Ramblings of a Wild Magician: Deer, Bee + Morning Star

(Sit spot (c) 2021)
Ramblings Of A Wild Magician: Deer, Bee & Morning Star Part I
   Hello Friends!

Who is she that shines through like the morning star,
beautiful as the moon,
radiant as the sun
awe-inspiring as a cascade of starlight?”

-Janet Ruldolf

To have what I want- in this case private time in nature- meant heading out earlier than the rest. I am determined to get to the pond and find somewhere to sit and drum and write. It’s high time I beat the discord out with the drum beat. When I am full of summer’s creative fire, I tend to let the Task Master rule the roost. She is intense and relentless. So much to do, so little time, she says.  While she is a big thinker and doer, which when managed well is a huge boon- she’s also a big doubter, too. That doubt creates distance.

Nothing new. The human mind does what it does. It plays the reruns as long as we let it. But sinking down beneath thought I find longing. One we all share. To understand myself as one with the ALL. I mean understand in a way like the mystic in me yearns for. To know. To live from that knowingness, and not just some of the time. This is what we are capable in this lifetime. We are, especially if you are reading this, dialed into this and meant to develop this capacity. We’re living in this age precisely for the precious opportunity to do so. 

How like us then, when we overcome challenge after challenge, meet goals, achieve beyond our expectations, to slip back into forgetfulness when the next leap of faith emerges??

(A path of beauty reveals itself- roots, moss and wild (c) 2021)

So, I found a spot that was inviting, tucked off the beaten trail and unpacked my bag. Out  came my drum and journal. Of course, I anticipate magic. I prayed as I hiked to this place and asked to feel the connection strongly.

Leaning up against a delightfully mossy birch at the edge of the pond, I settled in and began to breathe, to expand my awareness, to quiet my mind and to merge with my surroundings. When I felt ready, I picked up my drum and began to play. Not a tune, but just what wanted to come through. A few moments later, a bullfrog started to croak with the drum beat, and a few moments after that another frog popped to the surface at my feet. He sat so still, eyes straight ahead, not looking at me, but aware of me. Frog magic, what a wonderful, wonderful healing they bring: they who clear and cleanse, they with the power of sure voice, vibrating sound, they who live between worlds of earth and water.  Steven Farmer writes in Animal Spirit Guides, “If Frog shows up it means: singing and chanting out loud will help you feel more balanced, at peace, and connected to the divine.”  I sang my soul song and beat the drum.

My Soul Song

My senses were heightened and I felt another presence behind me.  As I tuned in more closely, I recognized it as a Sioux woman with braids and penetrating black eyes. I learned her name was Morning Star. I was allowed to see her as it was time to receive her teachings. First she said, “Stay Awake!” Ha. Yes, that is entirely the point. But in this altered state I was completely awake, aware, at home, and felt my place in the web of life. Such joy and well-being. 

She delivered what I have come to consider “downloads”, telepathic teachings, immediate understandings. She taught about how this experience is our natural state, and that we have the ability to shift levels of awareness easily- as easy as changing lanes on a freeway. It needn’t be a big deal. She gave me a visceral body feeling of this to help my nervous system imprint it. Also, nature is a high vibe dimension, and in it we can and do attune to it’s state of oneness and remember what belonging is. While I communed with her, two chipmunks motored over to pause at my toes. They sniffed here and there as they do, but weren’t in the least concerned with me. It was as if I were part of the tree and they had no fear or instinct to bolt. Eventually, they scooted off single file into the woodland and out of sight. A first!

(Feeling at One (c) 2021.)

The witching hour was fading. Hikers’ conversations drifted through the air. Dogs rustled about the upper trail, rooting through leaves searching for traces of other canines. I climbed to my feet and packed my bag. In my peripheral vision I noticed a spirit herd of deer and a swarm of bees. Accompanied by them, Morning Star and I walked together along the water’s edge. 

End of Part I.

Stay tuned for what’s next,
Deborah Fay

 P.S. If you would like to come on your own Wild Magic Way walk to commune with Spirit,  message me here. 

Wild Magic Harmony Podcast

musings and adventures along the path

Hello Friends!

 From Pema Chodron’s Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change:

Heartache and Joy

The other morning I woke up worrying about a dear friend’s well-being. I felt it as an ache in my heart. When I got up and looked out my window, I saw such beauty that it stopped my mind. I just stood there with the heartbreak of my friend’s condition and saw trees heavy with fresh snow, a sky that was purple-blue, and a soft mist that covered the valley, turning the world into a vision of the Pure Land. Just then, a flock of yellow birds landed on the fence and looked at me, increasing my wonder further still.

I realized then what it means to hold pain in my heart and simultaneously be deeply touched by the power and magic of the world. Life doesn’t have to be one way or the other. We don’t have to jump back and forth. We can live beautifully with whatever comes—heartache and joy, success and failure, instability and change.

So many of you tuned in to the last post I thought I’d share some of the resources I use and find helpful to remind myself about including all the parts, all the thoughts, all the feels.  To get us going, the classic poem by Rumi:

 The Guest House​
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.​
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.​
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they’re a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.​
The dark thought, the shame, the malice,
meet them at the door laughing,
and invite them in.​
Be grateful for whoever comes,
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.


Jack Kornfield podcast
Tara Brach podcast
*Pema Chodron podcast
* Eckhart Tolle anything

Living Beautifully with Uncertainty and Change, Pema Chodron
The Gifts of Imperfection, Brene Brown, Ph.D.
Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha, Tara Brach

And of course anything that helps keep you grounded in the moment. Getting in nature, movement, meditation, breathwork, chanting, art, writing, journaling…….
To our wild magic lives,
Deborah Fay


p.s. Check out the brand new Love Cards available now! Very limited first run, don’t tarry!

Ramblings of a Wild Magician

musings + adventure along the path

(altared image of one of my mixed media images, 2021)

This Too Belongs.

I’ve started subbing at the local middle school in the past few weeks. Being in a classroom with these alternately tender, sweet, annoying, exasperating, inspiring souls day in and day out opens the mind to wondering and reflecting. I overheard one student say she was held back to repeat a year and I can relate to that in how I have felt recently about my own earth school classroom. The scenarios we are, many of us facing, can feel literally like being “held back”. We may feel stuck in our circumstances, what with the limitations or even death to our once ordinary routines and daily rounds. Restrictions are placed on nearly any and everything we never had to think twice about. And with no real end in sight, for our household this means being suspended in a holding pattern that I have been struggling with and chafing against. Not wanting this. Resisting doing what I don’t want to do (yes, read subbing at a middle school, HA!). Not wanting being unable to retreat to the sanctuary of my beloved libraries to research, read, write, blog, muse. Not allowed to linger with friends at the coffeehouse, meet for gatherings with soul sisters for dinner and conversation. To meditate at the sangha. Not having the deep quiet and solitude I need for sanity sake in the home. Not wanting the difficulties I face in my personal life. Not wanting to gaze into that cracked mirror, see a reflection that pains me deeply. Depression, the black dog that skulks alongside whenever I stray too far into thinking about what is not working has me wondering: What will my future hold? What will become of me? How will I overcome all that has been lost? Can I create something better for myself?

And yet.

(altared image of Crane Beach, Ipswich, Ma. , 2021)

I’ve been reminded that This Too Belongs. Reminded that I do have a choice in how I hold my life right now. And that the not wanted belongs. The pain of what has ended belongs. The missing of friends, special places, of feeling safe; this too, belongs. Holding close and with compassion our human instinct to push away. And pause to reconsider. At times like this we can open our hearts to what we are feeling with care and awareness. The hurt belongs. The sadness and grief, yes, they belong. The worry of the unknown, belongs. Inviting the depths of Life in its many shades allows the heart to open with dignity and authenticity, to be truly alive. To accept with grace that today, the dishes may pile up in the sink. The big plans I had for de-cluttering, for dust bunny removal on an epic scale, for painting, organizing paperwork, wild wandering, have given way to another agenda. One that includes very little accomplishing outwardly. Writing today, acknowledging here, is a ritual of profound vulnerability that makes being not ok, ok. That makes not doing, ok. That makes accepting the wariness, weariness, the need for space to be and allow the yuck room to surface and be named in the light of day. The rite of including is a healing one, a transformational one, a humane one. Attending and befriending the unwanted today is an act of soul magic. And if I have also named a place you find yourself in too, may you join me in the circle of self-care, love and interconnectedness.

You belong, too.

A wonderful podcast to take a listen to:

Another rambling soon….

Her whole life led to the moment when she said, This is the life I want. And she never again wasted time on anything that wasn’t.

Kai Skye

Oh, to live the life we want! What a fanciful thing some will say. How Pollyanna, how child-like. You are naïve, they will insist. That isn’t how the world works, you know. Once my own mother, exasperated with my stubborn refusal to give up on Yes, dreams can too, come true…and with furrowed brow and finger stabbing the air in the way only a woman whose own dreams had been pressed from her heart with boulders of life’s burdens stated matter-of-factly, “Life sucks and then you die.” Luckily, after encounters like this, I could retreat to my safe haven where unicorn posters listened, ears perked and eyes brown with sympathy and staring up at pink and purple flowered ruffles that draped my canopy bed, I would wonder just what kind of place this earth was.

Over the years, I’ve never truly lost my child’s heart though I did spend a great many years with her banished to a faraway place for her own good. This is what we do, isn’t it? When the hurts of life become too great, we reach an arm around the tender bits and do whatever necessary to protect them. “Go, on you’ll be safe over there.” Well-meaning as we might be, hurt usually mingles with fear. And fear is a cruel master to entrust our futures to. If we let fear have its way, we risk its dark spell for our life’s entirety, frittering the days away. We may wave off bright experiences tapping on the window; the couch is awfully comfortable and oh, this is the re-run I love. Wary of failure, one of fear’s tastiest carrots, we sit on our hands, avert our eyes, take up the back of the line. No, really you deserve the promotion. He wasn’t my type. I’m not smart enough. Who has the energy for that?? What’s the use? Fear is only too eager to insist that the past repeats itself; if you always do what you always did, you’ll always get what you always got. Therefore, the past becomes the present and of course the future. So, settle in right here. Better safe than sorry to have tried, sorry to have tested the boundaries, to have broken a mold with all that pesky, uncomfortable unknown to face.
Eventually if we live long enough in this way, a heart forms a crust. A barrier that deafens, distances us from our true nature, which is to say our magical nature. As it scabs then scars it becomes a forgetful thing, hardened, misshapen. It forgets that its pulse is singular and irreplaceable; a drum beat of joy, passion, ecstasy, living rightly. As memory fades, so too, does it knowing its song and place in the universe.

Worse still, it is tone deaf to the melodies it once played with the others. Insulated from its knowing, it views otherness with stranger’s eyes, no longer recognizing kin. Generosity gives way to mistrust, open minds close, kindness is reserved for like-kind, compassion portion controlled.

A lost heart is lost to all hearts.

A lost heart is not beyond hope, however. Nor is it forever out of reach to its greater whole. In fact, ours are times of reclaiming lost hearts. Of summoning our wild magic back. Of re-enchanting life. Sharon Blackie, author of The Enchanted Life: Unlocking the Magic of the Everyday, writes, “it is founded on a vivid sense of belongingness to a rich and many-layered world; a profound and whole-hearted participation in the adventure of life.” With magic as a thread leading back to the land of the living, a lost heart can retrace its steps out of a maze of confusion, fear-filled experiences, and soul amnesia to emerge holding new possibilities.

With magic, we can co-create from a position of wholeness and whole-heartedness. As the force of creation, it reminds us that we are interconnected and inseparable from all that is Life, because magic is Life. It is ever present and available to us, like invisible air currents on which the hawk soars, or the blood that courses through our veins nourishing our each and every cell. Magic supports us. We can call aloud on magic to join with our intentions, to shape with us into being the life that we want. It has been said that that which we seek, also seeks us. I think of magic in this form as aware of us and a willing partner to share in the adventure of life that Blackie speaks of. We are magic, and magic is us.
Frequently, all a lost heart needs is a direct encounter with magic to jog its memory and change its trajectory toward this belonginess and re-enchantment Blackie describes. When you pay for the guy behind you in the drive thru line (and no, you don’t know him!), drop a note in the mail to a relative you haven’t seen in ages, offer to babysit for a mom with a newborn, run errands for a house bound neighbor, plant an edible landscape in the town center, these are everyday magics for and of the heart and transformative acts. In the great circle of life, getting and giving, giving and getting can beget greater acts of good and spiral into intentional practices as such.

The magics we need are the ancient ones: starlit skies to lie under, wise trees to lean up against, a child’s wonder-filled eyes to spark our imagination, lark song to sing with, a mountain stream lullaby to calm us. The wild magics reweave wholeness: fire dance and woodsmoke, storytelling and myth making. Speaking the poems, chanting the old words, worshipping at the holy wells, listening in the sacred groves, casting cares to the sea.

Beauty is one of magic’s most persuasive handmaidens. In Beauty: Rediscovering the True Sources of Compassion, Serenity and Hope, John O’Donohue writes, “The human soul is hungry for beauty; we seek it everywhere-in landscape, music, art, clothes, furniture, companionship, love, religion and in ourselves…. When we experience the Beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming. Some of our most wonderful memories are of beautiful places where we felt immediately at home. We feel most alive in the presence of the Beautiful for it meets the needs of our soul.”

Ours are times of reclaiming lost hearts. Of summoning our wild magic back. Of re-enchanting life. In these momentous days ahead, we get to decide how we will contribute to this new world. Will we be the magic makers? At deborah-fay.com we are all about spreading magic because we are convinced that is the way to bring hearts alive, to remember our kinships, connection to one another and earth and do our part to live true.

Travel with me to nature, land and beauty-based destinations, come meet intriguing artisans, makers, healers, farmers, creatives, poets, bards; folks who make, live and breathe their own magic. Roll up your sleeves and create art, crafts, stories, stretch your imagination and talents with workshops and classes. Visit here to find space to just be, check our Instagram page for regular beauty posts. Shop for high vibe Sacred Mists and care packages to elevate and bring good energy into your personal space. Collect Keepsake greeting card sets. They are substantial, yummy to the touch, a delight to write in, and keepsake worthy, much more than a greeting card, they hold the unique energy of the place visited and nature itself! Schedule an intuitive healing session to stay clear and well.

Please do reach out with any questions, queries, and especially stories of how you are living the life you want, your own wild magic life!

musings and adventure along the path…

(winter altar)

The White Maiden

Hello Friends!

Here is a compelling excerpt from Walking with the Sin Eater: A Celtic Pilgrimage on the Dragon Path the book from my last post. In this passage Ross spends the night in a hollow tree trunk in Glastonbury, England and in an altered state meets The White Maiden. She is an oracle that recites the following message still so true today, even over 10 years after publication date:

“The moon has had its fill of sin on Earth.
The nature of man has changed
And become unpalatable to the sin-eater moon.
Once it was small and heartfelt concerns
That if fed upon:
Sorrows and regrets,
Passions and yearnings,
Acts which were still of love
Though misguided or wrong.
Now it is the loveless crimes
Of the wicked few who are so lost and hungry for power
That they will consume the world.
They have poisoned their homes and their souls
And made themselves tasteless to the spirits.
Without the moon to guide you
The tides of man’s fortunes will change
And the world will shiver in chaos,
The polluted souls of your leaders
Will express themselves
As the pollution of the earth.
The tides will rise and engulf them;
The flood will come,
And the sun will shine more brightly on the earth.
Then, through God’s illumination,
Those who have sinned will be transformed
From matter to spirit.
Those without true hearts,
Who have forgotten their purpose and origin
And fallen amongst illusion
Will be transformed,
Ravaged by waves and plague.
It will be an end and a beginning.
For Albion and Eden will rise again
from this great cleansing,
And Earth will become a paradise once more
For the righteous few
Who remain 
To love.”

Then: “The oracle is a channel for the earth.” 
Something to ponder…..

To our wild magic lives,

Deborah Fay

See you soon for another Rambling….”

p.s. Sunday is the last day to get your special savings on Valentine’s and gifts for the Heart 

RAmblings of a Wild Magician

Ramblings of a Wild Magician

musings + adventures along the path…..

Hello Friends!

My stars, riding on wings of change, hope, liberation, creative inspiration, spirit murmurings, nature messages…. and so much on and in my mind that wants a home. Feels like it needs a dedicated space to nest- right here. 

For you who have read my creative writings, or personal sharings that have been sent to you over the years, they will continue on now under this Ramblings page. They may also include poetry, videos, photography….whatever is coming down from the muse. So many of the experiences lately seem to be not just for me, but for all of us and I’d like to put them out for you.

And so, on we go, soul kin + kith!

On Rhamanta: A Sin Eaters Guide to Signs + Messages

Today begins the adventure with a technique I came across in a book I’m devouring, Walking with the Sin Eater: A Celtic Pilgrimage on the Dragon Path by Ross Heaven. I ran across this chronicle online and got chills when I read the title, and that was enough for me to know to order it. I’d not heard of the author before and didn’t think I needed yet another shaman book, but there you have it. To listen to the deeper voice is an ongoing practice.

He speaks of the practice of Rhamanta, the “ancient Celtic practice of taking guidance from nature”:

“..relies on our surrender to chance and destiny. It in its simplest form, it means holding a question in mind and walking out into the fields and forests with a desire only to be led by the whispers of spirit. The flight of birds across a valley, the play of sunlight on leaves, or even a gust of wind might then become significant and provide the answers we are looking for, since …’nature is the visible face of spirit: a way of connecting with intelligent forces who know far more than we do’.”

He suggests, as his mentor in the book, Adam, did, to do a moving meditation with deep, slow breathing, slow steps and letting the eyes go soft and on the ground, with awareness in the belly, like you are being pulled by the land, so as to not feel as if you are guiding yourself.

He further suggests looking for three signs, or “allowing them to find us”. We can then check the information each against the other and then bring them all together to reveal a final answer.

I’ve done many kinds of divination over the years, but the idea of weaving the signs together this way was new and I wanted to give it a try. So on my walk around the town greene I did a modified version. I was walking alert and asking my question when almost immediately nature began to nudge me. You know how it feels when someone is reaching out to you to get your attention? Like that. A sound makes you stop to listen more carefully, or an object stands out in stark relief, or like it is glowing or willing you to notice it. 

I had this happen three times during the course of my walk and then as if to underscore it all, a fourth that catches my attention and breath, causing me to stop in my tracks and listen with joy. In the words of my dear friend and Irish author, Grace Clunie:

The wild Goose was a symbol of ‘Spirit presence’ for Celtic Christians. The symbol is about the strange cry of the Goose as it flies- usually ‘appearing out of the blue’ and startling the hearer- it’s an eerie unearthly sound. In the same way Spirit comes to us often unexpectedly, startling us, waking us up our to our mediocrity. Helping us to see the miracles in the mundane. “

So while I won’t go into my question itself, I did feel that 2 of the signs were meant to give you today:

Sign #1

The images above of the heart shaped impression on the sidewalk is one that instructs us to “walk a path of heart to be fulfilled and on course.” Whatever that means to you. For me, it is to be true to oneself, yes, and to come from a deeper place in these days, of the heart, rather than merely the intellect or mind. It is about living more deeply and taking our challenges to that place for guidance, which can be difficult when we don’t necessarily want to be in that gracious space….but yet it is the one we are all being invited to center ourselves in and from….I also think it relates to how “the heart of America is getting a chance to grow with the new President.”

Sign # 2

The Canada Hemlock

The two of them photographed felt like a gateway, portal to another awareness for sure. But there is also some lovely magic I learned about them while researching:


“Hemlocks as a means of warmth and heat
Hemlock as an aid to magical transformation
Hemlock magically growing from a needle and offering aid”


“Message: This is a time of change and movement. By approaching change with grace, we allow life to unfold before us without fear or anxiety. This may indicate that moving or travel is necessary to help gain a new perspective on a current situation. This is also a time to focus on long-term planning and visioning as you go with the flow in the present.

Challenge: Rigidity and inability to relax. Trying to control what is happening now and feeling ineffectual. Work with hemlock to loosen up and flow with more grace and ease.”

How spot on is this?

When I gathered all the messages / signs together, I did find they came together in a way I could pull from and not only was it reassuring, but meaningful. I had not encountered Hemlock on this level before, in fact how many times had I looped around the greene not having paid these two any mind?! Today when I saw them I greeted them and went over to visit for a bit. 

So there you have it. If you have yet to open to this dimension of relationship with nature I encourage you to give it a try, even if you ask a more general question like, “Do you have a message for me today?” And see what happens.

See you soon for another Rambling….

To our wild magic lives,
Deborah Fay



Pond Smoke


Hello Friends!

My advice to you now is to find a place that steadies you-a place that gives you courage, wisdom, and perspective.  Each of you knows the place I speak of.  Each of you has a place to go that centers you, because that place is your center.”

-From The Way of the Rose: The Radical path of the Divine Feminine Hidden in the Rosary, Clark Strand + Perdita Finn

(image: https://www.pinterest.com/deborahfay6/)

If ever there was a time to come together, now would be that time. And yet it seems that forces conspire to keep us apart, separate, isolated, alone.  Instead of linking arms and holding hands, venting over coffeehouse tables or hugging out the sheer stress of the times, we shrink away, send regrets, “stay fluid” with the latest wave of cancellations, wash our hands for 20 seconds about a thousand times a day.

And while it is prudent and practical under the circumstances to follow such protocols for safety sake, what our human hearts need right now is connection: within, to each other, and  to the embodied divine, all often forgotten as we ride the emotional roller coaster new flash to news flash.

The good new is: Spirit has a plan. Gathering us together is priority number one. “Virtually” bringing us together to:

~Clear our energetic channels from chaos, confusion, and worry.  Release fear and anxiety.

~Root down into the security of our body’s holy ground.

~Find safe passage back to the Great Mother’s heartbeat.

~Open to the higher dimension of wisdom and knowledge.

~Re-establish and deepen links with our intuition and inner voice to discern truth + navigate successfully through these uncertain times.

~Assemble and direct the power of positive collective energy for not only our own well-being,  and those we know and love, but the good of the whole.

Well placed intentions + focused high vibration energy + group love =  real time magic + miracle curation.

You’ve heard it a kajllion times- “we are the ones we’ve been waiting for”- and we know what to do.

A Month of Free Guided Meditations:

Dates: Wednesdays: 3/18, 3/25, 4/1, 4/8
Where: Via Zoom LIVE
Time: 9-10am Eastern Time

Find the weekly Link:

~within the body of this message (below) copy and save somewhere handy!
~ Email me: deborahfay6@gmail.com
~ look for weekly reminder if you are on the mailing list
~on our Facebook page: deborah fay (join to get automatic newsfeed notice)
~on our website: deborah-fay.com


Easy. Really. Don’t let a little technology scare you. Believe me, if I can wrap my brain around this, so can you 🙂

If you have a personal computer, laptop, smart phone or tablet, you can use Zoom (similar to Skype) to join in on group meetings. If your computer doesn’t have a camera, or if you wish to not use your camera, you can join in by audio only. 

Here’s a one-minute tutorial on zoom.https://support.zoom.us/hc/en-us/articles/201362193-Joining-a-Meeting

 Please give it a try.  Unlike watching a video, Zoom allows us to interact with each other, making that heart connection and space for the divine to be present.
Lastly, please, please forward this event to your kindred spirit friends, family, colleagues, neighbors.  It is true there is power in numbers- Group energy is an enormous catalyst. We can change the tides of woe to wow.




May holy grace + the power of the heart guide us,
Deborah Fay

Ok, Universe: We’re In

My heart consistently points me toward achievements and experiences bigger than what I feel equipped to handle, larger than I can accomplish. Maybe you too, have a heart with dreams and wishes that daunt you, but that won’t give you peace until you at least take them seriously, attempt to make something of them.

-from Death Wish blog

Chimney Top, mountain of my ancestors, TN. May they grace me with their unwavering faith, determination, ingenuity to scale the heights. May I remember your strength, perseverance, and agility, and know it runs through me and in me, too.

Know that you are not alone,
And that this darkness has purpose;
Gradually it will school your eyes,
To find the one gift your life requires
Hidden within this night-corner.

-from John O’Donohue’s poem on courage

First, a thanks to those of you who reached out to me to share your thoughts about the Death Wish blog. Thanks to you who show up to read, and who let me know it is worth your while. Many of us seem to find death a motivator for living fully! Hitting the send button released an arrow into the heart of the many loves I have yet to breathe life into, and for those who felt that sting too, I am so glad you let me know. To whatever place in your life it speaks, I am comforted and bolstered to know you are here, too. Talking with friend and fiber art mentor, Zwitsa over my lesson this week (embroidering my first pair of texting mitts), I once again realized how essential the act of writing is in sorting out and revealing the deeper workings of my heart. We laughed now that I’ve outed myself, there’s no turning back. I hadn’t intended the post to be a call to action in the way now just a couple days later it has become. But, as the saying goes, one thing leads to another……

First pair of mitts made with GORGEOUS naturally hand dyed wool from Lana Plantae in Maine. I. am. addicted.
Lupine flowers. Photos don’t do justice to the richness of color and texture, drat morning light.

My birth chart book backs up this need to go boldly forward. Seems the stars are aligned and there is nothing for it, but to strap on the climbing gear, throw on the rucksack and begin. “A new confidence will come alive
To urge you towards higher ground
.” We can remember O’Donohue’s assurance as we step onto this path together.

Birth Chart book by KV of Aquarius Nation. (Sadly, I don’t think she is producing personalized books anymore, but you may enjoy seeing how she might interface with you.)

So. Ok, Universe: We’re In. Where do we go from here?

Dr. Suess as Trailguide. Today is our day, we’re off to great places, we’re on our way!

More soon….xx

Name It To Tame It: Name It To Claim It

Soul Collage cards: Goddess, Witch, Freedom-my collection

In ancient cultures shamans learned that to name that which you feared was a practical way to begin to have power over it.

from –A Path With Heart: A Guide Through the Perils & Promises of Spiritual Life, Jack Kornfield

I get some of my most pithy inspirations while walking the treadmill in the morning. I do my best to get to the gym before 7am, with a book of some kind to read that bridges the inner connection while I tromp along. I’ve grown accustomed to being led to passages and pages, sometimes well away from the bookmark where I left off reading. I trust the flow. Once I read that Steven Spielberg got some of his best ideas in the shower, and studies have shown that we can open to a greater wellspring of knowingness, solutions to problems, answers to deep questions, and higher awareness when we are engaged in some repetitive task or routine that doesn’t require our single-minded attention. The combination of reading and walking is hypnotic and induces an almost trance like state that opens my mind to creative possibilities and options I wouldn’t sense in my everyday rational thought mode. It sets me up to begin the day feeling aligned with the something greater, divine.

Lately I’ve been savoring Making A Life: Working by Hand and Discovering the Life You Are Meant to Live by Melanie Falick. Devoted to telling stories of makers near and far with story headings like , “A Weaver’s Prayer”, Dyeing For A Better World”, “Curiosity As Wayfinder”, “Work in Progress”, each morning I’m drawn into worlds of artists who are living lives of beauty, meaning, and abundance of their own design. As I clomp along, shaking off the cobwebs of the night, I am treated to viewpoints and lifestyles that broaden and enrich my own, that give me courage and fortify my forward momentum. In tandem with this joyful read, is the deep and nourishing; A Path with Heart: A Guide Through the Perils & Promises of Spiritual Life by Jack Kornfield. In Chapter Seven, Naming the Demons, Kornfield says:

We talked about the general principle of turning difficulties into practice. Recognizing these forces and giving them a name is a specific and precise way to work with them and develop our understanding. We can begin to name and acknowledge many beautiful states that grace our lives: joy, well-being, peace, love, enthusiasm, kindness. This is a way to honor and nurture them. In the same way, naming the difficulties we encounter brings clarity and understanding and can unlock and free the valuable energy bound up in them.

Making A Life and a Latvian Braid Folk Hat in progress

In the psychotherapy approach, Internal Family Systems, multiple sub-personality/ies within a person’s mental system are identified and addressed. Typically these represent the wounded parts and painful emotions that seek to control and keep a person from the pain of the wounded parts. PsychologyToday.com notes: “The sub-personalities are often in conflict with each other and with one’s core and undamaged Self, a concept at the core of every individual, and the essence of who you are.”

Reading the books together raises awareness of the various parts of me waving hands for attention. This year a more focused commitment to developing my education and experience in the fiber art world speaks to the Creatix in me, to the One Who Needs Solitude and Beautiful Space to Create. To follow the at times overpowering urge to make, and most often things I ‘ve never tried before like mixing natural dyes, dyeing yarn and fabric, and stitching and upcycling clothing, messenger bags, home decor, book covers, and accessories. Another possible direction is a movement, Craftivism, “the art of gentle protest”, that may fit in somehow with a course I am co-developing with a friend (more to follow on that). This also plays into what could be a natural fit to offer the combination of making and mindfulness into a class or group experience, so the Teacher/ Maker’s feelers are up.

At the same time, those sub-personalities wiggle to the spotlight for their say, and to do their best to save me from the hurts that they are sure will come from new growth spurts, putting myself out in different ways, and rescue me from the not uncommon frustrations that go along with learning curves. And make no mistake there are deep wounds around learning. I had forgotten the shaming that came with being a student over the years. But up it’s popped lately. The Shamed is front and center and so Name It To Tame It is part one of a powerful healing process. Whether shamanism, Buddhism, psychology or Soul Collage, each draws from the common well of getting to the root of what ails us and naming as a way to identify and clarify. Ultimately, when coupled with various activities such as making Soul Collage cards, art or written journaling, soul retrieval work through shamanism, naming and sitting with the energy and feelings, body sensations with Insight meditation techniques, guided imagery meditation to meet the parts that are in conflict with our next steps, we can work to reclaim lost or bound up energy within, and re-access the Self, the core and wholeness always present. We Name It To Claim It.

I’d love to hear about your learning adventures for the year. What are you setting your sights on? Are you doing your own Naming to Tame & Claim? If so, Brava! May you gain your freedom, joy and ease. See you on the path. xx