Gratitude Ceremony For Moving

Four elements and beeswax candle.

A Gratitude ceremony for the residence you’re leaving is an ideal way to collect the joyous, important memories, and to bring along the energies of land and place that align with you (and your family’s) highest well-being to join in the new abode.

Materials:
Beeswax candle
(1) Sage Smudge, or incense of choice (if in smoke-free environment use bells)

Items to represent each of the four directions. In the photo example (above):
feather =  E / air;
bowl of soil = N / earth
bowl of water = W / water
pyramid = S /fire
(1) Clear Quartz cluster.

You may also choose to add photos, momentos, and other items of meaning to you.

Sage.

Begin by cleaning the crystal, particularly if it has been recently purchased and/or handled by many people. Cleanse the cluster by placing it in a bowl of water and salt for a couple hours. Remove it carefully and rinse under tap water. Offer gratitude for the crystal as it has been forcibly removed from the Earth and traveled great distances to join you in this powerful moment.

Crystal cluster.

Sit with your old home, sending it heartfelt gratitude for the joy, security, and space it has provided over the years for you and your family. Feel and imagine in your heart that all the most loving, powerful, heartfelt memories and energies are going to move with you from the current home to the new home. 

Instructions:
Arrange the elements on a secure table or countertop with the beeswax candle in the center.

  1. Light the candle and place the crystals and the elements around it, aligned to their associated direction.
  2. Light the Sage smudge from the candle’s flame and start smudging your energy (body/aura), or use bells if you cannot release smoke in your dwelling.
  3. Go to the center of the home and face each cardinal direction, one by one, pointing with the smudge stick or bells.
  4. Ask to release your energy from the house with gratitude and love.
  5. Go into every room, asking for the release of memories and moments. Take as much time as needed in each room.
  6. As you go through each space take only the best memories with you.
  7. Go outside and do the same for the land as you walk the perimeter of your home.
  8. Come back to the center of the home and extinguish the smudge stick, or set bells aside.
  9. Taking the clear quartz into your palm walk into each room once again, asking to take the best memories with you to your new home. Visualize the memories being securely saved into the crystal. Take as much time as needed. Walk the perimeter of the land around your home and repeat the same intention.
  10. Come back to the center of the home and place the crystal next to the candle. Take your time to be alone with the house.
  11. When finished, extinguish the candle and carefully pack the crystal.

Zucchini-Walnut Loaf

Zucchini bread most deelishy

But seriously, this is an amazing vegan zucchini-walnut loaf recipe you’ll love. It’s easy to make and super tasty! 😀  I would definitely suggest having a box of unbleached parchment paper on hand. What a genius invention!  Before preparing batter cut out a piece of parchment paper that fits into the bottom of your 9 x 5 loaf pan. Add a little vegan butter or coconut oil around the inner pan edges.  When it’s done cooking the loaf will slide ride out of the pan – no muss, no fuss.

Organic Ingredients:
DRY
* 2 cups all purpose flour
* 1/2 cup unrefined cane sugar
* 1/2 cup brown sugar
* 3 tsp baking powder
* 1 tsp cinnamon
* 1/4 tsp nutmeg
* 1/2 tsp salt
* 1/2 cup walnuts (optional)

WET
* 1 cup shredded zucchini (tightly packed)
* 1 aged banana (not new and green, some brown on the skin is ideal)
* 1/4 cup vegan milk (soy, almond, or rice)
* 1/4 cup sunflower oil or coconut oil (melted)
* 1 tsp vanilla
* 1 egg replacer (1 Tbl. flaxseed meal + 3 Tbl hot water)

– Preheat oven to 350 degrees on convection setting (if available), otherwise “bake” setting will do.

– If using coconut oil, melt in advance on low heat. You can also mix coconut and sunflower oils for this recipe.

– shred the zucchini, press it into cup to pack. Set aside

– using a fork mash the banana in a small bowl or plate till it becomes squishy. Set aside.

– In large bowl whisk together all the dry ingredients

(flour, sugars, baking powder, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt)

– in separate bowl, mix together wet ingredients)

(zucchini, banana, vegan milk, oil of choice, vanilla, egg replacer)

Add wet ingredients to the dry bowl and mix. Let it sit for a couple minutes to allow water from zucchini to release, then mix a little more. If needed, add a touch of vegan milk.

Using spatula, pour batter into loaf pan, place in oven for 60 minutes. If you see it’s browning too quickly on the top before finished just add a little wrap of aluminum foil over the loaf pan and return it to the oven.

After 60 mins. check to see if center is cooked by pushing a thin, long knife blade down into the center. If it comes back with gooey batter on the end return loaf to oven for another five minutes.

Once removed and cooled about 10 minutes put a plate face down over the top of of the loaf. Hold plate in place and flip loaf pan upside, Your tasty, little zucchini bread loaf will plop right out thanks to your handy piece of parchment paper!  Put another plate over bottom of loaf, and flip right side up. Voila! Show some love to the Earth for the bountiful harvest and elements, to the farmers who grew the plants, and to the peeps who transported the ingredients to you. Enjoy!

Tasty Salad!

I haven’t shared a recipe in a while so here we go! This lovely creation was made on a whim, super easy to make, yummiful nutritious, and vegan. 🙂

Gather up the following organic ingredients:
* 1 cup steamed rice (I used basmati)
* 1 can black beans (pre-cooked/canned)
* 1 diced roma tomato
* chopped lettuce of your choice (romaine and leaf in this case)
* 2 Tbl. dried seaweed flakes
* 1/2 tsp. cumin powder
* 1/2 tsp. turmeric powder
* chopped cilantro (much as you like)
* Tofutti sour cream

Directions:
Rinse beans well, place in saucepan and add water to cover beans. Add the cumin, turmeric powders, dried seaweed and heat on low-med till seaweed hydrates and expands; stir well. Add salt & pepper or other seasonings of choice.

Place the rice, beans, tomato, lettuce, cilantro in a bowl, top with vegan sour cream, put a little chips on the side if you like, and enjoy!!

The Joy of Playing the Didgeridoo!

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.

Didgeridoo

More about his handiwork here:
Spirit Song Flutes (and didges)
https://www.portlandsaturdaymarket.com/vendors/john_wydyshhotmail.com

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:

https://heartdidg.com/benefits-of-didgeridoo-playing/

Basic training video on circular breathing:

If you just want to hear a variety of ways the didge is played, even combined with other instruments, please check out the following for starters:

The Original Peoples’ Music, featuring Aboriginal Artist Lewis Burns

Multi-Instrumentalist, Mitchell Cullen

Aboriginal Music Meets Celtic, featuring the Wicked Tinkers

Thriving in Tomorrow’s New Moon / Solar Eclipse

07/02/19 New Moon Solar Eclipse

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.

Listen to your Higher Self.

Offering of Gratitude on Father’s Day

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!

Happy heirloom roses.

Nature’s Calling, Will You Answer?

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:

Offerings Oracle Card, ©Denise Linn

“…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:

https://www.earthing.com/what-is-earthing/

The Native Spirit oracle cards deck by the wonderful author, teacher, and member of the Cherokee Nation, Denise Linn:

http://www.deniselinn.com/Books.htm

Plants that attract butterflies and other pollinators:

https://www.nwf.org/Garden-for-Wildlife/Wildlife/Attracting-Butterflies

Hummybird

A Mouse in the House

A Mouse in the House

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.” 

(wildgratitude.com)

Garden Collage in May

I feast on abundance

in every direction I look 

not a single blade or petal out of place.

The pinecone’s golden ratio

echos the rose in shape

nestled in a sea of ancient rocks.

Little Bee, © Regina Chante

Tiny, fuzzy bees scurry

into trumpets of golden powder

their songs calling forth sweet nectar.

Foxglove, © Regina Chante

Patterns of Nature abound

craggy, soft, plumed and colorful

kissed by sunlight, water and soil.

Garden Collage, © Regina Chante

Chirps, beeps and songs fill the air

high above and hidden under brush

songbirds remind us to take joy and fly light.

Sky, © Regina Chante

Death & Rebirth

Bleeding Hearts, by Regina Chante

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.

One Winter’s Night, by Regina Chante

May the Love (force) be with you.