Once again, I was awe of the magic I was feeling that made ninety minutes seem like ten and then it happened again.  Suddenly we were off the bus walking to the car.  I was still marveling at my experience with the stones when a voice asked, “what would you like to see next?”

“Wait, this isn’t all we’re here for?  There’s more??”

I’m about to burst!  I can’t believe it.

Road trip!!!  Yes!!!  Who doesn’t love a good adventure?

Then I stopped, realizing I have no idea where we should go, I hadn’t done any research to know what could be next.  I was certain my face was mirroring the blank thoughts in my head.

I replied, “I don’t know, what else is over this way?”  I was suddenly thinking about having three weeks here and all I came up with was Stonehenge and possibly London.  I honestly felt that anything else I saw would be a bonus.  I wasn’t sure what time would allow for. I didn’t want to impose; they still have the day to day and children to tend to.

Maybe it wasn’t fair to leave it up to my hosts to figure out.  I’m wondering If they are upset, I didn’t come with any plans in mind.

We settle into the car, and started to head out of the parking area when they ask how I might feel about a visit to Glastonbury?  Excitement shot though me like fireworks!  Yes; yes that sounds great.  I’ve heard of it by way of three mystics, I know of, from England who happen to live in Glastonbury.  One has a YouTube channel and often does her podcast from key spiritual locations in the area.  How fun!

They’re excited that I’m excited and off we go!

As I settle into this new adventure I realize I mistook their quiet for being upset when that wasn’t the case, no one was upset about my lack of planning.  They only wanted to give me the same gift I had given them, which was to make sure my trip was everything I’d hoped it would be.  So far, my time with them was wonderful and I was feeling like a true adventurer in a faraway place.

We’re on the road when I think about the time and ask, “How long is the trip”  “A bit over an hour but it’s a beautiful ride through the countryside”.  I prefer a drive so I can experience the charm of this beautiful county.  I’m excited to see Glastonbury and already wondering what magic is waiting there for me.

We’d been driving for a while.  As I looked out the window deep in thought, I noticed the lush green fields seemed to roll on forever.  I was imagining faeries dancing around the trees in the field when I heard “do you have any interest in visiting the Tor”?  I pull my attention back and look straight ahead seeing what they were pointing to in the distance.  It looked to be a huge pillar in the on a hill. I asked “what is the Tor?  I’m not sure I have interest in seeing it”.  I didn’t feel a yes in my body at the thought of going there.

They explain it’s known as the Glastonbury Tor and it’s connected through mythology to King Arthur and Avalon. They explained that it’s said to be a highly spiritual site and even validated that the youtuber I knew of did some ascension energy updates from this location occasionally.

Interesting, still I felt nothing. 

I’ve always felt a connection to Avalon through Merlin but somehow seeing the Tor did not feel like something I needed to do at this time so I said I’d pass, and we could continue to Glastonbury.

They asked again if I was sure, I was.  I didn’t feel a pull there, but I felt it with the mention of Glastonbury.  Theres something there, I can feel it deep within.

After driving for a little over an hour through a winding country road which seemed to wind to sharply to the left, we were suddenly in what appeared to be a tiny town…  but wait, don’t blink, cough or sneeze, you will miss the town!

The street we wound up on was High Street, which appeared to be the main road or really only road in the town.   There was what looked like a town square with some kind of obelisk in the center, maybe a meeting point of sorts, like the town center.  As we drove by I could see a few sketchy looking characters hanging out with bicycles parked around it.  Later as we walked it, I saw the plaque on the pillar which said it was the Glastonbury Market Cross bringing High Street and Market Place together.

There were only two roads, the one we were on and another road, but then I saw the sign read “for pedestrians only”.  As I looked closer, I saw it was a cobblestone road that appeared to have a handful of restaurants near the square and possibly a bunch flats further down the cobblestone road.

Since we were arriving later in the day, we were able to find a parking spot on High Street which only allowed for two hours parking so we’d have to move the car or leave.  I found that interesting.  It was just like home; we have towns with metered parking.

We exited the car to the sidewalk. I was standing there taking in the street with the lights aglow from the stores against the beautiful, moody sky.  It looked like something out of a movie.

High Street didn’t appear to be wide enough for two cars to pass but somehow, just like every other street I’ve experienced since being here they seem to figure it out.

As I was looking at all the storefronts my hosts were dealing with the meter.  I noticed each building, though attached to each other had a different color and architecture from the next. It was such a beautiful street, I would love to have gotten there earlier to have more time to explore.

It appeared most of the stores were already closed except the one we parked in front of which I was now grinning at.  “Dicketts the Stationers & Co.” is what the sign said but as I looked in the front window all I saw was art supplies of every type.  I asked if we could step in for a minute, I knew we were all hungry, but I wanted to experience an art store while I was in England.  I could now check that off the list.

When I entered the store, I could feel the magic!  More “friends” that made me feel like home, art supplies of every kind.  The store had all kinds of paper, pens, cards, clever gadgets as well as some of my favorite Derwent pencils, Daler Rowney paint and so much more.  Then it hit me, these are British brands I buy back in the states, another familiar feel making me feel at home.

I intimately knew this store from deep within and thought this is where I would shop if I lived in this area.

There was really nothing I needed since I brought a few art supplies with me, so I didn’t buy anything.  I was feeling all about the experience I was having.  I would remember this.

It felt magical, I wanted more, so I left the store and was back on the sidewalk and for a moment I thought my eyes were tricking me.

There in front of me was an apothecary!!  Star Child Apothecary to be exact.  A big store that felt magical without even going in, in a tiny, charming town in historical Glastonbury.  It had an old-world vibe to it, and I was excited to explore it before it closed.

The minute I walked in the aroma was the first thing to hit me.  I realized it was a combination of the candles, smudge sticks, incense, essential oil and herbs collectively.  The scent was relaxing which was good because I needed to come back down to Earth and focus.

I felt dizzy with excitement, there was so much to explore in a short amount of time.

The store had old wooden floors and was very long and wide.  Everywhere I looked there were huge wooden shelves from the bottom to the top holding candles, books, incenses, tarot decks, oracle cards, essential oils, herbal teas, and assorted tools.

It was a beautiful shop decorated in a way that made me feel like a witch, magician or some magical creature might walk in any moment.  It had a Harry Potter vibe, and oh there it was again.

Magical and perfect!

As I turned back to the register area, we’re greeted by a woman who said to let her know if we needed help with anything.

I was lost in all the botanical goodness surrounding me.  There was so much to take in.  It felt impossible to know if I needed something from here.  This is the type of shop I usually want some kind of takeaway trinket from but there was nothing hitting me at the moment except the overwhelm of my senses at the sight of it all.  So much to explore so little time.

I was looking at the large jars of herbs on the counter behind the register.  My mind was drifting to thoughts of my younger self, wanting to cast a spell with an eye of newt, toe of frog and tongue of dog, which I learned much later in life that as mysterious as that sounded, these were just cleaver covert names for the plants being used in a spell or ritual.  It was a kind of code for witches only. How disappointing there was no jar of newt eyes or frog toes… I’ll opt not to take a tongue of dog though.

I liked it, it was a fun way to make the magic of plant medicine seem like more.  I love a little mystery with my magic.  I laughed at the though of adding an eye of newt (mustard seed) to my made-up potion, it always makes me giggle to hear my mom sigh in the background “oh Maria”.

It was then, suddenly in that moment, reflecting on spells and potions that I remembered my hosts mum having a touch of eczema on her finger that we tried to help her with through a loving conversation.  I was feeling it could be stress and possibly grief contributing to what she was experiencing.

Eczema can be tricky.  I’ve had a lot of experience working with herbs over the years, and somehow the fun of reflecting on spell casting in my younger years suddenly reminded me of an herbal oil I could make for it.

I spoke with my host who’s mum it was, she thought it was a good idea, so we approached the woman behind the counter to get an 25 grams of Lavendar, St. Johns Wort, Comfrey, and Calendula.  I couldn’t make a salve since I didn’t have proper equipment, but upon returning to the house, I could make an oil that could be rubbed on her finger daily to soothe the anger of the eczema.

Happy with our purchase for our witches’ brew, although there was no eye of newt or toe of frog, I felt content this would be a powerful ointment once we got it into the cauldron, sorry I mean pot, with some olive oil although that might not happen for a few days.

Wow the excitement is building in me, a magical potion awaits my crafting!

We leave the apothecary, bag in hand, this has been another magical moment and then I’m pulled back to the present by the gnawing of my stomach.

It’s not just me, all three of us are hungry and in need of food.  Google says the Queen of Cups is a good place to eat and it’s open until 11pm, with excellent reviews.  I hear the menu has hummus, falafel, potato batata, olives, pita bread and more, I’m in!

The directions show it’s on the cobblestone road near the Obelisk in the town square.  The sky is dark and cold but incredibly beautiful.   I’m thinking about how blessed I’m feeling for the amazing adventures we had today, but my thoughts are put on hold.  We’re navigating a darkened ally to the Queen of Cups.  It’s looking like something out of a movie, a darkened street, no lights, only the lights on the building to guide us.

The building is very old world with a charm that feels welcoming.  The sign out front is a simple hand painted sign with the name, nothing fancy.

We walk in and are warmly greeted by the hostess and shown to a table.  I notice we almost have the place to ourselves; there’s only two other people having food.  It’s got a nice chill vibe, very low key with light middle eastern music playing in the background.

We order tea as we read the menu, which looks amazing.  We all agree that we can’t make up our mind, laughing at wanting to try it all and agree to get a bunch of sharing plates so we can have a taste of everything.  The food does not disappoint.

I think about my favorite place to eat back home, the Pita House.  The owner is Turkish and the food is incredible.  I smile at the familiarity.

We share about our experience with the stones; they are more interested in mine since they’ve been there many times before.  Our conversation runs to the moon and back.

And just like that it’s time to go, the meter is expiring and we need to be back at the car.  We leave the Queen of Cups and the air is a little crisper, the walk feels good after our meal.

I look around.

We’re the only car left on the street.

We load up and buckle in; I find out we have a ninety-minute drive to our final destination for the day.

I settle into my seat, full and happy.

Road trip!

**Note** In transparency I did not take the picture you see here of Star Child Apothecary.  I realized once we got back to the car and tried but it was too dark at that point and came out as a very dark blur.  This picture is from their website and the photo credit goes to whomever took it, very thankfully.  The photo of the street looking towards the square was taken after we parked and exited the car.

Stonehenge!

And all I could think was, could this bus go any slower?

People were beside the bus on the walking path, along the road to the stones, so of course the driver had to creep along carefully.

I understood that.

I did.

Excitement was building.

And the feeling inside me was big; I felt like screaming “out of my way people, I need to meet the stones”!

I wanted to jump off the damn bus, run to the stones my arms open wide, and hug them!

I wasn’t sure what that meant or what it was about them that made me feel this way.

It was in that very moment I caught myself, realizing that would not happen, not now, probably not ever.

As I looked out the window of the bus I saw it, the obstacle in my way of fully meeting the stones.  A thick thigh-high rope surrounding them keeping me thirty to forty feet back, they looked small like one of those rune sets you buy on Amazon.

I spotted another deterrent, security standing at stations around the area.

I thought “Really?” Ha!

I’d have to settle for ogling them from a distance.

I immediately felt sad thinking I’m finally here, all this way across the pond, hours on a flight then by car only to find out I can’t touch them.

Upon talking to my hosts, it became clear that even if we scheduled a private group tour, which only happens in the early morning or late evening, taking guests out past the rope barrier, one would still not be able to touch the stones.  That was strictly enforced to protect their structural integrity.

Some of the excitement I held fell away, I was feeling a bit let down. I settled back into my seat wondering why I was here if I couldn’t touch them.

I imagined connecting with their energy, their ancient pulse deep within the Earth, holding the knowledge of everything they’d experienced over thousands of years.

But it was not meant to be.

There would be no hugging.

I’d felt robbed in that moment, but I was not going to sulk.  Instead, I needed to focus on this gift because, after all, I am standing here. With the stones.

Surely that must mean something?

I’m lost in my thoughts when suddenly the bus rolls to a stop.

We’re finally here!

We exit the bus a short distance away from the path to the stones and, oh geez, there’s people everywhere, also here to meet the stones. There are so many!

In my mind I’d never imagined I’d have to share this moment with anyone outside of my lovely hosts.

Silly me!

Stonehenge is a national treasure, of course there’d be people.

As we exit the bus the air is cold, the dampness relentless, bringing a chill to my bones and somehow setting the perfect backdrop for this adventure.  Purplish-silver clouds scattered against a beautiful clear blue sky, and although it’s cold with a strong wind at least it’s not raining.  I can bear the biting cold, of course I can, it’s for the sake of being one with these ancient stones I’d longed to see.

I looked around in awe.

The field they sit in is expansive; it makes the stones look small by comparison.  Everywhere I look there’s green, it’s green and lush.

As I gaze upon the stones and imagine them bursting through the ground to claim their position.  In this moment, It feels like they have secrets and stories only they can tell, but don’t yet share.

In each direction I look, there are no trees to block the view. The sky appears to swallow the horizon in every direction; It makes the stones look small. I feel small too.

I start to think about what these ancient stones might have been like, what might they have been used for centuries ago.

My mind seems to be off on an adventure all its own.

The beauty makes me forget how cold it is and I start to turn in a 360-degree circle to take in the view.

I’m caught in the moment. It’s amazing.

Except what is that noise in the distance?  There aren’t houses nearby, only a few trees far off in the very far distance.

I continue to turn; and spot it!  To my disappointment the noise is coming from the motorway running alongside this magical place. I can see the cars; both sides of traffic are flowing as if Stonehenge was just another field in the English countryside.

What is a motorway doing so close to the stones, I wonder?  It seems off.

We are not in Disney my head screams, this is an ancient site, sacred ground I’m exploring.  I want them to speak to me but in this moment, I’m only hearing noise.

These stones had been standing on this land thousands of years, the motorway had not.

I need to breathe and bring myself back to why I’m here.

The motorway gave me the feeling of being at an amusement park.  I was expecting grandeur for these amazing ancient stones, somewhat private with mystery abounding, there was none of that.

Here they sat in the middle of Salisbury Plains with a motorway and noise.  Quite frankly it felt rude to do this to them!

I stood still and closed my eyes for a second, taking a deep breath.  Ahhh.

That did it.  With my eyes closed I reset the scene, I recentered myself, remembering that the aesthetics is not the most important part.  The most important part was what am I feeling when I stand with them on this ancient land.

I’m back!

I open my eyes and look at the stones noticing how they are each uniquely individual. Different shapes, and sizes, where they sat in relation to each other, how they connected or didn’t.

Were they trying to tell a story I was trying too hard to read?

Relax I thought.

Simply be present with them.

Then suddenly I remembered something.

The sign in the info center stated researchers were studying Stonehenge’s possible connection to the moon and its lunar standstill cycle.

I looked back at the stones.

That was it!

I am the moon.

Of course I didn’t need to touch the stones.

I didn’t need buzzing in my body or tingling in my feet.

And I didn’t need some big mystical experience to prove that I had connected with them.

I simply knew and strangely that was enough.

I closed my eyes again and breathed in this newfound awareness.  It was my connection to the stones and the moon, and it was all coming together, suddenly I could see it in the structure of the stones.

In that moment I didn’t need to feel anything, I already had so much more.

A knowing.

Something within me shifted.

It felt exciting and peaceful at the same time.

I closed my eyes and took another breath.  When I opened them I smiled.

And just like that I was ready to leave.

I finally felt one with the stones!

It was simply a moment of knowing that they too, felt the moon.  She was part of them, and they were part of her.

The stones had the view of her I’d been searching for my whole life, laying back in a wide-open field, nothing in the way for as far as the eye could see.

This was my sacred spot now.

A place I will always think about on a full moon.  The one point on the Earth where my soul touches the moon, the stones and the untold ancient mysteries that fill my being.

This is what I came here for.

Standing there, I realized the moon is in her waning crescent phase – a time I had always associated with rest, surrender and the quiet pause before a new cycle begins.

I thought about the move waiting for me back home.

Another new cycle.

Of course.

I smiled.

Maybe I don’t need to know what’s next.

Maybe, for now, I only needed to receive what was already here.

I looked back at the stones.

I felt different.

Not because they had given me something.

But rather because I’d finally stopped asking them to.

The sun was starting to fall making the sky look more magical than it had earlier.

The stones looked different to me.

I smiled.

I’m ready to go.

Walking back to the bus, I stop to take a picture of a crow that flew in to sit on the fence post I was about to pass.

The crow was beautiful, black with deep purple accents throughout its feathers.

Crows seem to always appear at meaningful moments in my life.

Of course there would be a crow.

The bus pulled in to take us back to where the car is parked.

I took one more look at the stones before boarding the bus.

I’d arrived wanting to touch them.  Hug them. Feel something big enough to prove to myself the connection I’d imagined for so many years.

Instead, I stood thirty to forty feet away and received something much quieter.

A deep knowing.

Nothing needed to happen.

Nothing needed to be proven.

I smiled to myself and at the stones one last time.

Receiving.  There it was again.

And in this moment, it felt easier.

Scarcity is sneaky.  Didn’t I believe I was worthy of having and keeping a horse in my life?

Just as quickly as I entered that beautiful place in my mind where everything horses lived, that place was also showing me where healing was still needed.  I was deep in this new awareness when, suddenly through the magic of lost thoughts, we were back at the house and talk of what to eat for dinner was bringing me back to the present moment.  I’d leave that new awareness to be delt with at a more appropriate time and enjoy what was transpiring through everyone’s favorite topic… “food”!  I saw that this family is no different here in this land far far away.

Another sense of the familiar making me feel more at home.

The final decision was a food delivery service related to DoorDash, since the children wanted something different than we did. So, with the order placed we got ourselves a cuppa, which is tea, and sat back finding ourselves in conversation sharing deeper bits and pieces of ourselves.  They were asking me what I thought of England so far.  Was it the picture I had in my head before arriving?  I must admit that it was more!  I’ve always felt connected, at different times in my life England would show up through the job I held at National Westminster Bank or Barclays Bank or favorite books read.  There was always a strong connection which now seemed to deepen by the minute.  It was nice to have this time with them.  This is a version I would not get to see if we only connected through Zoom.

This was a glimpse into their life, and it was unfolding in all the ways life normally unfolded.  There were decisions to make, laundry to wash, dogs to feed, children to taxi to school and oh how the list can go on.  It’s not the type of things I thought about when I thought about these people I only knew through the lens of Zoom.  Zoom made them smaller than they were, I realize now it does that for everyone.  We come together to explore a problem, which needs us to step outside so we can find the solution.  During that time, it’s all about focus to get results for the purpose of healing, not idle chit chat about the newly formed rainbow in the sky or the way the stars look at night.

I don’t recall seeing the night sky and stars while on my trip.  The atmosphere is mostly overcast with rain more than not.  I still loved it, all of it touched my heart deeply.

It was time to retire for the night.  There was a chill in the air on this night, I was happy to be in my cozy room that felt like being in a luxury hotel.  For a minute I thought about asking them to adopt me, Ha!  Then I wouldn’t have to think about where to live.

No way Maria, I thought, stop that right now.

I am not thinking about the pending move.  Talk about escapism! Of course, I laughed because this is my brain.  It’s like two of us living in the same body.  One is the ego edging me on to my doom and the other my voice of reason talking me out of the hole I just spiraled down.  This is normal for me; I’ll have the thought and laugh at my ego at play.  I like to recognize these funny little moments so I can heal the fear that’s masked behind it.  Fear that it might not work out and I might not be ok when I get back home.

I gently reminded myself I was ok, everything was always working out for me and with that I suddenly remembered there would be a lovely treat to look forward to upon waking up, my new favorite cup of coffee that felt like I step into a coffee shop with a skilled barista knowing just how I like it.  Life was better than it had ever been right in this moment and that’s what I need to focus on.

The decisions, packing and stress can wait.  I’ll stay here in this moment feeling the feels of being fussed over.

I was becoming a good receiver!

The next morning, I woke up and saw the rain had finally cleared.  The decision was made, it was time to embark on our trip, Stonehenge was going to be our first destination. We packed, clothes, boots, trainers (sneakers), jumpers (sweaters), snacks and bags loaded into the “boot” (trunk), and off we went—my kindred soul family and I, coffee in hand, we were on our way!  I was feeling incredibly happy.  I love adventures, especially car rides through the beautiful countryside so I can take in the scenery.  It did not disappoint. Each moment of this adventure seemed to be taking me further away from the challenges waiting for me back home.  I was letting go so I could receive.

In that moment: I realized “this is where I belong”.

As we pulled away from the house it suddenly hit me that I was going to see Stonehenge!  I dreamt about a trip there my whole life.  It felt like all the magic I’d ever know or felt in any way would now, in the strongest way possible, rise to meet me.

My goodness… It’s getting real now!!

We headed out on to the motorway.  That makes so much more sense to me than highway does.  It’s one of those moments you realize the importance of words and how they can deepen the experience we have in life or make it more meaningless.

As we drove through the beautiful countryside, I imagined myself living there in all its magic. The streets were quaint and charming but extremely narrow in some areas—so narrow that if two cars were coming toward each other, one would need to pull over to allow the other to pass. My hosts told me this was a courtesy each driver followed; otherwise, there would be a high rate of accidents. Not only did I not see any accidents while I was there, but I also never heard any sirens. I found the culture quite fascinating, as everyone seemed to have a bit more respect for each other’s well-being, especially while driving. It seemed essential; otherwise, you’d be looking at an accident around every corner.

What surprised me most was the amount of open land, which usually had sheep grazing on it. This was the norm just about everywhere we went. The sheep made sense, since their climate calls for cozy wool jumpers due to the cooler temperatures.  I love a well-made sweater in the winter.  The sheep added to the coziness and charm of the country.  I can’t remember the last time I saw sheep in a pasture back home.  It was mostly cows and horses.

Our destination of Stonehenge was about two hours away.  As we drove, I noticed the landscape was becoming more rural.  Everywhere I looked all I could see was green grass and sheep grazing on it.  I was already feeling magical. I was looking forward to whatever I was going to experience on this trip.

Then without warning in the far distance, I saw something!  It looked like giant stones set on their end sticking up out of the ground.  Far away they still looked small, a circle of sorts, looking like I could roll a marble and knock them over.  Was this it?

Are we there yet?

My excitement was building.  It felt very surreal to be in the presence of these ancient stones on this ancient ground but before I could step out of the car and get my feels on, we had to park! Oh yeah, that!  In a huge lot we found a spot, locked up the car and made our way to the ticket booth.   While my hosts were arranging for tickets, I was looking around the little shop.  Cute little souvenir chachka’s all over and unlike my former self it didn’t interest me.  I was there to collect my experiences, energy exchange and whatever else the land wanted to offer me. My hosts insisted I receive a hemp tote bag with a picture of Stonehenge printed on it along with a beautiful book on the ruins.  It was very generous of them. I was all too happy to be a good receiver!

We stepped into the info center which tells you all about the stones and the history of the land plus other relics and artifacts that were native to that area.  There was so much interesting information to read through before visiting the stones.  I made my way around to each station; something stopped me.

The Moon.

I learned that I was visiting Stonehenge was during a rare astronomical event known as a major lunar standstill, something that occurs approximately every 18.6 years. Researchers were studying whether some of the stones may have connections to the Moon’s most extreme rising and setting positions at the time it formed.

Of all the years I could have come here, I was standing at Stonehenge during this lunar phase.

As a Cancerian who had spent much of my life paying attention to the rhythms of the new and full moons, I couldn’t help but smile.

Of course.

I had questions.

Lots of them.

But first, I needed to meet the stones.

Before that could happen, I had to make my way through customs, which was surprisingly easy. After a short walk, there they were! The moment I saw them, the last nine months played through my mind like a movie—everything we had done together, the uncertainty, the trust we had built, and all we had walked through along the way.  And now the moment we had waited for had arrived: we were standing face to face, sharing hugs, laughter, and tears of joy.

After retrieving my luggage, we made our way to the car. I felt excitement building for the incredible adventure that awaited me and my gracious hosts.  As I buckled in, I kept thinking how this was really happening.  I was finally in England, a place I had only dreamt about visiting.

Driving away from the airport, I was in awe. It was November, the day before Thanksgiving in the U.S., and as I looked out the window on the drive to their home, all I could see was lush green everywhere. Back home, everything was already turning brown and drab as the days rolled into winter. The stark contrast made me feel like the faeries were always at work in this magical land far, far away.

As we drove, we talked about the things they still needed to do to complete their day. Upon arriving at their house, I met my client’s teenage daughter who was attending a home-schooling program, her mum as well as two dogs and a cat.

We took my luggage to my room on the second floor. It was beautiful and welcoming; my clients had made some upgrades to make it even more comfortable than I could have imagined. When I first arrived on the second floor, I noticed stairs led to a third floor, where the master suite was located.

To my delight, before leaving me to unpack they opened a door at the back of my bedroom and to my surprise I had my own private bathroom, which was larger than my bedroom!  I had a shower and a free-standing tub unlike any I had ever seen before! It felt like living inside a storybook. When the house was designed, all the bedrooms had their own private bathrooms.

Their house was beautifully designed, and I was happy to have a beautiful space to relax in and unpack my suitcases.  It had been a long day, and I just wanted a minute to sit and decompress after the long flight and car ride to their home.

The room had a very large closet with two doors that had built in compartments for everything.  It was like one of those custom bedroom designer closets.  I loved it, the space made it so easy for me to lay out the clothes I had bought with me.

I finished unpacking and went to the window.  I was looking out into a beautifully manicured backyard with a gazebo.  It was so sweet looking it made me want to paint it.  As I was standing there, I started to realize how far away from home I was.  I had left everything behind, the packing, the money worries, the uncertainty, and the destination I couldn’t see.  It would all be there, waiting for me when I returned home.

That moment felt heavy, like a weight sitting on me.  I sat on the bed and began thinking of how I was losing precious time packing while I was here having the trip of a lifetime with all costs covered, it felt in some ways, like I had won a lottery.  But still there was this unresolved part of my life lingering overhead.

The feeling I was having was the despair I thought I left behind.  I knew I had to shift myself or I’d ruin the next three weeks with thoughts about what I should be doing right now.  I started to think deeply, was that really my truth?  Did I need to go into despair and down the victim rabbit hole having nothing resolved?  I know how this all works.  We’re always exactly where we are meant to be in every moment.

Being here at this time under the pressure I was feeling surrounding the move had great purpose too, didn’t it?  If I was my client asking for help in this situation that’s what I’d say, look for the gift in all of it even when you can’t see it.

Control had followed me all the way to England.

I needed to write, writing always helped me but I left my journal behind, so I pulled some drawing paper out of my book and started to write a gratitude list.  That’s one thing I can always count on to help me shift.

The first thing I wrote was how this trip found me; I hadn’t looked for it.  I wrote how I had needed to open to receiving.  If I could receive an amazing gift such as this, couldn’t I also receive the perfect outcome to my move?  Wouldn’t the breadcrumbs take me to the right place in that situation just as it had brought me here, to my dream trip with these generous and amazing people?  Couldn’t the new living situation be a replica with someone to welcome me that was just as generous and amazing?

I could feel myself shifting, it was working!   The heaviness was lifting. I was feeling better, happy and thankful for the goodness that had come my way.  I was choosing England fully, every experience and put my thoughts about trying to solve my housing situation on hold.  If I didn’t let go, I would miss this amazing adventure completely.  I made the choice to let go and stop dwelling despair of my move and choose England and fun!  I put my mock journal away and got myself together so I could go downstairs and join my hosts.  I was in a place of deep gratitude and looking at all the good in each moment.

Later that evening, we went to collect their son from school, which would be like high school here in the states. He looked very scholarly in his proper school uniform with the school’s crest on the blazer. He was waiting for us at his day house, a place where students can study, socialize, get counsel, or rest between classes. I realized this is how the Harry Potter stories are depicted since the writer is British. The students report to different houses—it’s a real thing in England. Now all of it made sense to me!  When I mentioned it to my hosts and their son, they didn’t think it was remarkable in any way, just another thing in their world while for me it was as if the magic of the books and movies had suddenly come to life.

When we arrived back at the house, we settled in to enjoy a bite to eat, a warming fire, and some good conversation. During our time together, we began discussing the places I wanted to experience while I was there.  The ones in my mind were places like Stonehenge Glastonbury and London.  They stated they would happily take me wherever I wanted to go but I really didn’t know where that was.  Being in England felt a little like coming home in a way and that was enough for me.

Since the rain was not cooperating, we needed to wait a day or two before embarking on our journey. It was during those first few days that I got to know my hosts on a deeply personal level. Each morning, I would wake up to a lovely cup of coffee their mum made for all of us. Some mornings we had porridge, and others we had sourdough bread, jam, cheeses, and an assortment of goodies for breakfast.

It always made me feel happy inside.  I felt like I could just stay in this world and live here in this beautiful land.  I was drinking English tea in… England, I had to sit with that for a moment.  It made me giggle.  So silly perhaps but so important to me in a way I can’t explain.  It felt like coming back to me and some moments felt sad when I thought why wasn’t I born in England?  I’d have an accent.

I must admit it made me stop a few times to consider if there was something else going on here.  Something much deeper at a soul level.

The next afternoon they asked if I wanted to take a ride to stable to watch their daughter ride her horse in the indoor arena. The pair were beautiful together! The barn was rustic and charming, having a very old English feel to it with horses in every stall. I would’ve been happy going there every day.  It brought me back to a time in my life when I was around the same age riding at a local stable, but it was never as picturesque as this.  The stable was nestled in a location that was a bit remote and required us to cross a narrow bridge before pulling onto the grounds to park.

The grounds were green and lush.  It looked as though it would be a perfect setting for any movie where there were horses ridden across a field. I wondered if the riders or even the barn owner appreciated the beauty or if they were so accustomed to it, it went unnoticed.  My hosts seemed to have an appreciation for the beauty as well as the horses which were all magnificent. I never imagined I’d be connecting with horses during my visit to England, yet here I was, surrounded by a stable full of them.

There I stood breathing in the familiar smells of horses that I’ve loved since I was a little girl. I’m thousands of miles from the life I left behind along with the move I put on hold, I was standing in a beautiful old English riding stable- something I had wanted to experience for as long as I could remember.

Here, right in this moment I felt my heart sing with joy.

It was magical, and I had found something familiar.

Horses.

Of course there were horses.

I found myself thinking back to the last time I had been asked to surrender and trust, it was 2018, it seems so long ago.  Things were very different.  I was married for eight years to someone I thought would be in my life forever, but that was not the case, and we filed an amicable divorce in 2013.  In a funny but not funny way the divorce papers got lost in the court system twice, so I was in a holding pattern still living there with no place to go.

After five years living in limbo our divorce had become final, but it was clear to me there was great purpose in our living together during that time, we healed what couldn’t be healed while married.  During the time we spent together we went through ups and downs, and now we could leave each other in a way that felt right.  I knew once the healing happened and the compassion and friendship restored the timeline to leap would come.  What I couldn’t know was that it wouldn’t happen in the way I thought it would unfold.

At the same time, I was healing the end of my marriage my friend was healing her heart. Her fiancé passed unexpectedly and a few weeks later found herself in need of a new place to live.  Her landlord told her he decided to sell the house, and she needed to find another place quickly.  Change was happening for both of us, her move immediate, mine had no pressure.

As she looked for houses and apartments, I slowly began receiving glimpses of a house coming in to play and thought it was going to be her house.  My insight showed me a house that looked like a ranch at the end of a court, surrounded by trees and the house number would add to 11.  When it first started to unfold, I was confused because I felt like these were my signs for a house I was supposed to live in, especially the sign that the number would add to 11.  This was the number my mom would use to get my attention from the other side.

I stepped back from thinking and started to allow, as I did, I was feeling this house connecting with me but still had no idea how, when or where so I waited, still looking for breadcrumbs.

One day my friend called and asked if I wanted to grab coffee and do a ride along on a house she found.  It had a high vaulted ceiling and a banana blade ceiling fan, this was the best part of the house, the rest not so much but, I was off that day so off we went, with coffee in hand to do a walk through.

On the way to look at that house, another friend called out of the blue and asked what I was doing.  I told her I was looking at a house with my other friend.  She asked, “are you moving in together?”  We both laughed at the question and said, “No just looking at a house for her”.   My friend on the phone proceeded to tell me she had a house that just opened, the tenant gave notice.  She said it was the same house she showed me the month before asking if I wanted to rent the basement apartment, I turned it down because it was a studio.  I remember telling her I thought the house was vacant, at the time she said no but the tenant just gave notice, and it would be available in a few weeks.  I this felt like this was the nod from the universe I’d been wanting, the crumbs were lining up!

We decided to see it after the first house which had been a bit of a disappointment except for the vaulted ceiling and fan.  So off we went to see the house we just found out about.  I received the address and smiled to myself.  It was in a court!  When we pulled up, I was surprised to see what looked like a ranch sitting at the back end of the court and to no surprise the house number added up to 11!

This was the house.  I knew it without going in.

As we walked through the front door the first thing my friend saw was the vaulted ceiling with a huge fan and was immediately sold on the house.   It seemed to have everything we both needed.  In a quick decision we both agreed this two bedroom one-bathroom split level was perfect, and we should share it to keep rent down. That was October 2018 and how the story started with us sharing a house together.  Follow the breadcrumbs, they know the way!

Having been a spiritual coach for 20 plus years I know how this works, I knew my only job was to allow for it to occur “effortlessly” without question or doubt.  I needed trust, and lots of it!  The deepest kind that fills me with excitement and an ever so small amount of fear.  My first reaction would be to control the outcome, trying to “figure” it out.  That action always takes me in the wrong direction.

That was control creeping in, something I’d mastered to feel safe in life.

Over this last year I’ve learned this is one of the things I need to work through on a soul level in this lifetime.  When I’m afraid and feel something might go wrong, my first instinct is to jump in to save the day by controlling the situation, usually at my expense.

Eventually, I realized this was tied to something much deeper: self-worth

Whenever I didn’t feel like life was able to fully support me, I worked hard to make sure it did.

Looking back, I can recognize the patterns I was still learning to understand. Living with my friend changed me because it forced me to see parts of myself, I hadn’t been willing—or perhaps ready—to see before.

Looking back at 2018, I can see why managing the outcome felt comfortable. I knew where I was heading, what to expect, and how I needed to handle the journey.

Almost eight years later, that wasn’t the case.

I was being asked to allow what was unfolding without interfering with it. It didn’t need my management; it needed my alignment.

That meant being agreeable before I could see the higher outcome or any outcome for that matter!  So, I did the only thing I could, I surrendered and let go.  I was once again following the breadcrumbs but unlike my past intuitive insight hit on the house, this time I wasn’t trying to get ahead of whatever was unfolding.

So, while my friend was busy wrapping up her business in NY and looking for a house to rent for her and her daughter in Florida, I was making myself frantic preparing for a last-minute trip to the UK for a three-week stay to meet a couple I had only known through our Zoom sessions together the past nine months.  I’d done a session or two with the husband, who found me through my YouTube channel.  He was a holistic coach working in a similar capacity to me.  We immediately clicked in our sessions.

It was almost a year later that he reached out, knowing my own journey with cancer and the work I do because of it, to see if I could be the support needed to get his wife through her treatments for the life changing diagnosis she received of cancer January 2024.

For nine months, we met every week as she navigated treatment. I also held space for both between sessions when something came up and they needed additional support.

In September 2024, her latest test results showed complete metabolic remission.

They wanted to give me something in return as a way of expressing their gratitude for the support and connection we’d shared during those nine months.

They asked If they could fly me to their home in a beautiful location in England where I would stay with them for three weeks.

I felt a bit stressed at the idea of going since I hadn’t found a new place to live and would lose those three weeks’ time being away reducing my packing time considerably.

At first I thanked them for their generous offer but declined.

They insisted I needed to receive.

That word stopped me.  I felt choaked up at the thought of someone wanting to give me such and incredible gift as this.

Receiving sounded so simple, but I was beginning to understand how much easier it had always been for me to give.

We discussed it again and I finally said yes, realizing receiving this gift was another level of healing for me that I couldn’t anticipate.  I hadn’t had a trip anywhere in a long time and began to realize I truly deserved a magical getaway to this far away land I’d always longed to see and explore!

I’ve always had a heart connection with the UK.  I love the magic, beauty and architecture.  If an opportunity presented, I could live there, I knew it on a soul level so with excitement and a sense of adventure in my heart I packed my bags and left the Wednesday before Thanksgiving.

I found my seat in Business Class on British Airways—also included as part of this incredible gift—and found myself thinking about the Astro-cartography reading I’d had before leaving.

There it was again. My need to be prepared disguised as being practical. Apparently, I needed to know where I should live, just in case England stole my heart and I decided to move there!

Omg, I am so funny.

The woman reading my chart told me England was in my heart chakra zone, a place where love and relationships could blossom.

And then she said something I wasn’t expecting…

“There’s one place I don’t think you should EVER move to because it’s on your Pluto line…”

Florida.

Of course it was Florida!

I settled into my seat, headed toward my heart country and the adventure waiting for me there, completely unaware that life had another plan.

So here I am in sunny Florida!  I still can’t believe I’ve lived here for 17 months already.  My argument was always “the heat” but now that I live here, on the Gulf Coast, my argument could also include snakes, Palmetto bugs (a fancy name for huge flying roaches, and no I don’t have them in my house), scorpions (yes those have been in the house, I’ve had one in the bathroom and one in the kitchen sink) lizards of all shapes and sizes, an armadillo (he’s my exterminator for ticks and fleas and anything else), snails that when they are actively moving, antenna out, they make me feel like I’m in a Dr. Doolittle movie, my crow army who loves the occasional peanuts I throw out for them and well I could go on and on but you get the idea.

A few weeks back a fancy white peacock or peahen, I didn’t get that close, flew in for a brief encounter as a nod that a resurrection of sorts was happening.  I feel like it was a direct manifestation after my client Liz, sent me photos of a recent trip abroad that included a spectacular white peafowl.  I’d only experienced the blue colorful ones, never a white one and thought about it for a few days thinking I might paint it.  Then one afternoon a week or two later, the two male peacocks are screaming very load, they are loud to begin with.  I decided to go see what all the commotion was about.  When I stepped outside, I hear a new call that was more guttural and deeper than what I was used to hearing from the peacocks.  I stepped out far enough into the yard and there it was, a beautiful regal looking white peafowl sitting on the mound of dirt we use to refill the coops after a hard rain.  The Universe had responded to my desire to experience one in person.  I’ve never seen one around here in all the time I’ve been here, come to think of it I’ve never seen any peafowl, not the blue ones either.  It was clear something magical and other worldly was taking place.  I needed to be extra present to see what the true message was here so I could flow in alignment and continue to be in a place of receiving.

Themes surrounding self-confidence, rebirth, renewal and Divine connection were bringing me into higher states of consciousness and at the same time life was slowing me down.  I wasn’t rushing to something I thought I needed to do or going to stores to self sooth my dysregulated nervous system, I was becoming more present than ever.  I noticed it in my client, Joe, as well, each time he’d return home there was a new light shining in him.  This new house-sitting situation was shifting us at the core.  Him in the act of giving and me through receiving.  He was stepping into a new reality, one he could only dream of, and I was doing to the same, slowly unwinding giving myself space to breathe.

So here I am, on my own in a new environment with my cat Bella, four chickens, five quail and two peacocks and a peahen in my care.  It’s become my understanding that Bella hates Florida more than I did but after these last few months, she’s slowly finding the same peace within that I’m finding.  I was also a caring for my clients 90lb 13 yr old chocolate lab named Lasagna.  Even as he aged it’s clear he didn’t realize how old he was.  He had high level puppy energy, and I can say for a fact his dad, my client and friend Joe, never let him think he was anything but a big puppy.  Unfortunately, as I write this, we had to say goodbye to him a few weeks back as he transitioned over the rainbow bridge.  As sad as it is the timing was synchronistic as my client is now stepping into a new life that has him on a continuous high-level path of self-exploration and achievement.  His work has him focused on a new direction with new life goals.  Suddenly he has the life he’s always dreamt of even if it means no longer having more freedom working for himself.  Even in his grief he sees how the path they walked together for almost 14 years had shifted and gently asked for change.

I often reflect and ask myself, “how did I get here”?  The path was so clear, and simple, I felt it in every fiber of my being even as my brain was screaming “No not Florida!”  There was no figuring it out or trying to make it work.  That’s the fate and destiny part.  I grew up on Long Island, born and raised.  I never imagined myself leaving.  Even as I went through my last divorce, I clung to the idea of staying in the only place that felt like home.

Just before Florida called I was living in Stony Brook, Long Island with my friend who I shared a house with since October 2018 when we spontaneously moved in together after her fiancé suddenly passed and my divorce became final.  It was a slightly challenging friendship; we were like night and day.  We made it work not asking too much of each other and knew the boundaries.  In 2023 we moved to Stony Brook and for me it felt like this was the last place we would live together.  I was feeling a change I couldn’t see clearly and at the time, I didn’t realize life wasn’t simply changing my address, it was quietly asking me to become someone I hadn’t met yet.  The friendship had stabilized both of us as it was meant to.  I could feel a new adventure waiting for me to say yes!

In February 2024 her daughter’s living situation shifted and through a conversation we had I asked her “if you could live anywhere where would that be?”  She said Florida and I said you’re free so go and start living your best life…she did, however her and her mom missed each other and yet again the Universe had other plans.  I was not going to Florida because I was on a mission to get on a five-acre homestead somewhere (again not Florida!) and grow herbs for the herbal business my friend and I had just started together.  We talked about the homestead and setting ourselves up for an herb farm making herbal remedies (my part of the business) and hair care products (her part of the business).  The more we talked about it the more we disagreed on where to live.  She didn’t like the idea of Florida but it’s where her daughter was and I, in my mind, was headed to the mountains somewhere but I could see the writing on the wall, we were not getting a five-acre homestead together, or land to grow herbs nor would we continue our friendship.  It was clear as day, that timeline was quickly coming to an end.  It had served its purpose beautifully.  Now there was a new adventure calling and I needed to be ok with wherever life was taking me.

Next week I’ll share how an incredible opportunity, a willingness to trust my intuition, and a few surprising turns brought me an unexpected detour.  Along the way I’ll share some of the mindset shifts that helped me recognize—and step into—a life I never would have imagined for myself…

Next week I’ll share how an invitation to journey across the ocean unexpectedly became the first step toward the life I never imagined I’d be living.

It amazes me that I had no awareness of what was happening within me.  This was the direct response to the crisis I was in but blind to.  I was going though my second divorce and it felt like my world was falling apart because I was not aware enough to see I was falling into place.  This happened  throughout a lifetime of self-defeating thoughts, driven by extreme emotional turmoil about who I was.

I had no self-esteem, I thought I did but I was fooling myself. I can very clearly see now what I was in denial about back then. I was married for the first time in 1986 and a few short years later went through a painful divorce in 1990 after finding out my husband was having an affair. I was only 30 and felt like a failure. I really didn’t have any support in my family dynamic growing. up and never learned how to love myself properly.  I’ll go into this at some point in future blogs.

After that marriage ended, I did what many other people do and jumped back into the dating pool not giving myself proper time to heal.  I needed to find another relationship in order to save my pride and declare my self-worth.  Which is exactly what happened and after a few short months of dating In 1991 I moved in with him, which seemed to make sense since my parents and brother were leaving Long Island headed for North Carolina.

I didn’t want to leave my great paying corporate job or my boyfriend and right on que we got married in August of 1995.  It was my second big wedding, his first.  We lived in a two bedroom apartment and everything was fine until we were away on vacation with his family in Germany  when his father passed suddenly.  This was extremely traumatic for my husband since it happened just outside the entrance into the plane.  A few years later our relationship started to decline and we filed for a separation, eventually leading to a divorce at the end of 1999.

In March of 2000 I moved into my own apartment, giving him the house we bought together.  Of course I met someone just prior to moving out and was having issues with spotting in between my period.  I went to the gynecologist but she didn’t seen concerned so I wasn’t concerned until it became heavier and more frequent.  I was only in my new apartment three or four weeks when suddenly in the middle of a sound sleep when a very loud booming male voice yelled at me “YOU HAVE CANCER, GO TO THE DOCTOR!!!” This is where my story begins…

I’ve always been connected on a very deep level.  I can remember laying in bed at night talking to angels and guides around the age of 4-years old, only at that age I didn’t fully understand what I was doing. Sometimes the feelings were overwhelming and I’d get scared. I looked for guidance, but my psychic ability wasn’t looked upon favorably by my mom, so it wasn’t until 2000 when I had my first challenge with cancer that I recognized things needed to shift in my life.  And shift they did!

A New Path Begins

Having cancer really helped me bring my awareness back online. Major life altering events are always the catalyst for bringing us back in touch with our spiritual nature. I was always spiritual, the cancer catapulted me onto a whole new path looking for answers as to why cancer happened to me, what did I need to do to get rid of it and how could I make sure it never came back. There was no looking back.

After a minor procedure to removed the tips of my cervix my oncologist wasn’t sure he could give me an all clear which felt frustrating.  I remember putting that in the back of my mind, I didn’t want to focus of not getting better.  I returned to my gynecologist for a check up after a few weeks and asked her what I needed to do to make sure I stayed free of cancer and she responded with “I don’t really know”.  I was dumbstruck at that response and decided I was going to do whatever it took to make sure I didn’t get cancer again.

I went on Weight Watchers, lost 96 pounds, started working out and felt really good about how healthy my body was becoming but that wasn’t enough.  After the second run in with cancer in 2004 I started to look for answers why a healthy body, healthy diet and healthy lifestyle wasn’t enough.  As I went through this second treatment of cryogenics, freezing the cells off, I met someone through a friend.  We dated a while and at the end of 2025 I got married again…third time’s a charm, right?? Not really, maybe in theory but it did give me exactly what I needed as well as what he needed although I didn’t really see it at the time. This is where it got really interesting.

Cancer Becomes My Saving Grace

I maintained working out and healthy eating but had a minor injury to my left glute on a stair machine.  I decided I needed to seek out a chiropractor to help with whatever what misaligned.  During my search I found a Chiropractor who was on the cutting edge of healing through his forward thinking. He was into Functional Medicine, meditation, reiki and so much more.  I saw him a few times and during our conversations he realized the amount of knowledge I had already gained through the process of discovery and suggested I enroll in the Institute for Integrative Nutrition to help give me a better understanding of nutrition and Mind/Body/Soul wellness. I

I enrolled in 2006, IIN provided a wealth of information on nutrition ranging from raw food diets to macrobiotic diets but they also brought in so many wonderful modalities such as Ayurveda, Meditation, Kundalini Yoga as well as many other healing modalities through some very amazing leading-edge speakers like Debbie Ford, John Douliard, Dr. Esselstyn, and many others every week in person to assist in our journey.

It was the best time of my life, I was in class with about 800 other like-minded people and we shared our insight, our stories and a meal in the first Whole Foods I’d ever visited which was right downstairs from our class located in Columbus Circle NYC. I was loving life and in doing so I activated my joy which activated my intuitive abilities…who knew it would be that simple?

I started seeing Auras again as my third eye was opening again! Life was getting more interesting, and the cancer was in remission. Woo-hoo! I continued working on me and took a Reiki 1 & 2 class while attending the IIN program. As the program was coming to an end the chiropractor asked me to become part of his center so he could offer nutrition and Reiki.  I rented a tiny room in his office so I could see clients while still working at my very stressful corporate job.  I pushed myself to stay focused on my wellness and soon word was going around at work that I had healed cancer and just like Lucy in the Peanuts cartoon people were stopping by my office to ask me health related questions. I realized I was on to something! So many people were sick like I had been and needed help figuring their life out.

My Big Ah-Ha

As I listened to peoples stories I started to dig deeper and finally connect the dots…emotions and thoughts are the culprits, that’s what makes us sick. I can remember the feeling I had in that moment realizing I never needed to be sick again!

As my awareness built I was suddenly having a strong calling to be a healer as if a switch had been flipped within me.  It sounded so far fetched, I wasn’t even sure what that meant at the time but it was enough to push me to leave my very well-paying corporate job May 2008 in the beginning of the recession to begin a new career in my own healing practice. Side note, my husband was not happy, and that was ok because I was for the first time ever! I had the calling and needed to follow it.

My mom was visiting the summer of 2008 and mentioned we should start looking for an office for me to work out of.  I wanted to leave the chiropractor, it was too busy and the noise made it hard to do reiki.  I wanted quiet, and a beautiful healing space presented five minutes from my home in the village of Bellport.  I knew it was the space because the office number was 11.  I had written a gratitude journal for months, each entry telling the Universe what I wanted in my new space…

1-Plenty of parking, 2- First floor entry for easy access, 3- My personal office and a large room for events 4- a kind landlord (he was) 5- a kitchenette so I could offer water, or tea.  6- a space for me to sell crystals and herbal medicine (I would soon start practicing herbal medicine in 2009 with Susun Weed, that was the beginning) 7- A beautiful waiting room (a client of mine loved it so much she donated a beautiful wooden church pew she had in her house as the bench in the seating ares… imagine that! I didn’t see it as a church item I saw it as an offering of the divine.)

All of my manifestations happened, without more than the effort of putting the pen to the paper.

In 2012 I had a real a-ha moment as I opened more, my intuitive ability was increasing. I continued to explore different avenues and philosophies, opening and engaging in my psychic ability all the way. My Reiki teacher had put a deck of Rider Waite Tarot cards in my hand and I found myself exploring those. The more I explored the faster I was opening and enjoying my life, even through some of the hardships like losing my mom during my divorce in June 2013.  That’s a story for another time.

The pain was there but the work kept me grounded and strong, pushing me to continue to explore all that was in front of me. I’m grateful for all those experiences!  I know my mom wanted me to keep going, to do what she didn’t allow herself to do because of fear.  There’s always one very awakened soul in a family.  My mom was the one in hers and I was the one in mine.

The last few years I’ve had many mentors from all over the US who helped me make sense of what I was connecting to and receiving from my guides. I always allowed my guides to point me in the direction of who the best person for me was in that moment. I now take all the information, modalities, and sacred tools and apply them to my sessions in both a healing capacity as well as through spiritual guidance although I don’t do reiki as a hands on modality anymore because my work now requires I tune in at a soul level for support and guidance.  Everything, unless through special request, is done online through Zoom.

I’m still learning, growing and evolving. We should never stop because it’s a pathway, one step leads to a new awareness and the next step to another new awareness and so on. We are here for the purpose of our soul’s evolution; it’s an excavation through our human experience to come to fully embrace our authenticity. In standing fully in our authenticity, we find our truth which when harnessed and be embodied which then unlocks the magic that life has to offer and sets our soul on fire…there is no better feeling than knowing yourself at the deepest level.

Work with me, I will help you Return to Yourself…

Back in 2012 I had no idea these anomalies were causing my migraine like headaches. I was aware we had just stepped up our Ascension game with the 121212 / 122112 gateways but didn’t fully understand how everything worked so I could put it together for a better “in body” experience. It’s my desire for you to understand it so you can maximize your experience through your awareness of / to these space weather conditions.

I remember calling my friend Jill, who lives in Minnesota, back in 2015 talking about CMEs and how they were creating our headaches. Neither of us suffered from headaches before. Jill was the only person I knew back then that was where I was in the work. She was an incredible galactic channel whose higher self was known as G.R.A.C.E which stands for Galactic Realization Assignment for Civilizations Evolution.

I had also received several higher selves the two most prominent being Aluna, my 5D faerie self and F.A.I.T.H which is an acronym for Frequency Activator Intermediary Transcending Humanity, which was my 9D galactic self from Nibiru who carries the frequency of Rose Quartz (350 hz) which immediately allows others to elevate and harmonize their heart center. I was actually tested for this. When F.A.I.T.H came through to me I was undergoing a massive upgrade (in bed barely conscious for 4 days in 2019) through which there was a celebration on Nibiru for my awakening and I was gifted a string of Rose Quartz around my neck with the words “never forget who you are”. I’ve worked hard to embody that soul essence over the years.

I’m sharing my story again for you to see how these energies can assist in our awakening evolution. We can make them bad focusing only on how much pain or discomfort we feel OR we can use them to open ourselves to our souls truth and live a fully abundant life serving our soul as opposed to our human condition.

EVERYTHING is here to support our souls journey, it’s simply a matter of how we see it. The choice is always ours!

Light codes enter through the occipital area at the back of the head (Mouth of God) and travel along the Vegus Nerve which connects to our brain and travels down through our neck moving all the way down into our abdomen. The Vegus Nerve is a conduit for moving light frequencies through our body supporting our light body upgrades which can, at times, feel painful.

It’s the largest organ in the autonomic nervous system serving to regulate our body’s natural functions like breathing, our heart beat and more. It’s called the “soul” nerve connecting our entire nervous system.

One of its main functions is receiving fight or flight messages to keep us safe which means our body is responding to the signal of the Vegus Nerve every moment.

When solar flares hit the intensity of light from the flare entering our body could trigger the Vegus Nerve sending us into fight or flight mode. This is why we often have neck, shoulder and head aches. We’re also experiencing all new issues in our spine, presenting in back aches or stiffness.

The degree of resistance we are in with regard to life and “what is” results in the level of pain we carry. Resistance = pain

The last flare was the largest yet, X8.8!! This could’ve felt so much worse than it did. This flare was 15 times wider than the Earth but because it was pointing slightly away from Earth we didn’t feel it quite as intensely.

I do not see this slowing down. These flares have been ascending with us becoming consistently larger. I am directly evolved and connected through the lineage of our Sun. We can expect more support from our Sun as it ascends into a Star as Gaia assumes responsibility for becoming her own Sun. We are in amazing times!

Moral of the story: find ways to let go of resistance. We must accept that we can’t change the outer reality, it doesn’t exist (technically). We can only shift our thoughts about it, our present reality and state of being. Having a deeper of understanding for “what is” can support our journey. Listen to your body, it will show you the way! I love U❤️

No filter, no special effects just a conversation with the Sun in expressing my gratitude and appreciation in being able to commune together today in this moment.

As I was transmitting these heartfelt feelings telepathically I saw Solaris expanding and contracting, like a dance and took this picture. In that moment it felt like a hug as our beloved sun transformed his / her self into this expression for a photo op moment.

So many pictures of the Sun are revealing it’s transformation into a Star which has been taking place for many years. Once Gaia expressed her readiness to evolve and began her ascension (2012) the Sun was able to begin its ascension. Gaia is becoming her own sun in a sense which frees Solaris to expand into its next highest state.

Humanity are not the only beings ascending consciousness, the galaxy is evolving with us. All beings, planets, animals, plants etc are evolving. You may be feeling these shifts. Being present will help clarify what’s taking place in our reality.

Everything reflects our inner being. It’ll show us where our work is or how far we’ve come. Staying present helps us tune in to what’s showing up for us so we can stay on track with our own trajectory for our ascension. We fill our own cup so much that it’s overflowing. Anything coming from outside of ourselves is an added bonus to the joy we already feel otherwise we don’t entertain it. We see it, observe it and let it be understanding it’s needed by someone else as everything serves a purpose, maybe not our purpose in that moment

We are connected to everything. In these higher frequencies everything is happening at accelerated speeds. We must be present for all of our creations. We can avoid mis-creation by paying attention to our thoughts, words, actions and emotions.

Creator codes are high. If you feel angry, frustrated, sad etc grab a colored pencil / pen and start drawing. It doesn’t matter what you draw it’s about the energy exchange of the drawing / creation process that can shift us into higher level creator codes in order to shift the emotional / mental bodies. Keep drawing until you feel yourself let go. I love you ❤️