wanted to learn about and grow in 2020.
Each year I choose a word or phrase whose essence and energy I'd like to better know and understand. Then as the year goes on, I begin to see what the word has to teach me, which always shows up in unexpected ways— sometimes rewriting my definition and understanding of the word entirely.
For example, I once chose “Peaceful Heart” with the intent that my life be drama free and heart healing after a previous year fraught with transition and heartache…
Read MoreIt’s been a week for sacred circles. Last weekend,
I married two friends in a lovely, simple, quiet ceremony by the lake. They’ve somehow found a fit after a lot of miss-fits, and it brought my heart joy to be a tiny part of assisting their union.
Later that night, I did intuitive readings for an equally lovely group of friends who invited me into their circle for the evening and allowed me to take part in their wonderful warm, loving energy (and one totally awesome cheese and charcuterie grazing table)…
Read MoreYour light is so much more than your troubles. Your being is so much more than your troubles. Your essence is so much more than your troubles.
Don’t forget that each of you, at your core, is a divine wise being of light. Each of you has so much more to offer the world than you often give yourselves credit for.
Each of you has a unique light, a unique essence and expression solely your own. You are part of the greater light and you are also here to shine in only the way you can shine.
Read MoreThere is something magical about waking up to the sounds of the jungle when it’s springtime. It begins anywhere from 4:30-5:30 when the first rooster decides to crow and others begin to answer back. Then the song birds sing as dark shifts to dawn. The hens cluck, the chicks peep, the pigs grunt in return from their nighttime forays.
Sometimes there are noises unidentifiable to me that sound rather fantastical as if the jungle is also a secret veil which masks wild things and strange beasts and mythical creatures from hidden realms.
Read MoreThe day started off with sunshine, but has quickly turned to gray. I think it’s going to be a rainy Easter, which is not unusual for spring on the island.
My husband and I have a few special things planned. Making deviled eggs like my mom used to make. Baking a cake. Doing a little ritual to celebrate rebirth, transitions, and resurrection. We both love this time of year: it takes him back to his Catholic roots and brings me into the space of Christ Consciousness and unconditional love. Also, the nature lover in me smiles at the gifts of the earth, and the signs of spring all around.
The earth is waking up, and I feel myself wanting to wake with her.
Read MoreIt is a beautiful spring day outside. Butterflies abound. Flower are opening up. A slight breeze is helping lift the heat, which suddenly returned to the island last weekend.
We’ve fallen into a quarantine routine in my household, which is much harder on my husband (who does not like to be contained) than it is on me. I already work from home, and other than my deep need to go be out in nature, I can be quite introverted and hibernate-y when I’m in writer’s mode.
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