Chestnut is strong, straight and true - a resilient master of self, solid standing, protective of his core values. Together they weave prosperity - one that flows from the wisdom of a full heart.

The more I become absorbed in writing this the more species are showing me their protective qualities … Gorse with the power of a coiled snake, Rowan deeply rooted within the feminine power, Hawthorn emboldening the power of the Heart, Nettles restorative warmth, Hollys ability to hold thunder and so many fungi are talking to me about theirs … and I am starting to be initiated into the knowledge of the protective qualities of nurturance that plants and animals carry to care for what is precious.

What a beautiful message to receive as the days move deeper into the darkness of the Feminine principle.

And the land … the land remembers. For the bones of our original Cosmic Elder, the Divine Crone - Tiamet formed her.

This months meditation was such a surprise, even though I know to expect the unexpected.

A beautiful White Lunar Moth was our guide and we travelled through a moonbeam into a Pearlescent World to meet with an Ancient non-human Ancestral lineage.

In this short video I explore the unfolding meaning of this one word Articulation in my life, especially in relation to the Shamanic Healing meditations i channel and co-create with other realms.

And Robin keeps reminding me that I haven’t written about him, the purveyor of New Beginnings,  yet. I have a personal association of him with the stag from a Vision Quest I underwent just before my Chiron return at 0 degrees Aries … and now it seems nearly every planet is going back and forth across that point. And I have written much about the stag …

By being responsive in this way I am learning where there is a drag, delay or stickiness in my fields between my spiritual intuitive response and my integrated human one. Where my human comes up with objections about what is acceptable - even in, more correctly … especially in spiritual circles.

The creeping Buttercups here were the last to offer their gifts for the demo. I saw them as thuggish during my gardening years. Inviting them, as I pulled them out, to help me pull out all that was roguish and embedded within me.

Living closer to the land in a more deconstructed way I need to go outside to move between rooms and spaces. Life in the Highlands means that all plans are influenced by weather and season, I’m used to that, though life not being contained by 4 walls enables deeper, richer, connection.

Wild bee hives are often hidden in tree hollows or rock crevices. It needs to be sought out - yet you need to know it’s there … follow the bees back to the source … follow the frequency of the hum to where the waxy, malleable structure contains the rich nourishing, nurturing honey. 

the Bee leaves the Heart of the Rose to set out on a Pilgrimage through the seven gateways before returning back to the centre of her origins, crossing the Threshold into a Phoenix experience.

Green is considered to be the colour of the Heart Chakra, so it’s not surprising that the little bird represents the weave of connection between Love and Abundance.

My meditation medicine is potent, here layered with each poem and mythos transmission drawing us deeply into the embrace and rememberance of the Dreaming Earth.

White Willow Light Language medicine

Soon I will be launching the Dreaming Earth Poetry Portal. Gather to explore my poems, their underlying mythos with a meditation transmission drawing us deeply into each poems medicine. Here I share my most recent poem, with it’s mythos …

Many of us have stories where Divine grace guided us in ways beyond our comprehension and the more we can align with those subtle, and not so subtle, nudges the deeper our trust that the magic and the miracles are unfolding even when we don’t see them yet.

Today I found over 30 self-seeded baby Cherry trees on the croft - imagine my excitement ! I couldn’t get an exact count though, as I would have trampled them. Cherry is for New Beginnings, the celebration of having crossed a threshold. 

And now it seems this timeline has been revived along with the gifts of a very different spiritual journey to the one I had envisioned all those years ago.

Reflections are often much more than we can see or know. To try and analyse them with the mind isn’t always helpful, but when we soften and open our hearts we move worlds - that perhaps only the birds can see.