- Crystal Treasures From March 7, 2014
- February Card, Crystals and Flower Essence
- Connecting with Mama Gaia in January
- Tarot Affirmation for January 12, 2014
- Tarot Affirmation for January 8, 2013
- The Good Shit
- The Signs
- Giving Them Back – Earth Treasures Returned to the Earth
- In Which I…Ah Frick-It. Just Read It!
- This Morning I Was…
Woohoo! I’ve got a new video! This is all about being joyful conscious creators of our future and the crystals and flower essences that can help. Enjoy!
That’s right, I’m promoting a little connection with Mama Gaia this month! I decided to pull a card to see how we might do just that. It was truly funny because I saw this card in my mind and the ideas and words were already flowing for it before I had even ended the shuffling process.
Who showed up? The Explorer of Air! Such a daring and curious fella, he is, and nothing would stop him from doing what he loves best – exploring! (That’s right, not the snow, the darker days, the extreme heat, not anything. He’s good at finding a moment to slip into explorer mode and then milk it for all it’s worth! He’s quite the inspiration!)
The Explorer of Air wants us to get out there and explore a little more! You don’t need to go climbing trees, like he is, though he says it’s really fun (and I agree), if you are up to it, you should definitley try it! Even if it is just the very first limb! But for those who want to stay nicely connected to Terra Firma, I and the Explorer of air perfectly understand! The explorer of air suggests just getting outside for even a few minutes and looking for something you might not have noticed before in the natural world around you and appreciating it for a bit. That’s it, it’s that simple!
So, let’s get out there and explore, connect with Mama Gaia (also known as Terra Mater by the ancient Romans) and appreciate the moments of connection that come!
Once you’ve done a bit of exploring, (and warmed up or cooled down depending on what half of the Earth you are currently residing on) maybe stop by and share what your discovered! Sharing is half the fun, and that way even more people get the opportunity to appreciate it too!
Today’s card is the Seven of Summer.
In this card we see a Fairy woman in a hat shop trying on hats. She has lots of choices around her and I get the feeling she might have been at this for a while. She is in the process of choosing the hat she likes best and she’s going to take her time in doing so!
When you choose a hat you tend to look through all the choices that are available and then choose the one that you like the best. The one that serves you the best.
What if we think of our thoughts as hats?
What if we apply the same logic in choosing our thoughts as we would our hats?
We wouldn’t choose a hat that we didn’t like. People are seriously fussy about hats, have you ever noticed that? Even when it comes to finding a hat for some practical purpose, like keeping our heads warm when outside in the winter, we still take the time to choose the one we like best.
What if we took the same care in choosing our thought as we do in choosing our hats?
What if we chose our thoughts out of those available to us based on how much we liked them?
Another thing about hats – we can take them on and off at will! What if we saw our thoughts as something we can take on and off at will?
You can, you know.
Some thoughts are harder to get off just like some hats are. (Think of those fancy little hats that have to be pinned on through the hair.) Some thoughts are harder to keep in place. (Ever had a hat that the wind just kept grabbing off your head?) Even in these cases, though, there are ways!
You are empowered to choose your thoughts.
Practicing choosing your thoughts makes it more natural and easier over time. What better time to start than now. Start to practice choosing your thoughts based on how much you like them. Try them on, see how they make you feel. See how they serve you. Choose thoughts that feel good. That serve you. Choose thoughts that are flattering, fun, and that you WANT to wear.
Remember, you wouldn’t want to wear a hat that wasn’t these things, so why wear a thought that isn’t as well.
Oh, and don’t forget that hats are a very personal thing. What I like and what you like or what I think suits me and what you think suits you can be different! You wouldn’t likely let someone choose a hat for you that you didn’t also like yourself. The same goes for thoughts! Choose for yourself! Have your own style and flair.
It’s YOUR hat!
“May you see your thoughts as hats. May you know that you can take them on and off at will. May you know that you are empowered to choose. May you choose thoughts that feel best and serve you best. May you choose thoughts you like!”
“I see my thoughts as hats. I can take them on and off at will. I am empowered to choose. I choose thoughts that feel best and serve me best. I choose thoughts I like!”
On a side note here, I have a favorite author, Gail Carriger, who has a wonderfully individual character when it comes to her choices in hats, no matter what anyone else might think of them. They are outrageous hats but she unflappingly loves them, wears them and owns the wearing of them! I was inspired a bit by that character today in writing this. The books are a lot of fun and I highly recommend them. They are the Parasol Protectorate Series by Gail Carriger.
As part of my morning practice I pulled a tarot card to inspire an affirmation for the day. I pulled the Ace of Spring.
I came up with two affirmations from this card that I think compliment each other.
“I see evidence of beauty, growth and freshness of spirit coming from me.”
“My dreams take flight.”
In this card it is Spring. We see the Earth bursting forth with a freshness and newness that lifts our spirits and reminds us of the potential that both the Earth and we hold within us. The branch that has been bare all winter now bursts forth with frothy white blossoms. There’s an excitement in the air, a renewing of energy and fresh inspiration to get out there and engage in life. Someone has taken that invitation and gone out to play. Their beautiful kite reaches up into the sky, pausing to frolick with the blossoming tree. The symbol of the butterfly adorns the kite reminding us of the transformation that is available to all of us, reminding us of what beauty we hold when we emerge from our caccoons and let our dreams take flight.
It is good to be reminded of these things and it is good to see evidence of our own beauty, growth and renewal of our spirits. It uplifts us, it encourages us, it adds to our faith in ourselves and in the world around us. From this place we are more able to let our dreams take flight… and to delight in the process of doing so.
May you see the beauty within yourself. May you see and appreciate your own growth and blossoming. May your spirit be renewed and refreshed. May you let your dreams take flight. May you find joy in it all.
I was up before dawn today, deciding not to turn over and go back to sleep when my husband arose to feed the cats and start his own day. I curled up in the big chair in the office and pulled my pile of writing books next to me, looking for inspiration and a way to redirect my mind from remnants of restless dreams. I found the inspiration in bits and pieces but it was when I opened my own writing notebook and read something I had written a little over a year ago that the sting of tears and the stir of the heart told me I had finally found my piece of gold. Leonie Dawson has said that when you go back and read something you have written and it makes you cry, then that’s the good shit, that’s what you should share. So, here it is, the thing that inspired me, my piece of gold – the good shit.
The following is from one of my writing notebook, it was in letter form to my Aunt and was never sent or shared, until now. I’ve left it mostly unedited and as it was written that day.
October 5, 2012
Dear Aunt B.,
I saw a painting on a feather the other day while visiting an art gallery and it reminded me of you and the amazing paintings you’ve done on feathers. Then today my writing prompt in Old Friend from Far Away by Natalie Goldberg, a book on the practice of writing memoir, was to write about a Mother, Grandmother or Aunt starting with “I remember…”. I chose to write about you.
I wrote about you in your hair salon downtown, about your look, about the music you had playing. The memory of your long painted nails massaging my scalp at the hair washing station. The Aussie shampoo, bubblegum scent. The spray of warm water as you rinsed my hair and the deft twist of your wrist as you rung it out and piled it on top of my head with a long clip. I wrote about helping you shear sheep. I wrote about how you would move from one task and talent to another with a matter of fact, no nonsense way. I wrote about how you loved to grow zinnias.
Then after stopping the writing exercise more memories flooded forward and tears stung my eyes. A missing wrenched my heart as I recalled all our time spent together.
Do you remember teaching me to throw metal buckets at the barn as a way to let go of anger and frustration? We stood a ways back from the barn, metal buckets at hand and let them fly. I remember the whoosh of release and the satisfactory loud clang as they hit the side of the barn. It was easier to laugh after a few bucket tosses, and we did. Then we would make our way back to whatever we were going to do next. Garden, paint, learn how to fix the car, bake bread. So many things you shared with me and I find each one is a special treasure stored up in my heart.
So, thank you, Natalie Goldberg, for that prompt and your wonderful writing books. Thank you Leonie Dawson for helping me know when it’s the good shit. And thank you Aunt B. – for everything.
A misty morning ride, ferries swallowed by low banks of clouds hovering over the water. The bay filled with fishing boats, the docks lined up with hopeful crowds holding heavy rods. A large splash just off shore, a flash of silver. The first of the salmon have returned. Horned grebes dot the silver grey waters, the first of the winter birds to return from summer breeding grounds to the north. Blackberries dripping from soaking wet vines, blushes of red on sweetgums. Summertide is turning and the waning of the year slowly takes hold.
It is only the beginning of the changes I have witnessed each year I have lived here in the Puget Sound. The signs are familiar, like a close friend, I know these cycles of the season. Not long from now more water birds will begin to arrive – grebes, harlequin ducks, surf scoters. The rocks and sandy places along the shore will host foraging shorebirds – sanderlings, black turnstones, surfbirds.
The osprey and caspian terns will begin to gather and circle in the sky, calling and chattering, planning their travels south. Long trips towards the warmer climes of Mexico, Central and South America. This time I’ll already be gone when they start their journeys. I’ll have to say my goodbyes earlier this year.
I have my own southward journey ahead of me. A journey that will lead me to a new set of seasonal cycles and signs. A high desert and mountain climate dotted with lakes and sagebrush, juniper and pines. I’ll have to learn new signals of the turning of the year, make new friends with the land and the creatures with in it. Perhaps, though, a few of my familiar friends here in the Puget Sound Basin will pass over my new home on their way to theirs. I will watch the sky and wonder as I see swallows and osprey and geese moving south – are these ones I know? Either way I’ll wish them well and then I’ll say farewell to summer in a new place and welcome autumn in new ways.
The wheel turns, the journey continues.