Our reality is like a million shards of glass; distorted, fragmented, and broken. My entire life I have been preoccupied with beauty; beautiful landscapes, beautiful homes, beautiful cars, beautiful people. I can't explain where it comes from, it has always just been there. For many years I harboured guilt over this love of beauty. There have been times when I have let it consume me. Moments where I felt betrayed by it.Read More
After a week on Vancouver Island things got clear. Clearer than I wanted them to be. Clearer than I wanted to admit to myself, or anyone else, for that matter. I began to see how even though I loved my partner dearly, he wasn't showing up for me the way I deserved or needed: On a deeper level, I began to feel how he wasn't a vibrational match for me and that he wasn't my life partner.Read More
I was walking down the hallway. The bell must have just rang because it was packed as students scurried to their next class. Shoulder to shoulder everyone was in quite a rush. I was walking slowly, confused as to why I was there: I didn't have a class to go to, did I?
As I walked in slow motion down the hall, locker after locker, my attention was drawn to a woman sitting on the floor in lotus position. Her hair was wild and unruly; the curls spilling over her shoulders in all directions. Through telepathy she spoke to me, "Sit down," she said in a way in which I knew there were no other options. I sat down next to her as my attention was drawn to a book on the floor; it was very large and very thick. Suddenly the pages began to flip as if a heavy breeze had found its way into the hallway, but there was no such breeze around. Page after page it danced across the bridge of the ethereal and 3D worlds. Her finger cut the dancing to a halt as the page settled on a destination. I looked down and could see a month. It said March. My soul whispered, "I knew it!" although what I knew, I was unsure of. Without her lips moving she pointed to the 16th and said, "This is the day."
"What day?" I replied.
"I don't," I conveyed, but somewhere deep down I did. I could feel an overwhelming sense of love and excitement wash over me.
"This is the day your whole life changes," she whispered in volume.
And deep at the centre of my being, I knew that she was right.
Stay tuned for what really happened to me on this day. The dream was fortuitous, but not in the ways I had expected! Tricky Universe!
A handful of months ago I decided to get a journal to write down my dreams after I slept. For a few weeks, I wrote down every dream I could remember. And then I stopped. I felt like I was putting too much pressure on the process and it was becoming harder and harder to recall the dreams. Over a month went by and I didn’t write one down. Not one. I would wake up in the middle of the night and think to myself, “Get up! Write it down!” but I wouldn’t get up, and I forgot by the time I started my day. Then, I made a verbal contract with a friend. She was unaware that she was part of this contract but I knew I had to hold myself accountable to my dreams.Read More
"If you think you are a witch, you are a witch - meaning you are a Goddess, Priestess, Healer, Shaman, Wise Woman." - Sarah Durham Wilson, 13 Signs You're a Witch
I was moving through my house as if by magic, floating around the space, my feet seemingly never touching the ground. There was a commotion outside, the chaos attempting to permeate the walls of an imagined permanent structure.Read More
In the basement, the last room on the left, she sleeps under the shadows of a twisted patriarchy.
Her wounds heal quickly. Her flesh still unaffected by the the linear vacuum of time.
Her heart beats in sync to her mothers' - a soul's commitment that burns in the crematorium of broken archetypes.
Bound by authority she takes it to bed with her and promises to fight anyone for this shattered piece of stardust.Read More