There is an elegance that touches a Birch Tree, beauty that radiates from its branches, bark, leaves, flowers and roots. Every part of it is perfect. Birch has a silence that draws us in, a spirit of mindfulness. ..

Contentment

I love walking in the woods and being with the Spirits of the plants and trees. Here is where I find my center and my balance. Here is where I find my sense of peace and belonging, where I am touching home. Here I can get lost in what is…

When the heart center (the gateway between the upper spiritual and the lower physical energy centers) is closed off the emotions no longer have a place to process. These raw, unprocessed emotions could cause us to feel weak…

Wild Sweet Violets appear when our long grey winter is ending, reminding us once again of the sacred cycle of life. New growth, a new season, fresh new, sweet life emerging. This beautiful, delicate, flirtatious flower gently opens our hearts to the promise of spring…

Wild Rose is a vine, weaving and rambling, a free spirit, growing here, there and everywhere, welcoming summer. The energy of this flower dissolves the physical, freeing the heart, letting go of all the excuses, all the blame we hold for ourselves and for others…

In my garden, under the shade of the apple tree, the pink bleeding hearts are blooming. Delicate, tender poetry for early spring. Their hearts bursting, overflowing with teardrops dripping from each blossom…

There is a tunnel of trees in the woods alongside a place where deer step out to feed on apples in late summer. A canopy of oaks and beeches with old, forsaken branches strewn along its floor leading to a steep, sudden, down slope…

I see the Magnolia trees as they vibrate up and out and stretch high into the sky, humming with a magnificent, high pitch. Pure joy for springtime. Asking me to follow into their stretch.

Magnolia holds space for us, for our spirit, for this life…

My Peonies were greeting me as I entered my garden this morning. Nodding hello, happy, bending downward, almost but not quite touching the earth. Heavy from the overnight rain…

I sit in my garden as night falls. Sacred Datura has opened. It glows. It is brilliant in the moon’s light. Its essence is calling in dreams, visions and sacred rites of passage…

I am in love with the Beach Rose!

I love its beauty. I love its bristly protection. I love its vulnerability. I love its survival skills…

Queen Anne’s Lace has a dreamy, delicate, soft, vulnerable quality that goes hand and hand with the sensitivity of a full moon in Pisces. Its flower head reminds me of a life of stories…

Peace on Earth

They have an aura of gentle, sweet magic. Calm. Sensitive. Eyes that draw you into their spirit. If you encounter a deer in the woods, you stand between the worlds for a moment…

Why did someone mow the field where the damselflies lived!? Grass, clover, wildflowers in their prime cut down and left to die. And now, an uncanny silence. And a heart-breaking way to begin my day. The damsels brought me the awe I longed for on those ‘ordinary’ days…

There she is today circling above, calling out with that clear shrill voice of hers. My old friend. Ever present on a limb, in the sky, in my journeys. Some days she greets me at my door, sitting in the black walnut tree. Other days she is gliding…

My first love. …and one of my forever loves.

The first time I touched rose quartz its soothing vibration circled my heart with its rosy pink color and I fell madly and deeply and forever in love. Rose quartz radiated its loving, soft, Divine energy, resting first in my heart…

Rosophia sets us at a doorway where time never existed, when our worlds came to be. This stone fills us with waves of gentle Love, holding and awakening our Heart space with the tenderness of the Divine Feminine…

Life after death.
I am clearly in another world as I stand here looking over the devastation in this valley. Such trauma. Yet there is an acceptance in the earth. A wisdom beyond our imagination. A dance She does that baffles me. How does She stay in character?…

Medicine Lake in California is sacred land. It is a vortex within a vortex, one of the sacred sites surrounding Mount Shasta. Pine, cedar, hemlock and fir trees lead the way up into this sanctuary, tall and handsome and protective, becoming smaller and sparser as we climb in altitude…