In laying to rest what of the past no longer serves us we can start to clarify the wisdom that it contains. It will be hidden until we do … new beginnings always grow in the rich compost of the old. The ancient that held us and protects us until we are ready to make our own choices and discernment and we may carry through a few golden threads that are purified in this alchemical process, to be woven in a new way … as we prepare to embrace our renewal and rebirth and step into the unknown.

What had been coming up for all of us really strongly was our Voice - how much it had been suppressed and conditioned into silence, keeping the status quo, being nice … and for how long … way back into the ancestry of both our genetic and spiritual lineages.

Our vulnerabilities truly start to become our strengths. The journey then starts to become exciting. A year or two ago, I felt as if a veil had lifted and I could just open my mouth and let the words flow out. This was not only a revelation for me, but essential for my work in the world …

As I go through this process of recording healing stories and meditation journeys for the Sacred Earth Essences - I am embodying them at such a deep level I am becoming them.

A living book, a sacred text, a prayer in physical form - as Snowdrop is - a silent blessing from the Elemental Kingdom.

Aurora Triology Part 3

Aurora Triology ~ Part 2

Whatever the cause, as we leave parts of ourself in these memories we lose personal power. Each time a similar pattern is triggered these memory trails are lit up and our power to respond dissipates. Retrieving those parts is empowering. In my experience Shamanic soul retrieval is the most direct way, but not the only way.

And as I moved out to the veranda where the steps lead down back to the square … there was a roar - at first I though it was a plane, then perhaps thunder … but it was so loud and rumbled and sounded more like the roar of a huge animal. Others were also looking for the source, curious … when I realised - it was a Dragon roar of a long awaited Battle victory !

The land told me what was not written in history, that this valley was a refuge for hundreds of years - probably longer. And that these men were ones of honour, valour and integrity for they protected and integrated the wilder sisterhood still exiled in the hills, wove them back into the everyday - gave them a way out. Those who were persecuted, regardless of outward appearances, found that they shared a common God.

On the spiritual path, the path of Heart seeks to marry and balance these aspects within ourselves. And this leads us on a journey, whether following a star, a white stag, spiritual guidance, a compelling dream or deep knowing - though any final destination is unknown - we keep moving.

Part of any pilgrimage or vision quest is not just about what shows up, but about the returning. Considering how to implement the wisdom and medicine of the experiences and emerging stories after walking out of one life across a threshold into another - there is no turning back.

When the realisation that control and free-will are the same, and both are an illusion, finally hits your core … dealing with self-created disappointment, before being able to see the incredulous synchronistic path being laid out … that that no human hand could arrange. Being open to magic, even when it’s challenging ... As I sat by the river telling my story, a huge salmon leapt out of the river. And so my relationship with Salmon has changed … Salmon has become an ally, framing perfectly these past years of that transition from perceived struggle to grace.

“Embrace
dissolution and
walk the salten way
of this terrain”

My Heart home.
Promises were made to return.
Promises became contracts concentrated in my cells, radiating through my blood.

She’d given me a new name for the land and we talked about the shift from embracing feminine open-heartenedness into more of a unity consciousness - a coherent duality. These are stories already told and yet to be told …

This morning
I surrendered

A poem … subtitled, ‘Message from a Collarbone’ ! And came through an embodied writing exercise I share in the ‘Powering up from Within’ course.

Poem - Part 1 of the Aurora Triology

It was like going through a time portal.

It’s time to release the old structures, for though the new is here we can’t easily see it yet, our eyes may deceive us as our linear brains can’t quite compute.

A poem …