Be Gentle, An Act of Love


As I was reflecting (on world events) and writing this, I looked out the window and saw this buck by the river. The deer don’t come in my yard, so it seemed special, and as I writing this for all of us I thought I should share his picture.

Step out into nature and the tension and fear are washed away. There is a message of gentleness, be gentle with yourselves, with your loved ones, with friends, with the earth. Being gentle does not mean being weak, it means moving through life with an air of compassion and grace. Keep walking in your truth and being of service, because every little act of kindness is linked to every other act of kindness and a whole web is weaved together.

When we are faced with a world that is displaying scary things there is a choice to be made, you can either live in a world of love or a world of fear. It is really one collective manifestation versus another. Choose love.  Make every act, an act of love, an act of service towards the greater good that builds a world on a foundation of peace.

We can do this, together.

When I Tell You I am Sensitive

This is one woman’s take on what it is like to be empathic. I am sure others will have different opinions, this is just mine.

When I tell you I am sensitive (or empathic) I do not mean I cannot handle your snarky comments or sarcastic humor or off color comments or your cussing. I don’t mean that you will offend me or that my feelings will be hurt. I don’t mean that I am fragile or to be easily broken. In contrast my sensitivity has given me the perspective to not take things personally, because much of what I feel is not others directing stuff at me, it is just stuff; charged electrical emotional stuff.

It is like water that is on fire with the heat of emotion that has to flow somewhere and empaths being the sponges that they are, soak it right up. Or at least I do.

When I say I am sensitive I am mean that my ability to feel things is super heightened, like having sensitive hearing, or eyes that are sensitive to bright light, or skin that burns easily in the sun. Only I haven’t found sunscreen or sunglasses for my “feelers”.

Being sensitive is like having a super sense, one that is really really hard to shut off.

I can feel the soul of the world in my  bones, and sometimes it hurts, sometimes it aches, sometimes its beautiful, so beautiful it hurts. I feel the grand potential of everyone I meet and I feel the craters of your pain, the emptiness of your perceived loneliness, I feel how ugly you think you are, how sad, how worried, how frazzled. I feel the good too. I feel your coffee buzz, your excitement, your extreme happiness, your hope, your anticipation of jobs and dreams yet to come, I feel you in your power, I feel you feeling beautiful.

And it’s exhausting. And it’s not your fault. And I wouldn’t change it.

It can be downright crushing to have to feel so damn much. I feel all my own shit, the stuff that I cannot shake in a day, whatever worry is trying to take root in my mind or whatever excitement I am currently obsessing over. And I also feel all yours.

Without you having to say a word I will feel in my body as a very real sensation or emotion the emotions that are at the forefront of your being and any stronger ones laying under the surface.

Some empaths will say, “I take all your stuff, I absorb it, I take it on, I take it and feel it”. But I can’t say I take it because that would mean I am volunteering to receive something.

I can’t seem to stop it. It’s like trying not to breathe. Sometimes when I am around others my brain even seems to stop working, I am asked questions that I cannot answer because my circuits are being blown by a torrent of emotion coming from outside of me. It can be downright overwhelming.

But I wouldn’t trade it. I don’t think any empath would.

Its a wonder to be able to feel another’s person’s soul so closely, so vividly. Its a gift to be able to know another’s pains and joys. Its a comfort to be able to feel the emotion lying under the words and act accordingly.

But when we retreat, and we often do, its because one human nervous system can only receive, handle, process, and release so many electrical impulses, so many emotions, whether they are “good” or “bad” in one day.

So if you know or love an empath, let them have their have their space, in fact encourage them to take it, and don’t resent for them taking it, because they will feel that too. One of the best things an empath can do is find the people that can give her what she needs, which can be space, or the ability to bow out of plans, or to be in touch when she is ready to hang again.

For example on Monday you make plans with me for Friday night, but I never know if by Friday night the rest of the week will have been way too much, by Friday I may be at maximum feeling capacity, I may need to bail, and having people that understand this means the world to me. Like the WORLD.

So when I say I am sensitive I am really saying: When I hang out with you I am going to feel all the nuances, ups, downs, highs, and lows of your being and mine at this moment and at some point I will have to go wring out my empathic sponge of a self.

And that’s ok. I wouldn’t change being able to feel so much, but I will retreat into a place that is easy to be, like my bedroom or nature. A place where I do not have to be a radar dish for everything else in the world.

It took me so long to realize this. I wanted to pass it on in case you are an empath or know one.


Summer Solstice Sunshine Meditation

Summer Solstice Sunshine Meditation


The summer solstice is a magical moment, one that has been well observed by many cultures throughout time and it is the best time for a summer solstice sunshine meditation.

The summer solstice brings warmth and sunshine and an outward expression of spirit. It is the warmth of summer that helps us through the dark of winter. Now during the time around the summer solstice is time to is the time to gather and strengthen your Light.

Winter definitely serves its purpose, but it is much easier to move into the silence of winter with sincere appreciation when we come from a place that is full of light. And in our modern world today working inside as much as we do, we need to make a point of being outside and gathering light.

In Ayruvedic medicine the yogis believe that the hue of golden light is the most nourishing and strengthening. They sit at sunrise at and drink in the gentle golden hue.

The ancient Atlanteans believed that absorbing the hues of the sunset imparted the healing vibrations of that color directly into our systems. (Colors that are alive and vibrant and are born of that golden hue that the yogi’s love.)

Modern science states that we need to directly absorb the sun’s rays for about 10min a day for optimal health. From Vit D production to keeping our spirits high.

People use lights to help them get through SAD (seasonal affective disorder).

You can store up all that warm summer sun and save it for later, with simple recognition of its force and a meditation to help seal the deal.


Summer Solstice Sunshine Meditation

This meditation serves the purpose of literally storing up the sun’s rays for the upcoming winter. It can be done all summer, but at the height of the summer solstice the energy is the strongest.

(take care and watch the time, don’t get a sunburn, doing it later in the day helps with this!)

Find a quiet place where you can lay outside for 5-10min with out being disturbed, preferably directly on the earth.

Lay down, place your feet (your barefeet) directly on the earth (your knees will be up).

Say your thanks to the sun, ask that the being of the sun impart its life force directly into your system. Ask your angels and Archangel Ariel to help you with this.

Lift your shirt up so that your belly, (your solar plexus chakra) is exposed to the sun. You are going to absorb the sun directly into your third chakra where it will be stored for winter, think of this chakra as your own personal little sun, your place of will and warmth. It is your power chakra, intensely yellow, and expresses your divine power.

Lay and meditate. Feeling the sun enter your being, filling you up with energy and warmth. And know that you are storing this for the winter, a time when you will need to call upon that internal warmth and brightness.



This meditation can be done several times during the summer, giving you ample storage of light.

Happy Summer! (And winter, but we don’t have to talk about that yet.)



Feet on the Earth, Eyes on the Sky


It’s been a long day. All I want is to be outside. Finally that moment has arrived.


I stand outside and stare at the sky. It seems to stare back at me. I wonder what it sees. I look down upon myself through the eyes of the stars and I see I am dripping with goo and buzzing with electricity.


I see my feet on the ground, almost touching the dirt under the grass, but not quite. I see through the eyes of the stars that my stress is unraveling at the seams.


It begins to roll off my shoulders, and down my low back. It seems to fall in streams off my bum, and drips down the insides of my thighs, finding its way into the earth, where it will be turned into dirt. Multi-colored stress dripping off of me, mucky browns, with pink streaks, gross green with puddles of grey.


Stress from that old man that guffawed at my,….my music being too loud? Or maybe he wasn’t even guffawing at me at all.  The that lady that huffed at me because my kids and I were horseplaying in the store getting in her way (that was definitely at me). Stress from running trying to catch up with the clock, so I’m not late for the third time this day.


It all drips off me in an icky sticky black grey brown mustard yellow strange pink goo, like in kindergarten when you mix all the paint colors together.


And the stars see the highs from the day too, the good stuff of life sparking around me, yet still keeping me from feeling my calm.


Sparks from the excited woman telling me how she loved the body butter I made for her. And the garbage man who talked about how great my dog Coconut is. And sparks from my friends whom I loved so hard this day I thought I would burst. All exploding around me like my own private 4th of July show.


These highs crackle around me, a little electric field pulsing through my mind, my blood is charged, my bones are ringing, and my mind is spinning. My whole being is swirling around my center trying to catch hold, trying to find terra firma.


And the stars see my feet sink deeper.


Deeper and deeper and the humming slows down. Like a tuning fork my body falls into the slow rhythm of the earth, the earth that I am falling ever deeper in love with. My electric sparks aren’t spinning in orbit around me anymore, the earth has smoothed the static.


And still the stars see my feet sink deeper.


Deeper beyond the damp grass, into the dark warm soil beneath. Things move under my feet, slimy things, dirty things, and they are a thousand times cleaner than the goo dripping off me from my day. And bugs buzz around me sporadic in their flight pattern, yet a thousand times calmer than the sparks that were flying around me. My bones are humming slow, my heart is beating steady, my mind is calm, and my spirit has found terra firma.


And the stars see my feet cradled into the soil, they see my spirit is stretched out and my edges are smooth, and that my heart lies open touching both earth and sky.


I am feeling my calm, feet on the earth, eyes on the sky.

Wild Woman and the Divine Feminine

What is a wild woman?

She is the embodiment of the Divine Feminine. She is every woman, and in every woman. This energy of the divine feminine lives within man too, but it is women who are bringing it back.

The face of the divine feminine changes across time, across the continents, but she is that part of every woman kept in a secret safe chamber that is unchanged by the society around her. It is this part of women that recognizes and sees, truly sees, another woman, despite any socioeconomic, cultural, or lingual barrier when it is awakened in her. When your eyes meet she SEES you and you SEE her. It is this divine feminine aspect of women that has been silenced and forgotten in many cultures and places.

But while the divine feminine has gone unhonored, she did not disappear. She has roared loudly in some women over the ages, these were the torch bearers. While in others she laid silently gaining strength in the shadows, waiting for the right moment to re-emerge.

And now we have arrived at that time. We are finding the wild women everywhere.

The wild woman is what you find in nature, the unadulterated version of a woman that is fully embodying her divine feminine nature.  She is awake to her nature and she knows it.  As our awareness of nature returns and all that is embodies, so does our honoring of the divine feminine; the wild woman. This archetype of the wild woman is wild at heart, boundless in her beauty, compassion, and power. She is comfortable in her shape, her skin, and her ways, because nature is the only thing that has shaped her.

The wild woman has not suffered the suppresive hand of society, yet she has felt the cold wind, and the warm rain, she has felt the ground shake violently and been soothed by the songs of the birds, she has grown strong to the heavy snow and supple to the raging river, but she has not felt the sting of a society that tried to silence her.

She has developed an understanding of her intuitive nature. The wild woman can sense the creative powers that surge through her. Nature has taught her to nurture. Nature has also taught her of receptivity and the ability to hold something while still setting it free to follow its own course. Nature has held the wild woman’s hand while whispering in her ear that her emotions are great waves of water rising within and to let them flow. Nature has reflected to this divine feminine child of hers that her beauty is beautiful no matter if it is the stark barren landscape of winter or the gentleness of early autumn.

The divine feminine energy that pulses through nature pulses through the wild woman and she is free.

The wild woman is our modern day goddess in touch with her divine feminine nature, a woman who never lost touch with her wild woman self.

And She lives in all of us.

Cleansing the Chakras with Nature

We need to clear and charge our chakras with nature because many of us are sensitive to the modern lifestyle. All the running around. A lot of electronic devices and a lot time indoors and in cars. And we feel it, it affects us, and it affects our auric fields. Our chakras do a lot of extra work keeping us clean, keeping up our protective energetic boundaries, filtering out the excess static from media and over stimulation that we do not want to sticking to us.


So its a good practice to cleanse and balance your chakras.


There are many exercises we can do to keep the auric field and its chakras clean. For example we can smudge with sage, do chakra clearing meditations, we can take salt baths, we can wear certain crystals. I love all of these (love them, thats why I call this woowoomomma, because I love metaphysical woowoo stuff) but the one I think is best, as in BEST, the one I think makes all the chakra cleansings even better, is being in Nature.


It takes about a week outside in nature for the entire human body system to regulate itself back to a balanced system.


It takes about 5min standing on the earth barefoot for the electrical circuits to be re-established between your feet and the earth.


It takes about 20 min outside for the chakras to balance themselves.


Spending time in Nature might be the best thing you do for your aura. Just by being out there your chakras begin to regulate themselves, no sage or meditations needed. Although that would make balancing the chakras even more powerful.


Here are step by step instructions;


Step 1. Go outside. The more wild the better. But even the backyard works.

Step 2. Stay outside. You may nap. Walk. Run. Jump. Skip. Or whatever.

Step 3. Repeat the next day.


You do not need to pray, or visualize, or meditate, your body will of its own intelligence fall into sync with Nature. You can pray or chant or whatnot, prayers in nature are powerful and visualization would make this practice even stronger but to cleanse and balance the chakras just being in harmony with nature does the trick.


When you are outside the chakras begin to spin all in the same direction and they begin to be balanced. Meaning they are all open to the same degree and spinning with the same speed. This means that each one of your energy centers is taking in and processing the same amount of energy from the nature around you. Literally your system is balanced and in line or aligned with itself.


If you spend the entire week outside your balanced chakras taking in the same amount of energy at the same rate would begin the process of balancing your entire physical being.


Obviously spending weeks outside at a time is not feasible for a lot of us a lot of the time. But if we did this once or twice a year and then the rest of the time made sure we were spending at least 20min or more outside a day our energetic fields would be balanced, cleansed, and cleared.


Cleansing the chakras with nature would also mean;

More patience

More clarity

More joy

More playfulness (less depression)

More creativity

More vitality

More health (less down time being sick)

More Vitamin D (always a good thing)

More intuition.


There are other benefits but you get the point.


Find your wild place and soak your spirit in the energy of it. Breathe it in, revel in it.  You deserve it. Your chakras deserve it.


*****Warning; Spending time outside in wild places may cause a sudden surge in wild women activity. You may find yourself howling at the moon, singing wildly at the top of your lungs, or dancing (possibly naked). Conditions vary according to nature.

You Are Already a Rockstar Goddess Mother.


The Mother Wound

 We all have places that have been wounded by our mothers or those that cared for us, or the culture we live in. Sometimes its deep. Some of us struggle to feel and be loved. All of us are working to be the ideal mother. The mother wound is a term that now registers in most of our vocabularies, a place where the female archetype of mother is wounded by the wounded mother before her. Society has only made the mother’s burden of expectation all the heavier. We now have to deal with a mother wound and we have to meet society’s standards of being a good mom.

A lot of us deplete ourselves in the process. Some of us whisper the oh so familiar almost there sentence. It sounds like this, “As soon as I blablabla, then I will really be a mom that has her act together.” A very obvious symptom of the mother wound expressing itself.

Today we are healing the mother wound. Which is great.

In the meantime I want to offer us this:

Somewhere there is a mother who has decided not to heal the mother wound. Because she is already healed. With the willpower of a great goddess she has decided to be perfect and healed right now.

She dances a dance with her daughter that is untouched and unsoiled by a patriarchal society that dictates the expectations and status quo.  Even the status quo of believing that there is “a condition”  called the mother wound that needs to be healed. She thought to herself, I don’t have time to address one more expectation and the mother wound was becoming one more expectation. One more expectation she needed to address before she could finally be a good mom.

This mother is living and breathing and raising her daughters (and sons) as if none of this wounding ever occurred. She has already skipped past all the drama and trauma of the “mother wound”. She is fearless in her quest to follow her heart, she long ago let go of what society said she could and could not do, be, or feel.

She is a rebel with a cause. She is a rebel in the finest sense of the word. A master using her rebellious streak like a fine tuned laser. Cutting away all of society’s extraneous crap that was not hers to begin with and living from a place that is clean and clear.

She rebelled against letting them tell her how she ought to be, including telling her that before she could be a rock star mom she would need to heal her mother wound. She rebelled against the critics inside of her own mind as well. Telling them if they had nothing nice to say, then they ought to shut the fuck up. (And yeah, she cussed when she said it)

She is a rebel, and like their less ethical cousins the outlaws, rebels live outside the laws of society’s norms. She was free.

Beautifully this freedom transferred right over into her life as a mother. And this of course spilled gloriously over into her daughter’s life. Her daughter does not question any of her desires. She does not feel guilty about wanting more, even though she already has the world. She shines bright, another glowing orb rising up right alongside her mother. Her mother who does not dim one ray of light. Her mother, who her spreads her beauty, wisdom, and voice indiscriminately to whomever stands in her radiance.

Her daughter sees this and does the same. Like wild horses they stampede over the earth, galloping together, liberated and unheeded by what others might think.

I caught a glimpse of her. A shimmering glance at what we as mothers already are. This beautiful liberated mother that no longer needed to heal anything, beckoned from the mountaintop to join her rebel crusade. To open my heart wide and love myself and everything in my path. She whispered on to the wind that the answer is to already be that which you want to be.  A free unwounded mother balanced with grace and love, forgiving and forgiven, shining with the light of a thousand suns, radiant like a million moons.

You are already that which you want to be.

You are already a rockstar goddess mother.