Dance, Cry, Laugh, Hug, Howl at the Moon, Tell Stories, and (most importantly) Stay Human!

It’s not that I relish performing live before an audience. To be honest I’m very reclusive, as most artists probably are. Yet standing before a crowd, baring my musical soul, dance, and voice – vocally or through my horns – always felt like necessary medicine in overcoming stage fright, singing my truth, and expressing my frequency, if you will.

Yours truly in the field with my saxy friends!

Not everyone wants to sing, play an instrument, dance, or tell stories, yet we’re intrinsically drawn to watch and enjoy and those who do. Why is this? Are we supporting one another through an invisible field of human energy when we gather to share in these art forms? Are we healing one another of deeply entrenched wounds when we hear each other’s voices and see each other swirl, twirl and move like the cosmic forces that birthed our galaxy?

“Twirling”, by Ricky Barnard

While we may not consciously know it, our voice frequencies are affecting the atmosphere and people around us, and with every spoken word and sound we share very intimate information. Sherry Edwards, vocal profiler/ researcher at Sound Health Options understands this well when she said:

“Your voice can be used as a holographic representation of all that you are, right down to the depths of your genetic make-up. Your Voice is being used to reveal what nutrients you really need; what muscle are you likely to injure within the next 30 days; who you are, really, deep down, at your soul level.”

-Sharry Edwards

Children who sing or talk to themselves amuse and awaken our own inner child. Adults who sing and talk to themselves are considered in society’s eyes to be off-kilter. At what point did we shut off our inner child and decide we’re so “woke”, so grown-up we don’t need to hum to the clouds, sing to flowers, or give our body a voice so it can be heard? It’s a sad society of fearful programming who tells us we are not healers, when in truth it is our voices that weave and sing a supportive web of soul medicine.

“The Language of Flowers III”, by Jasmine Becket

“Singing is letting your inner-child whistle despite the surrounding storm. It’s a humming, a vibration of the soul that recalibrates the negative energy of a place into a healthy song. Like dancing, it’s a performance, a rendering of the crucibles and vicissitudes of life through poetic verse before a live audience.”

– G. McZee

Before the advent of computers, paper, pen and such it was the oral traditions that kept a culture alive. It was the storytellers, elders rich with life experience, medicine men & women of everyone’s ancestry who spoke over campfire tales of heroes, treacherous journeys across vast terrain, and spirits of nether worlds who interacted with us, helping to expand our creativity and our understanding of where we came from. Their stories kept us humble, malleable, courageous and relevant. Who is writing our story now? The media? The policy-makers? Where are the elders at this time? Have they been shunned and made to feel obsolete? We must find the time and curiosity to re-member ourselves as the great life journeyers we are! Find your storytellers or, better yet, begin writing yours! You never know who just might be waiting for your baton to give them strength in pursuing their own voice.

“We are social creatures who need each other to survive. Similarly, we are storytelling creatures who need stories to survive…. Maybe we’ll understand it, maybe not. Enchant us with your story anyway. Sing your newfound truth anyway. Dance your unique dance anyway. Because you never know whose soul may need reanimating.”

– G. McZee
Ani Williams

You may have noticed a number of quotes in this blog came from Gary Z. McGee, former Navy Intelligence Specialist turned philosopher. I wish to give him honorable recognition for inspiring today’s blog, and helping me find my voice on this beautiful autumn day. Please take a moment and read his link below at Fractal Enlightenment.

May you dance on!


Can Woolly Bear Predict Winter?

Woolly Bear at the barn!

Can Woolly Bear Caterpillar’s coloring predict winter’s chill and length? According to folklore, yes! According to modern science, no. 😁

So let’s all take a little time from our busy schedule’s, romp gently through local forests and open fields to find our Woolley Bear friend and observe its colors and coat. Then let’s note how winter goes in our respective regions and share notes! The photo above is one I took while at the barn, and unfortunately I don’t remember which way the Woolley was traveling. According to the excerpt below (credit to it matters which end is which for predicting the winter weather’s intensity at the beginning or end of season! Of course, that same source was quick to deny any factuality to the Woolley coat and winter predictions. Ah well, it’s more fun to listen and watch Nature and make our own observations. 🔎👀🐛

“According to folklore, the amount of black on the woolly bear in autumn varies proportionately with the severity of the coming winter in the locality where the caterpillar is found. The longer the woolly bear’s black bands, the longer, colder, snowier, and more severe the winter will be. Similarly, the wider the middle brown band is associated with a milder upcoming winter. The position of the longest dark bands supposedly indicates which part of winter will be coldest or hardest. If the head end of the caterpillar is dark, the beginning of winter will be severe. If the tail end is dark, the end of winter will be cold. In addition, the woolly bear caterpillar has 13 segments to its body, which traditional forecasters say correspond to the 13 weeks of winter.

“As with most folklore, there are 2 other versions to this story. The first one says that the woolly bear caterpillar’s coat will indicate the upcoming winter’s severity. So, if its coat is very woolly, it will be a cold winter. The final version deals with the woolly bear caterpillar’s direction of travel of the worms. It is said that woolly bear’s crawling in a southerly direction are trying to escape the cold winter conditions of the north. On the other hand, woolly bear’s crawling on a northward path would indicate a mild winter.”

Ethical Harvesting of Wild Foods

Marjoram Herb

In light of crops trying to adapt to ever-changing climate patterns, and so many extreme weather patterns of late, I have wondered what food cultivation and water supplies will look like over the next number of years. Actually, I’ve wondered this for a couple decades and built a healthy library on the topic, but didn’t have the correct landscape to grow our own food till recently.

Just because one has land doesn’t always mean the soil is healthy, or that water will always be affordable or available, so being flexible and creative is very important. While megalithic corporations are buying up farmland like crazy with who knows what as their next agenda I take heart knowing that wild food grows all around and often has deep tap roots accessing minerals that much of our commercial food (even organic) is missing.

One of my permaculture mentors, Dana O’Driscoll, has written a much more in-depth view of this situation. Below is a little excerpt to invite you in and think about how you would celebrate (and forage) at this time of second harvest! 🙂

Dana says, “One way of cultivating receptivity and honor the harvest is to take up a wild food foraging practice and take a day to go out and seek out wild foods. Wild foods can be found in all settings, from urban to wilderness, and its just a matter of time and building your knowledge. See if you can find enough for to create at least part of a meal. This time of year in Eastern North America, they are particularly abundant–you can find wild apples, hardwood nuts (hickories, chestnuts, butternut, walnuts, hazelnuts, acorns);fall greens (usually there is a second harvest of greens like dandelion); grain harvests (wild amaranth, lambs quarters, or yellow dock); and fall mushrooms (Hen of the Woods, late Chicken of the Woods, Honey Mushrooms, etc). Building an ethical foraging practice and bringing some of this into your regular practice allows for not only a deep knowledge and reverence of nature, but also a way to align with ancient human ancestors and cultivate receptivity.”With any wild food foraging practice, I want to stress the importance of ethical harvest. Offer gratitude and respect to what you are harvesting, seek permission, and monitor wild food populations.”

Nature Mandala image credit: theDruids

#, # permaculture, # ethcial foraging, # climate change, # cultivate receptivity

Creating Structured Water With the Analemma Wand

My Analemma Wand featuring the walnut case.

I purchased an Analemma Water Wand some months ago when I first listened to an interview between its inventor, Dolf Zantinge, and host Tom Cowan, MD. While I do not pretend to fully understand how quantum physics in the 3D realm operates, my bodywork healing practice of 17 years reveals that a great deal happens in the unseen realms which directly affects people’s health, for better and for worse. When the wand arrived I stirred water that was to be applied to plants and pets; I also treated my own drinking water. A friend of mine purchased a wand at the same time and we both observed that animals (including her wild hummingbirds) couldn’t drink enough of the treated water! Bowls were emptied by the end of the day – that never happened before. She also observed the water fountain her wilds birds visited had to be cleaned almost every other day of algae (since it sat in sunlight most days) but, after treating the water with the wand, algae is history – she barely has to clean the fountain. I noticed our pet’s water bowls do not grow algae anymore either, and their drinking water only gets dirty if they accidentally drop food in it. Proof that something very cool is happening since plants, pets, water fountains and bowls do not know about the water wand or its properties.

I love the concept that what we do to the soil biome of the planet directly affects our internal gut biome which is proving to be a major source of all health and disease depending on bacteria balance. In the first link (below) Dolf and Eric go into great detail about the amazing benefits on agriculture production, animal health, human health, reversed aging in people who drank the wanded water on a regular basis, and how their goal is to make this a planet-wide treatment to restore the balance and well-being of the planet’s elements. I can’t think of a more gracious gift for life on this gorgeous, living, conscious Earth. Please take a listen and I hope you give the Analemma wand a try. I do not receive any financial incentives for sharing this information. My reward is peace of heart and mind knowing that we’re on an upward track to healing the damages done to this planet, especially over the last 100+ years. 🌎

Coherent, Structured Analemma Water with Dolf Zantinge and Eric Laarakker

Why cells need “structured water”

Interview Featuring Dolf Zantinge and Tom Cowan, MD

Analemma home site:

Horses! How They Heal Our Hearts!

Not knowing in early 2020 whether our clinic would/could reopen I chose to expand my education into the field of equine and small animal massage and acupressure. Facing my fear of horses was the biggest hurdle and MAN am I glad I did. Over a year later a true love affair has blossomed that keeps me coming back to help these gentle giants out of pain and suffering, a much too common dilemma for horses that apparently most people are unaware of. Today one of my dear Acutonics® teachers, Jude Ponton, shared the following post from HeartMath Institute which I have now turned into my first blog. Hope you enjoy learning how horses heal us as much as I did!

Three Things You Can Do…

Water’s Edge, photo: Regina Chante

3 things to inspire you to get outta bed each day:

1-Seek novelty.

Have you learned something new lately? Been to a new bioregion? Spent time in Nature? When you seek novelty and find it, lose it, then seek and find it again you’ve increased your dopamine (pleasure hormone) levels fourfold. In other words, the magic of maybe, of uncertainty is what our brains are hardwired for.

2-Make art.

Anything more good, more true, more beautiful that rails against entropy, decay, and the feeling of Groundhog’s Day (movie). It can be a writing a poem, painting a picture, starting a new company, whatever inspires.

3-Help out.

If you can figure out the first two then share it, especially with people who are struggling to make it.

“As simple as these three things sound they have saved me repeatedly from descent into the screaming abyss.” – Jamie Wheal

Shine Your Light!

“Rainbow” by R.Chante

Watching this show on Chaco Canyon. The narrator said, “..the ancients were marking the center point of time, where Heaven and Earth meet (Equinox – even day and night), and the powerful ones lived in circular houses. They could communicate with all of Earth’s creatures and elements”.

I realized at that moment a rainbow from a crystal in a distant window was shining onto the fireplace, or “place of fire”. Spirit communicates to me like this – in very symbolic fashion.

When we are balanced within we are the still point in the center of time, we are the conduits between Heaven and Earth. The rainbow body is birthed at the place of fire, in our heart(h). It is in our ❤️ where the 🔥 of Spirit resides. When we reside in our circle of Light (illuminated) we are clear conduits of the Light in all its spectrum of colors. We are children (Beams of Light) of the Great Sun, who touches upon this planet thru each one of us, via our hearts.

It helps to be reminded now and then. 🌸

Nature’s Message 🌲🌷🌏

Grand Black Walnut tree, photo: R Chante

I slept outside last night to be closer to the Earth. I don’t want to be homeless or surrounded by noisy tourists in a campground to know the feel of the planet under my body. I awoke this morning a little achy but way more alert.

Why choose to occasionally sleep in one’s own backyard rather than a cozy bed? Let’s say I was inspired by some tree friends. 🌲❤️

Recently I shared a little video footage on FB of historic trees local to my work that are likely to be cut down in the near future, making way for man-made construction. Acknowledging them now in their vibrant, life-giving state even amidst my deep feeling of grief seemed the right thing to do.

For me, healing medicine lies in choosing to document and share Nature’s story. I am a traveler on this little planet 🌏 and sharing these diary entries feels to be my mission!

Inevitable change at an unprecedented rate is happening on Earth and shows no signs of easing up. In posting Nature images I feel there is a message being shared from the Spirit of the wild:

Astounding beauty, endurance, and ability to rise from the ashes of destruction and decay is a gift we all have within. While not everyone will take advantage of this gift, some may not believe it even exists, the seed of regeneration is there nonetheless. We choose to acknowledge, nurture then act upon it with our awareness, courage and gratitude for this precious and unique life we are experiencing.

To access the beauty and renewal sometime means you won’t be same person you were when you began this sojourn. We see this in a forest that’s been engulfed by wildfire and completely burned to the ground. Amidst the ashes lies the seeds of life the original plants left to continue their legacy, but the forest that emerges from the ashes will not appear the same as its predecessor.

Likewise, each day we rise to a new dawn we are not the same person, subtle changes are occurring all the time. If you should go through harrowing life experiences that devastate body, heart and mind you’re like a forest that’s been ravaged by the 🔥. The seeds of great power, resurrection, and love remain within you full of potential. Having free will humans may choose to remain (consciously or unconsciously) in a state of overwhelm, loss of identity, and even soul loss which may hinder the Phoenix from rising. There is no judgment either way. Simply to say that Nature is here to remind and inspire humanity of the eternal and enduring life force that exists, in this life and all other planes of existence.

So, long story short, I slept outside to remember the beauty, grace, support and vitality of Nature all around. I wanted the planet to feel my tiny body and heartbeat pulsing in harmony with the planetary heartbeat. I wanted to remember this moment, this landscape and this beautiful night and I wanted it to remember me, for however long either of us last in physical form.

A bright, white star emerged in the sky overhead, powered up to a magnificent glow, then swiftly faded. I knew my star family was close by, honoring my presence and choice to sleep in the great outdoors. The stars have shared their songs with me many nights so this evening I returned the song and played my shakuhachi flute.

What an honor to be amongst the indigenous life forms of this tiny corner of the world: trees great and small, summer flowers, little bugs sleeping in their cozy earthen homes, baby squirrels curled up in their tree burrows, and tiny birds huddled in their nests. I sang them a little song then rested. Today was a good day. ❤️

Children of the ☀️

☀️ photo: R.Chante

The portal of Light so shines on the world,
this little, blue planet of stardust and dreams.

The river of Light breathes onto flowers and trees,
tiny, winged life in its streams.

Be as the ☀️, the mighty true Light,
Shine brightly in the face of fear.

Love as the ☀️ with equality to all life,
shine your Light on this planet so dear.

☀️ on Earth. Photo: R.Chante

Finding Treasures in Nature

A leaf? No, a rock! 😄

Took a walk this evening at the local park to catch the setting sun and the cheers of a little league ball game in action. Then I saw this curious little thing wedged in the fence. All I could think was what a strange place for a strange looking leaf to get stuck. On closer inspection I realized it was a painted rock! The very same rock my friend sent me a photo of some days ago while she was walking this park, only it was in a completely different location!😄

Huh! I thought as I walked on with my little dog. What a fun find!

Admiring the field of cattails in their velvety brown attire another, small something caught my eye. I squinted to get a closer look and saw it had a face! Oh my gosh! Another little hidden gem! Now I was really paying attention. What delightful fun!

It even had strands of “hair”. The little kid in me was squealing with delight. I wondered how many other people have seen these little art gifts wedged in the trees?

Only a few steps farther ahead another impish face peered up at me looking like a mini pumpkin 🎃 .

Man! How many of these characters are out here I wondered?

Just before leaving the path one more smiling face popped out, as if to wish my dog and I a fair adieu! Right then a gentleman with an ear bud in one ear came walking with his dog up the path. Figuring he probably saw me inspecting and photographing trees I smiled and said, “Someone’s put little painted stones in the tree crevices!” I had hoped he would find these whimsical treasures as intriguing as I did. But no. He sort of smiled, walked on past and replied, “That’s cool”. 😕 Well, I guess these rock people sightings weren’t intended for everyone.

What a journey. So glad I decided to take the dog for a walk! ❤️ Hope this little story has inspired you to leave love notes, painted rocks or some other uplifting charms in your neighborhood! 🌸🌷🌲🧚‍♂️