I adore the sound of the didgeridoo, the indigenous instrument of the Aborigine people of Australia. The one you see pictured here was purchased at our local Saturday Market. John, the creator who prepped the bamboo and wood-burned the decorations, also sells bamboo flutes of all sizes. Recently he was kind enough to repair the beeswax covering when my didge mouthpiece suffered a little heat exposure.
Playing the didge is like playing an incredibly large recorder or flute, and if you wish you can add your voice to create overtones. This instrument requires lots of air, and if one’s up for it, mastering the art of circular breathing. Pumping the diaphragm muscle while taking in and cycling around lots of oxygen is an exercise unto itself! Here is an article listing some of the unique health benefits of playing didgeridoo:
Here we are, on the cusp of a fabulous solar eclipse, a time ripe for setting goals and planting seeds in your heart’s garden for the personal world you wish to manifest. What better time to go within and access deep reservoirs of compassion, self-nurturance, and emotional sustenance. Through the roller coaster ride of fears, constraints and outmoded ways of being, personally and collectively, you can always go within and dream your new self into being.
What dream seeds will you plant?
Mars heads into fiery Leo soon, which makes plenty of energy available for recreation, goofing around, and time spent in nature. It may also be accompanied by bad drivers, flaring tempers and “me monster” sudden outbursts. But, when everyone’s acting like a theatrical self-centered lion, just think outside the box. You can be the giraffe, tall enough to see all sides of the issues, and keep your crown on straight!
Be the giraffe!
Venus will enter cancer, drizzling with desires for lovely, squishy, homey, cozy feels, and that can be a welcoming balm to the public’s potential edginess. Everyone has an inner-feminine that thrives on being nurtured, honored, and respected as an equal. Check in with your heart regularly and give it a smile.
Strong Plutonian energy means it’s also a great opportunity to be a transformer! Take in the feelings of insecurity, hair trigger tempers, and projections coming out of yourself and others and have fun! Find the humor in situations and see how fast you can authentically switch from wanting to smack something to bathing in a happy thought. It’s a lot easier to do when you’ve been eating your (organic) fruits and veggies! The body will be less acidic, sleep will improve, and you will energetically feel like a balloon, bobbing on the ocean waves of life!
Eat your greens!
LISTEN TO YOUR HIGHER SELF. It’s been with you all along, and will always be right by your side anytime you want to chat. Take a deep breath, settle down under an inviting tree or welcoming, cushy chair, and get a download from the Love that has always had your best interests at heart.
While working with my Native Spirit oracle deck today I pulled the “Offering” card, which suggested it’s a good time to give thanks to the many blessings in life. With a powerful full moon arising between now and tomorrow that seemed very apropos. I wasn’t sure what the offering would be. A generous square of cornbread has been sitting nearby which seemed like a nice gift. Somehow, though, it felt like something else was calling. After puttering around the garden the “aha!” occurred: I would take care of one my compost bins that has successfully turned into “black gold” since last year.
Nutrient-dense homemade compost
It seems that when I’m deep in a project, especially if it’s outdoors and involves sweating and a sense of accomplishment, that’s when my intuitive antennae is strongest. While heaving shovel loads of happy compost full of wriggling red worms into the wheelbarrow, the first person who came to mind was my paternal grandpa, Milford. He was a farmer who built his family’s little homestead and barn, grew fruit trees, raised animals, and dutifully tended to the land. I was up for no apparent reason at 4:00 am this morning, so I did qigong for an hour, but I reflected how he would’ve been up around that same hour, every day of the week, doing all the chores of a farmer, on top of his regular work at the timber mill, so he could provide for his large family. Due to being on the road through my early 20’s earning meagerly musician wages, I didn’t get to see my grandparents nearly as often as I wanted. When the gig schedule let up and I had enough gas money, I would go the family homestead where grandpa would give me tours of the farm and with much pride show me the apple and potato cellar he built, the creek he tapped into for irrigation, the trees he planted as saplings that were now mature fruit trees, and tell me how his faith really pulled him through some of his most challenging, personal times. I imagined that if he were standing nearby watching me create my hugelkulture raised beds with my homemade compost he would be very proud. This was my offering for him.
Then my maternal grandpa, James, came to mind. He died suddenly of heart failure at 52, working as a carpenter. He, too, built homes, drank coffee on hot days to help him break a sweat, and provided for a large family. When I was an infant, but old enough to sit up on my own, I have a distinct memory of being on the floor between his legs while he sat in his recliner, smoking his pipe. The smell of sweet cherry tobacco scent filled the air. A slender lamp stood near his chair. He leaned in and whispered “Grandpa loves you Gina”. The irony is that apparently I never met him. According to family, he died in Texas when I was two months old. Several intuitives have clearly seen and heard him while giving readings on me. They say, “Oh my gosh! He’s a real talker!” and each one perceives him as a dominant spirit guide through all my growing up years, maybe even till now. I don’t know if he gardened, but I have always wanted to learn to work with wood, maybe wood-burning pictures, and/or building small fairy and bird houses. All the wood-working tools are sitting in the garage awaiting my creative muse to kick in. Perhaps when the garden season slows down I will dive into this new field of creativity. I told him as much while hauling the compost around, and sent him heartfelt love for the inspiration.
Oregon Grape
My dad, who thankfully still lives, provided me musical genes, has been a faithful confidant/cheerleader during some of my greatest young-adulthood challenges, and is a fine balance between being an impeccable Virgo perfectionist and snarky, punny jokester. While he has gardening skills I imagine he would say my compost is disgusting, but having been raised on a farm would appreciate the necessity of keeping the soil healthy and balanced.
Hugelkultur raised bed feeding nutrients into the forest floor.
When we moved into our current home I wondered why there was so little topsoil to work with and way too much clay. Later I learned that in order to build a home they often remove the top soil, sell it to make money, then put a token amount on top to please the incoming home buyer. It’s been very difficult soil to work with so mastering the art of composting became a priority to help rebuild what humans have imbalanced. It has taken a lot of trial & error, moving the bin to different locations, and fighting to save the leaves the yard guys would normally run off with. It seemed ludicrous they should take all the prime composting material from my yard forcing me to buy it back from the store – in plastic bags nonetheless! LOL! The efforts and struggles have been worth it. My raised beds are now home to ferns that have magically found their way in, the compost is rich with nutrition that is slowly rebuilding a small section of a very starved forest floor, and if the Trillium flowers should find their way in, that would be the bestest gift of all! At any rate, tending to the soil was the offering that needed to be made today, in honor of Earth, the spirit of the land, and the plants and animals that thrive when we learn to live in balance with Nature.
Parched, nutritient-deprived forest floor.
To all the grandpas and dads out there who passed their wisdom, their experience, and their spirit to their offspring, thank you! This blog is an offering for you!
Today’s excursion to a nearby wildlife refuge was a much needed escape from the din of the city, the traffic, and the same four walls. A healthy dose of fresh scenery does wonders for the soul, and I was on a quest to find wild, open fields, free of any man-made machinery, crowds, and such.
Tall Grass
The wildlife refuge reminds me of playing in the fields as a child, going to the creek near our apartment, catching bullfrogs, sitting in the oak groves, and playing hide-n-seek in the tall grass.
Oak Grove
An intuitive once told me my spirit guide would let me know they were around when I came across daisies. To my utter delight the refuge was was full of them today! This showed me that even when we think we’re alone, we’re really not alone – our spirit team may be peering up at us from the sunny faces of flowers!
Beautiful Daisy
It was funny to see some of the people “power walk” their way through such a tranquil sanctuary, or chatting at top volume. However, it was refreshing to see them enjoying the great outdoors and not tied to their electronic devices.
Sun & Sky
Many years ago while on a solo beach trip, the sun was perfectly bright, the temperature pleasant, and the day had an other-worldly feel. I walked along the Oregon coast and the wind was stirring like it does, but in the fields away from the water’s edge the breeze couldn’t have been more perfect. Like a little animal I curled up in the tall grass, far from the peering eyes of passer-byers and fell into one of the most tranquil, outdoor naps I’ve ever experienced, evidence that resting on the Earth directly is the best form of grounding. I didn’t take such a nap today, but did a fair amount of “Earthing” by putting my bare feet on the planet’s surface to absorb a healthy dose of electrons. It cleared the cobwebs out of my brain.
“Earthing”
In today’s walk dragonflies abound, and soon as I arrived a little butterfly seemed very purposeful in fluttering in front me as I walked down the gravel paths. After my paternal grandma passed away in the early 1990’s a little butterfly landed on my shoulder one sunny day while gardening in the yard. Instinctively I knew this was her spirit coming to visit. The open meadows of the refuge are so reminiscent of the visits to my grandparents’ farm, with its far-reaching landscapes, tranquil breeze, bugs flitting about, and bird songs in the distant trees. Only thing missing here was the ever-welcoming tire swing!
“Gramma Butterfly”
Around midday, before heading to the refuge, I pulled an oracle card to get a feel of what today’s energies would be about. The “Offerings” card came up with the accompanying theme:
“…find what’s good and wonderful in every moment. No matter what’s happening around you, there’s always something to be grateful for… make an offering to whatever nurtures your soul..”.
Consider this blog my offering to you, that it may inspire you back to Nature, to peace, to remember your human roots. It is also an offering of gratitude for all the beauty and life force that was so abundantly shared with me today.
Great Trees
Below are links to help you on your journey to reconnecting with Nature, your inner guidance, and your local pollinators!
Thanks for reading this blog, please click “Like” and feel free to share. As always, much love.
Terran (aka, Earthling)
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The importance of getting grounded, or “Earthing” as some call it:
Our beloved Kitty Ji delivered a live mouse to us last night. Some mayhem was caused after it ran under the tv console, but our good friend (who used to have pet mice), was able to lure it into a box and back outside. Sadly, the cat returned with it (or a similar one) dead in her mouth. “Sadly” from my perspective, but I’m sure some of the readers will cheer the cat on.
Such is the popularity of a kitty over a mouse!
Kitty Ji
It was a strange moment, having a live forest critter hiding in our living room. It made everyone frantic. It’s been at least a couple years or so since we had wild visitors in our house – last time it was two bats flying around in our bedroom! That’s a story for another day! When an animal makes a rare and surprise visit I tend to feel it’s a message for anyone who witnessed the event. There are many online “mouse animal spirit” definitions, but the excerpt below resonated with me the most, particularly since we have personally been experiencing high levels of stress trying to keep our house perfectly clean and ready for would-be home buyers.
The elders say we should share our dreams in case they’re meant for other people in our community, and they also say that what we think is real life is the biggest dream of all. So, in the spirit of sharing, in case this mouse message is for you too, here it is:
“So many see a mouse in the house as a sign of living in filth. People get really, and I mean really, shook up. We must not curse his intrusion in our house and into our lives. This sweet, soft, and so very clean little creature is bringing you a message. The meaning of mouse may be the most important message you will ever receive in your life. Please, please don’t excuse it!
“Now is the time to evaluate your attention to detail. Are you drowning in your own need to control every little detail of your life? Are you trying to control the details in other people’s lives? The spiritual meaning of mouse in the house is about letting go of the details. It may even be as literal as stopping your obsession over cleanliness and organization. Instead pause to appreciate the beautiful home and life you have. Start a list of things that you are grateful for. Learn to dismiss the list of details that annoy you.
“Mouse spirit animal teaches us the discipline of releasing overwhelm. If you are feeling overwhelmed, realize that this could be a badge of honor for you. Have you ever felt like you were competing with your friends to prove who was the most busy or exhausted? Mouse symbolism is a stark reminder that multitasking is a sure way to find catastrophe. Stop trying to do everything at once, and focus on one thing at a time.
“Mouse power animal comes to visit us to remind us that the power is the details, but not in the way we think. It is not through controlling every nook and cranny of our house and our world, but through appreciating the small things that brings us peace.”
In witnessing the unprecedented uptick in global tyranny, of humans gone violently wild on their brothers and sisters, the careless destruction of the environment and all life with it, I recently came to a wall and plunged briefly into a dark night of the soul. Wallowing in the murky depths of internal gloom, my mind questioned, “Is there a remedy for humanity’s global auto-immune disease? Will they ever stop destroying themselves, each other, and the body of this beautiful planet? It’s been eons of the same power abuse and control games… when does it evolve? Does it evolve? Are humans inherently a failed experiment?” Pondering that last question really made my heart sink… My whole body felt, heavy, devoid of any light, and I retreated deep into my shell.
Tall grass, by Regina Chante
Many astrologers have warned that this period, particularly into the early 2020’s, is a necessary “facing of the shadow-self,” that hidden underbelly of the subconscious that makes us want to sleep with the light on at night. We turn the TV up louder for fear of hearing the voices in our head, and we sweep unresolved angers, unhealed trauma, and feelings of inadequacy under the rug, all the while despising or shunning those who we think are weaker, less intelligent, less fortunate. But in truth, this shadow-self is humanity’s inner child who will no longer be cast aside and ignored. It has become a tyrannical demon, coming at us from every direction, vying for our attention by channeling itself through the media’s talking heads, power mongers, control addicts, and rampant negativity and violence. We can no longer just look away and hope it disappears, because it is us – it will not relent until we turn around and face it directly.
Purple Bells, by Regina Chante
Having been raised in a western culture where the religion-of-science tends to dominate I never really believed in angels, archangels and what-not, but I also didn’t not believe in something greater than all of this because I’ve had enough weird encounters in my life with the paranormal to keep me humble to the world of the invisible. As my brilliant friend, Mary Rodwell, is famous for saying, “We don’t know what we don’t know.” But we can observe, and what I have observed, do believe in, and have profound respect for is the language of math and sacred geometry (even though I sucked at math in school). I’ve figured out a middle ground that works for me that acknowledges the powerful, invisible forces who’ve got my back; I call them my Arc-Angles. 😀
Japanese Maple, by Regina Chante
The geometric perfection in EVERYTHING of this world, from the shape of seashells, beehives, flowers, right down to human DNA has me profoundly in awe. Clearly a consciousness of unimaginable proportions, depth, power, balance and perfection is and always has been at work laying the very foundation upon which all life is built. When I stay in my heart’s sacred space, higher states of consciousness arrive to me in brief lightning strikes of “aha!” moments. They may take the form of light (colors of flowers to the night sky), sound (in bird songs, music), or form (harmonic geometric proportions), or all the above. While I was deeply turned within and tuned out I couldn’t feel, see or resonate with any of those aspects of higher communication. Isn’t that a perfect example of how the Love we seek is always there for us, shining like the sun on all of creation, but we get so self-involved and in our heads we end up feeling completely disconnected. We literally become slaves to our minds, our beliefs, and we are the only ones who can set ourselves free.
Starburst, by Regina Chante
It was yesterday, when the sky was perfect, the sun was out, and the backyard was a buzz with devastating beauty that I finally emerged like Persephone from the hellish abyss of Hades. Spring was singing all around, and it was then that I remembered something so very profound I said during my one and only hypnosis session. I had compiled a list of questions for the hypnotherapist to ask me while I was under and one of them, which she asked me, was, “How is the Earth doing?”
Pink, by Regina Chante
“The planet is fine but running hot, like a fever,” I replied. “It’s a necessary fever to burn off the toxins. It’s going to be a rough ride for some while but everything’s going to be all right.”
Tea flower, by Regina Chante
The therapist then asked me a question of her own, “What about the new Earth? Isn’t a new Earth coming into being?”
Earth’s Antennae, by Regina Chante
My conscious mind snapped the thought, “Aw geez, more New Age lingo, what does ‘new earth’ even mean?” Obviously, I wasn’t too deep into my subconscious. LOL!
Faeries Live Here, by Regina Chante
Suddenly my mouth started speaking and caught my conscious mind off guard, “Yes, Earth is birthing a new version of herself,” I said, “but not the way humans think. The planetary life forms are singing in a new planet, a new blue print, a new web of life, if you will. It comes through the songs of the birds, insects, animals, plants, and it’s happening all around, all the time, but the humans don’t know it so they think nothing’s changed. If they listen they can hear the song.”
The Web of Life, by Regina Chante
The memory of this conversation really lifted my heart, and I felt an incredible desire to photograph my garden and capture these sacred moments. They are the photos you see dappled throughout this entire blog.
Humanity’s internal cleansing is messy work, similar to how deep cleaning one’s house looks like a blizzard hit before it feels and looks renewed. I have also heard this time we’re living in is like witnessing a birthing process, and we all know how messy, bloody, screamy and painful that is – particularly for the mother. If you didn’t know a baby was coming from all that suffering you’d think she was dying a terrible death. In a sense she is, for she is dying to one version of herself while simultaneously birthing a new and hopefully more powerful, more compassionate version. Likewise, our mother planet will never be the same after birthing anew. She may look like she’s temporarily dying but she is only becoming stronger, healthier and more expanded. It is we who must bravely face these challenging times and participate as the midwife, the parent, and the child.
For numerous reasons the traditional paradigm humanity has endured for centuries, if not eons, is swiftly approaching an unavoidable shift. Power structures, hierarchies, outmoded traditions are slipping away, sometimes at an alarming rate, in order for new vistas to arise. The pace at which change is taking place is leaving many people reeling with fear, uncertainty, anxiety about the future, feeling physically sick and exhausted, and oftentimes very lonely, particularly as our technological toys lure us into isolated matrixes that lack human interaction.
As if that weren’t enough, there is a kind of collective shadow rising to the surface as all the veneers fall away, exposing much we have left to heal, purify, purge, forgive, process, and let go. For many it’s all just too much and there doesn’t seem to be any relief in sight. Times like these require us to go within, inhale deeper breaths, and allow the loving gifts others have created, and that this beautiful planet has to offer, to give our weary selves much needed rest & recovery.
art by ALectorFencer
Below are some relaxing audio recordings I’ve come across you might like to help unwind your body/mind. You are also invited to add a message below this blog and share some of your favorite meditations, chants, books, and videos as well. The more the merrier!
Great Bell Chant
Gregorian Chants at 432 Hz
Rain & Thunder
Sleep Meditation to Release Negative Attachments and Rebuild Confidence:
Power Thought Card by Louise L. Hay
Changing up your routine is another way out of the mind’s rut. Below are just a few ideas to create a fun detour from the everyday hamster wheel of modern life:
• Sit with nature. Photograph little wonders that catch your eye.
• Hum or sing in your car, bathroom, wherever!
• Grab some finger-paints, play with your inner child, make a picture.
• Write or draw anonymous love notes and leave them in random places.
• Receive a massage.
• Give someone (and yourself) a hug for no reason.
• Make little gifts for people, animals in need.
• Learn and make a new recipe (keep it simple at first).
• Tell someone you love them.
• Stargaze.
• Plant some flowers. Talk to them. Sounds weird? Try it (when no one’s around).
• Put silly putty, a squeezy toy, or a kazoo in the car to play with while stuck in traffic.
• Eat a donut slowly. (HA!)
But wait! There’s more!
• Imagine the birth of your soul:
Each of us has been imagined into existence by an Infinite Power that coalesced the universe(s) into physical reality(s). At the core of our being, beyond our molecular structure, we are powerful photons of light infused with consciousness, sung and spun into our individual souls; we are children of Light and Vibration. Like sparks we fly out into the great cosmos, imbued with the Love of All That Is, with a consciousness as unlimited as deep space, and with an unquenchable desire to learn, explore and be as clear conduits for Source to explore all of its Creation. In our hearts the passion for life brought us into physical existence, and we dream, individually and collectively, our new realities into existence.
• Even once a day, try this little experiment: Drop softly into your heart and ask yourself: What does a healthy, vital, prosperous new world feel like? It’s not enough to think about it … really feeeeel the feeling. How would waking up in the morning feel different? What would the colors of your world feel like? What would being in your body feel like? What would you feel inspired to create, do, become? A little of this experiment everyday breathes life back into your cells, your dreams, your smile, and the Light you shine.
• Practice being like the Sun. It doesn’t ask permission to shine, it just radiates its warmth to all, unconditionally, unapologetically, and with certainty. Our little bio-suits we call bodies are made entirely of star stuff, we are all stars, and we are all born from the ultimate Light of Love.
This is a tried and true, yummilicious recipe our family loves. It’s nearly vegan except the eggs. I’d like to take it fully vegan but haven’t figured out what egg replacer to use that would create the same fluffy, pillow texture. I welcome your comments if you do!
As with all recipes I use organic ingredients whenever possible, including the sugars. Have a go at this recipe and see what you think. Be generous and share them with your family and friends as it makes a good sized batch. Each cookie dough scoop in this recipe was measured with a rounded tablespoon; that equalled about 28 decent sized cookies!
• 1/2 c. butter alternative (I used Earth Balance)
• 2 c. sugar; 1 c. brown sugar, 1 c. unrefined ‘white’ sugar
• 2 eggs (free-range)
• 2 tsp. vanilla extract
• 1 (15 oz) can pumpkin puree
• 3 c. all-purpose flour
• 1 1/2 t. baking soda
• 1 1/2 t. baking powder
• 1 t. salt
• 1 t. ground cinnamon
• 1 pinch ground nutmeg
• 1/2 c. dark chocolate, vegan (mini) chocolate chips
• 1 handful, finely chopped walnuts
• LOVE!
Instructions Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Cover cookie sheet with a piece of parchment paper (great for creating a non-stick, oil-free surface)
1. Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Cover cookie sheet with a piece of parchment paper (great for creating a non-stick, oil-free surface)
2. In one bowl cream together alternative butter and sugars until smooth. Beat in eggs, vanilla, and pumpkin till well blended.
3. In a separate bowl mix together flour, baking soda, baking powder, salt, cinnamon and nutmeg. Gradually add this dry ingredient mix to the wet ingredients and hand-mix well. Stir in chocolate chips and walnuts. Drop by rounded teaspoon or tablespoon onto parchment/cookie sheet.
4. Bake for 12-15 mins in preheated oven till edges slightly brown. Allow to cool for a few minutes and enjoy!
Late in the fall of 2018 I collected many acorns from a dainty oak tree near my work without any real idea what I was going to use them for. I looked up the mythology of acorns and learned that northern European folklore believed an acorn placed in the window sill would protect the home and its occupants from storms. About that time I noticed my little kodama (forest spirit) mascot wearing the acorn hat I had glued to its head a while back and this was my “aha!” moment. I would create a tribe of kodamas with acorns, some wearing acorn hats and some sitting or standing near acorns. Each one would be designed thematically with the recipients who would receive them as holiday gifts and, hopefully, the recipients would place them near windows to protect their homes from winter’s nasty weather.
My kodama tribe!
Fast forward to this morning. In the never ending battle for a parking spot I managed to find one near the little oak tree that offered so many acorn gifts a few months before. I thanked the tree and said I needed to park my car nearby in an awkward spot, one where I wasn’t quite sure if it was a legal place to park. In my mind I asked the tree to please keep a safe eye on my car and protect it from harm and the naughty parking ticket guy. When I returned in the afternoon to move my car I found a curled up, oak tree “love” note leaf resting gently on my windshield. What a tender gesture I told the tree. Carefully I plucked the leaf from the window and brought it in the car.
Oak tree Love note leaf.
I moved my car to a new parking spot, near a building that typically has a lot of heavy energy around it. Most days I spot federal security vehicles parked outside, looking big, and overbearing with their dark, tinted windows. There are always a number of homeless people wandering around it as well. I brought the oak leaf to one of the trees near this sad feeling building and placed it lovingly at the foot of the tree. It seemed like the right thing to do: keep the love notes flowing where needed. Just the day before, near this same spot, I shared half of my mandarin orange with a homeless gentleman and gave him a gift card for a warm drink at the local cafe.
Sad, heavy energy building.
Lately folks are very tired of the snow, of being sick, and all the heavy, convoluted energy that’s run amok in the collective consciousness. My hope in sharing these Love notes is to remind us we always have the choice and opportunity to share kindness. It’s the little acts of love that add up to big relief in a weary world.