Jewels in The Shadows

Hello dear friends,

Its been a while since I have shared anything. Winter has brought me inward and beckoned me to question what it is I really want to offer the world. I have spent this time really opening my intuitive and claresensory abilities. I have spent many mornings tuning in to energies, archetypes and spiritual beings and practicing automatic writing. As I move forward, I intend to share more of what comes through in those times as well as my experience of these messages. I attended a workshop recently that demonstrated the significance of owning my experience and it occurred to me, that this is a practice I need to incorporate in to my writing. The following is a message from the energy of the divine mother or the archetype of Mother Mary. I spend time feeling in to this energy and then I write. I hope this brings you some hope and light in your day and if so please feel free to

Jewels in the Shadows

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My darlings of the earth, do not think you can shine your light by only looking at your shadows. Shadow work is merely a path to discovering what is underneath, what shimmering gems lurk there waiting for the light of your attention, of your energy, your focus. When we start to discover those things and we no longer feel consumed by our shadow we must then shift to the light. Focus your eyes upon what is glistening within you and realize your beauty. No shadow can withstand the power of your full light. The biggest shadow is believing your radiance, as it is, fully embodied within you, is not enough. Not enough to minimize the fear, to disarm our hungry ego monsters and not enough to create beauty in this world. One candle can change a dark room, one moon can illuminate a night walk, one sun can ignite the earth. What would believing in your light change in you?

How would knowing that in your light and the light of all that is divine (and the divine in all), any task could be accomplished, any shadow wound healed, and any soul desire manifested, change you?

If you really believed this, wouldn’t everything be different? Wouldn’t your steps in this world be light and joyful? Wouldn’t you sing more than you speak? Wouldn’t you play more than you work (or play for work)? Wouldn’t you create more than you fix? Wouldn’t you evolve more than you problem solve? Think of this today whether you are in a dark forest of shadows or you have briefly misplaced your jewels of light somewhere in your busy mind. Remember this when you try to tweak and alter yourself to a higher standard. Your light and the collective joy is of the highest accord and always there, waiting for you.

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When I finished writing this, I felt inspired. Although my mind toys with these ideas, embodying them fully has been its own challenge and may be work for a lifetime. I may watch this trust and love and surrender unfold unto my dying breath but I hope that there can be many leaps towards this feeling. I believe I can live this more fully with greater strength than I have previously in my life. Recently, I dreamt that I was sifting through a box filled with dirt and sand and under that was a barrier, under the barrier precious gems awaited me. It was only when I sat to write this blog that I realized it was exactly as the message said even though they occurred weeks apart. This gives me hope that I am getting closer to feeling more of my own inner light and living from it.

For me, this looks like putting myself out there and sharing the messages that I most want to share. This looks like trusting that any temporary discomfort that I experience is actually just a by-product of soul growth and not a new normal state of being. These words came through at a time where I was obsessing about clean-eating in such a way that I was not in a space of clean thoughts. How could I fully enjoy life if I looked at all food as something needing to be judge and that choosing wrong would lead to malady? This way of thinking crept in to other areas. I was afraid of acting out of alignment and wanted to keep a tight disciplined way of being to make sure I wasn’t in my shadow. I did not realize the strain I was putting on myself for perfection or that the fear and the obsession was more my shadow than eating sugar or skipping meditation could ever be.

I am by no means suggesting that I gave up all discipline and believe that eating healthy is the problem but I realized that I needed to be certain of what I was a disciple to. Was it to rules, diets, dogma, internet articles, opinions? Or could I be a disciple to my inner goodness, my light, my joy, my spiritual connectedness? And the actions that align with that are, well, ever changing and evolving.

I should note that although there was a short time of just eating treats and not doing some of my work, eventually my body, my soul, my heart craved what matches its’ loving frequency. It desires what is good for it but it is far less rigid and infinitely more fun way of approaching things.

And in this shift, I was able to see what I really want to offer the world. I want to work in groups and with individuals to bring them messages from deep within their soul, I want to help people to expand their possibility and bring an astounding amount of magic in to their lives. I want to help people let go of perfection and embrace their creative uniqueness while also linking them to a wider web of spiritual connectivity. I will do this in my own unique way by customizing for each group and individual. On my website and under Magic Counsel you will find my detailed offering. And soon more group offerings will be available. Please contact me if your interested. A consultation is free and you get to decide if the sessions are right for you.

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She is Wild

“Every footprint on damp soil walked me in toward my own pulsing heart.”

“Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild”-W.B. Yeats


“She is wild”, in our modern dialect, has come to mean a behavior of unhinged excess. It calls to mind a woman recklessly unsatiated by her intoxicants and social outings, who is, therefore, causing harm to herself and others. But, there is a reclamation of the word “wild” and, alongside that, the restoration of a truly wild woman.

The word rewild has been buzzing like a spring bee pollinating the blossoming minds of those who are also unsatiated. But, this time, the discontent is caused by the confines of the strictly cultivated mundane world. Like dandelions in societies cement sidewalks, these rewilders are popping up in more places than once imaginable. Ferocious and delicate; bright, plucky, and tenacious are we who crack through the surface of the commonly accepted, to ask “what of my wild nature?”.

Yes, I will identify as one of these creatures. However, it begs to ask the question what it means to rewild and better yet to be wild.  At this time, you can undomesticate anything from your shoes to your toothpaste. The food we put in our mouth, and our voices we sing with can all be set free. And while I found many of these things deeply nourishing and supportive of a meaningful life, they are merely the physical structure in which to hold the wild soul. Like the sacred chalice giving form to the spirit. For me, it is not enough just to let my red cabbage ferment with wild bacteria. I desire for my soul to steep in its own creative wilderness. I often begin with the practical steps to releasing my conditioned ways; touching my feet to the earth for approximately 30 minutes, consuming bone broth in more ways than previously thought possible and squatting while doing a whole host of activities, come to mind. Now, however, I feel a shift. It is not discipline that releases the untamed spirit. It is my deep nature breaking the surface of my everyday life and shattering the beliefs that limit me. Perhaps, it is the space and spirit that define the chalice and not the other way around. This feral self beckons me to follow the unadulterated passions of my heart. It leads to streams and forests. It asks that mountains be climbed, and emerald fields be laid upon. All the practices and methods were, in fact, grounded steps back to the mysterious place within. Every footprint on damp soil walked me in toward my own pulsing heart. Every sip of foraged herb and flower tea carried me on a current to a creative well that sat still until my awareness returned.  I feel a forest growing where there was once a cultivated lot. Full moon hearted and wolf instinct focused, I can now navigate and daresay create my life in an entirely unrestricted way.

Within the word “rewild” is the prefix “re” which points me to believe that this is somewhere humanity has been before. Some would say this “before”, is early childhood. While I believe in the freedom of the child heart and I, myself experienced many encounters with nature in my youth, I by no means was a wild and nature focused child. I grew up in a city and behind school walls with clean floors. The boxes of rooms, T.V. and cereal shaped much of childhood. And believe me, I don’t intend to belittle or express much grief for my safe and content upbringing, but I ask where was this wild once held? This new sense of joyous expression feels larger than one I can recall when I was a young girl. So, I must look past that, to the lives that came before. The ancestors who once gathered food in the woods, bathed in streams, and breathed air cleaner than currently imaginable. With this, they also labored to ensure nourishment and safety. What I most want to call to mind however, is the WILD ancestral woman with her free spirit and strong body dancing rhythmically under the moon. Can I get to know her once again? Can we as conscious beings get to know her once again? Can we cross the barriers of time to interact with this archetypal female and ask her “what is my journey of spiraling inward to the wilderness of my heart?”; and “what is my journey outward to the expressions and creations of that same heart?”.



Can we now joyfully practice rewilding, knowing that it accompanies us to a place where we can BE WILD …where SHE IS WIlD? This place where choices are aligned with the untamed heart and what sings to it. A place where it matters less whether you are wearing the right shoes or eating the right food and more whether your choices truly support and nourish who you really are. And many of those aligned acts may match your nature-based grandmother from long ago but that is not the qualifying factor. As I open to this expansive space, I feel more equipped for the world with my tangled hair, mischievous grin and a flower dress, than a business suit. Blackberry stained fingers and dirty footprints feel as sacred of adornment as any jewelry. Songs can be whispered like the wind or howled to the moon and dances are unlearned and unrehearsed. Transactional words morph in to poetry as time begins to be defined by the sun and the moon. Rose petals tucked in to big pockets become sought after perfume and the cheek glow from vigorous walks is the most glamourous of rouge. The twinkling eyes of the free spirited dreamer become beacons to those who long to remember, to recall, to reclaim… and to rewild. Let the appetite for beauty roar but instead of reckless abandon and excess let it be defined by intentional surrender and abundant sufficiency (abundant sufficiency – when we feel that who we are and what we have is enough and that the possibilities for expansive joy are infinite).  So, take a deep, wild breath with me and release the rigid structure in the body. Step in to a space of curiosity and fluidity. Let down your hair, remove your shoes, call in the wild and hear it answer from a well spring deep within.

Here is a mantra, incantation or spell (if you will) to call to your hearts wilderness and the wild ancestors

Wilderness heart, awaken in me

Forest of soul, be set free

Long ago sister of the wild,

And creative abundant child

Guide me to the place

where freedom is in nature’s grace