We are in the stillness of winter. A silence that wraps the land in sparkles of frozen reprieve. I long to sit with my ancestors by a fire. Feeling held by the holiness of their ancient stories. The warmth of the flames caressing our skin. The taste of sacred tobacco on our tongues.
In the sanctum of the dark...
On December 21, we will enter the Solstice portal, a deep space of time magic. For those of us in the Northern Hemisphere, this marks the darkest time of the year. A time of gathering within. Of celebrating all that we've sewn throughout the year.
Beloved Mother Earth...
I breathe in your sacred hum and feel tender emanations of love
I breathe in your rhythms and feel nourished in exuberance and wonder
I breathe in your cycles and feel the sweet dance of shadow and light
We are presently in this deep womb space of darkness… the darkest time of the year. Immersed in a place of tender holding… waiting… trusting. We have learned to fear this darkness… and yet without it, we wouldn’t learn how to surrender, and to shed layers of our self that are ready to transmute into …
Ahhhhh… our first snowfall for those of us in eastern PA! Soooo beautiful… and what’s even more beautiful is watching the leaves falling from the trees as if they’re dancing with the snow crystals in a sacred surrender ~ capturing the beauty of both fall and winter. I feel my child self… immersing in the …
We Were Made For These Times Challenging as this may feel, many of us working with energy are familiar with this sacred mantra. I personally find myself weaving in and out of these words, sometimes feeling shaken to the core, and other times, resting fully in my authentic truth – though most oftentimes dancing somewhere in …
This image touches my heart as I reflect upon my father, who flew through the veils 30 years ago today. After healing many layers of childhood wounding, I feel a depth of my father’s love that I did not feel while he was in physical form. There are moments where my heart longs to see …
I love the way the sun illuminates Mother Earth’s magic and beauty in this photo as we celebrate her on her special day and express our gratitude for her deeply nourishing gifts. It is as if she is singing her sweet Light Language to us — gently holding us within the canopy of her trees. …
May we all feel the radiant sustenance of creating anew, breathe a sparkle of light on the rich dark canvas of our inner landscape, and experience this void as beautiful … …
