We are not that different

You and me

Me and them

Them and you

We are not that different

Each one of us carries bee stings in our hearts

Between the Fall Equinox and Winter Solstice, the veils thin and our ancestors begin to call. They need to be seen, and heard, in a felt sense way regardless of the literal stories. They need us to see them as divine souls of perfection who lived very human imperfect lives as we are all meant to. There is a process that we need to say yes to, to receive the blessings of Samhain, and this window of time during fall is when the door is wide open.

It is the shape-shifting nature of Wombyn that we must seek to know intimately to crack us open to our innate wisdom, and the raw creative life force of Life. It teaches us to channel it, to be a portal of gestation, and to bring spirit to life. In its many forms. This is the magic of wombyn.

Spirituality always started in the roots of the earth mother. She was once the almighty divinity. It doesn’t matter what crevasse or corner of the world we were born from, the roots of our existence are of mother earth. The essence of our ancestors are woven through her landscape, and future generations depend on the embrace of this connection. Over the years we’ve lost sight of her holiness as a collective and therefore we’ve lost a sense of honor that reminds us where we’ve come from, and the truth of our invincibility

The earth mother is calling. It’s time to come home.

The healer's journey is our own self-healing, that we then emanate out into the world. We energetically radiate our healed states as an offering to those who have struggled with our struggles. We call upon the divine mother to mother and heal ourselves, and then embody her divinity to emanate unconditional love and compassion to those around us.

The underworld is the place of tracking the shadows of our unconscious selves.

The medicine of the ethers is to recognize ourselves as divine light. As divine consciousness.

When it comes to freeing our feminine souls, diving into the dark waters of our deepest wounds is part of the journey. What we withhold takes up space. It takes away from the capacity of our conscious self to thrive.

It is said in some traditions that when we heal ourselves, we can heal 7 generations back, and 7 generations forwards. This has always brought me to the pondering of maybe, somehow in our DNA, in our cellular memory we carry residue of our ancestral DNA 7 generations back? I don’t know if this is factually true, but in my heart and bones I believe it.

Our intuition is one of our greatest allies in this complex world (particularly as women), if not our greatest. The trouble is trusting it.

Our intuition is our sense that's reading the energy all around us. Whether that's listening to the plants and flowers, your body, the animals, the cosmos, other people, or your own subconscious knowing…Our intuition speaks in mysterious ways.

Oh how I know, how sensitive you are. How much it is to feel everything so deeply. I know its beauty and tenderness. I know the depth that is such a sweet gift to receive in this life. To feel the heart in, and of, everything. Not everyone in this world gets to experience the expansiveness of love that you do. To feel so much compassion for every little ounce of this world.

It can feel like too much at times, I know…

The Marigold Women are the wise women. They are the trackers of feminine power and feminine freedom. They are of the earth, made of water and made of fire. Playful, and innocent, but with eyes wide open. They know holy rage, and holy love. They are the rainbow warrior goddesses of everything.

It’s time to make space for reflection. The veils are thinning as we have crossed to the other side of the fall equinox. The more we slow down, the more we can hear the voice of our inner wise one that surely has something to say. She comes out more strongly this time of year. It’s a gradual deepening with her. It’s like the first pull of brakes on a train, that takes miles to halt it - this is fall. The brakes were just pulled, but you’d barely know looking from the outside. We are still moving fluidly, soaking in the presence of the sun and warmth of day, as the sun dissipates a hair earlier each evening.​

The world as we know it is changing. The ways we have known, the comforts we have become accustomed to, are all slipping, and shifting, and changing. The times have always been calling for us to wake up - they're just speaking a bit louder right now. It’s time to root back into a life of harmony with the earth, our bodies, the cosmos, and the divine. It's time to listen, and loosen our grasp on what we think should be, and open our inner eyes and ears to what is. Slow down. Grieve what's being lost, be grateful for all the abundance we do have, and listen.

The Goddesses are archetypes, and they are divine entities that roam the cosmos and the earth. They are us, and they are also outside of us, waiting for us to summon them

The Goddesses have many faces, the feminine psyche has many facets. Our power comes from our ability to embrace ALL of it.

Rebirthing is not a flip of a light switch. You don’t let go of the old and immediately become the new. It’s slow and grueling. Uncomfortable, confusing, and unclear at times. At times, it’s also ecstatic and exciting. The process moves in waves. Sometimes the entirety of the whole cycle is faster than others, more painful or joyful, but it’s always a process.

Women intrinsically know they must unravel to reveal what their soul is aching to reclaim. I believe society as a whole knows the same.