A full year later…. Posting from a new Life Perspective

I keep getting indications that writing a book is on my life path…. I accept that, however, knowing just what to write about is the next step. The only thing I can think of is to write about what life has been like for me over the past 7 years. Things I never expected to happen on every front of living, have happened. It’s a strange/interesting path of heart crash and burn on what feels to me like a massive scale. Phoenix Rising. I think I’m standing somewhere on the upper half of the mountain that I’ve been metaphorically climbing. Groping through the inner fog, the rain, the sleet, the snow, the scorching sun, major winds that nearly blew me off the mountain…. I must be somewhere above the treeline by now. Today, feeling a sense of calmness, the silence is deafening here. Even the air around me feels smooth. These are things that I haven’t felt or sensed, ever in this lifetime. Spirit has been guiding me all the way. Maybe it would be interesting to others? Maybe there are things to share that allow for connection and to say “whatever you’re feeling, experiencing, raging with, you’re not alone. You have others on that same path right next to you doing the same damn thing, growing, changing, getting closer to an open road.”

Lately I’ve been turning to the Earth and First Nation essence of living to commune with. This last weekend I heard far too late about an event to herald in The Black Hills Initiative in South Dakota. A return of the land back to the original keepers. Musicians (native and non-native), Elders, and Leaders young and old alike, came together to celebrate together this changing time of Going Home. I so very much longed to be there. So, since the means were not available, I chose to hold the same Spirit and Celebration here where I am. I went to the Salish Sea at my particular spot near Semiahmoo in Blaine Washington. I met with the Ocean. I danced, played my drum, ankle bells, flute, sang, and made offerings of Solidarity and Love to the Spirit of the Earth, Sea and Sky. At some point, these solitary treks will be made with others. For now, I go on my own.

Building up my Spirit Bird Intuitive Arts healing business, I’m finding my healing henna tattoos are well received and finding their place in my skill set. The henna came in to my mind this past winter. I realized that I was receiving images in my mind’s eye. I was drawing them in my journal and a few made it into pastel forms on paper. But then I was feeling the need to put it on my arms, feet, body. I discovered that the images created themselves. My intuition saw step-by-step what to draw. Afterward, I was able to read them and found that what was drawn, had energetic presence. I felt different. I noticed that the days and weeks that followed were in-keeping with the image stained on my skin. I was healing physically and my heart was healing emotionally, consciously. I brought this to two fairs I participated in as a healer this summer. Some very powerful images came through for people brave enough to sit with me.

Toward the end of the summer, I happened to break a bone in my foot. (I was jubilantly dancing!) A few days later, I applied a tattoo over the break. The next morning my foot was without pain. I have also been working on my foot from the moment of the break, energetically supporting the bone to heal. I’ve been without a boot, without medications or crutches the whole time. I did try wearing the boot and crutches, but they only became hazards, so I wore sturdy shoes instead to get around. Then barefoot. The break was 4 weeks ago and the foot is nearly done with healing. Maybe I was given this break to prove to myself that the power of healing flowing through me is real. Sometimes I need proof. The tattoo in this post is one of the most recent ones, having to do with my own energetic evolution, and the solid support of Spirit, evidence showing up in a variety of ways in my daily life. ….and writing. hence this post and those to follow. I guess it’s not enough to post tweets and comments on facebook… (Spirit Bird Intuitive Arts and Erika Rado on Facebook, and @ErikaRado on Twitter.)

I’m gearing up to start teaching creative projects to kids in town. We’re working on the art of Australia, and I’m including music and rhythm for us to explore with homemade instruments. A new year, on my own, doing things I never thought I would do. Feeling calm and supported by Spirit. Rising up!

Blessings to you, wherever you are on your path. Keep it real and let it be.

Feather Snake Moon for web

Intuitive Reading in Anacortes, Washington October 12, 2013

Come to the Fall Fun Fair in Anacortes, Washington at the Anacortes Senior Center, 1701 22nd St, Anacortes, WA 98221 on October 12th, 2013, where I will be doing intuitive readings. The fair is a great place to find alternative healers and makers of a range of beautiful healing crafts for gifts. Check out this page regularly for updates and reading events. Also, check out the website of Olson Walder Events at: http://www.olsonwalderevents.com/ for their news.

See you there!

Kombucha Thoughts


Kombucha (fermented tea) inspires me. In my family, we never get tired of drinking it. It’s the “go-to” drink when we are thirsty after playing outside or when we need a little pick-me-up between meals, or during a light meal. I have found that it settles my stomach when I’ve eaten one of my wayward culinary experiments! Happily though, those wayward experiments don’t happen too often. One member of my family says that it feels like it is a good pH balancer for his body, neither acidic nor alkaline. Here is what I found on wikipedia as to the history of kombucha: 


Kombucha originated in Northeast China or Manchuria and later spread to Russia and from there to the rest of the world.[9] In Russian, the kombucha culture is called chainyj grib чайный гриб (lit. “tea fungus/mushroom”), and the fermented drink is called kombútja комбутя, grib (“fungus; mushroom”), or chainyj kvas чайный квас (“tea kvass“).

It was brought to Russia sometime before 1910 and spread from there to Germany and Europe.[10]

Some promotional kombucha sources suggest the history of this tea-based beverage originated in ancient China or Japan, though no written records support these assumptions (see history of tea in China and history of tea in Japan). One author reported kombucha, supposedly known as the “Godly Tsche [i.e., tea]” during the Chinese Qin Dynasty (221-206 BCE), was “a beverage with magical powers enabling people to live forever”.[11] “

Read more on the link above, from wikipedia. The page needs a little help, but it’s a start for the curious person. There are many sites that talk about it as well. So do your digging as you feel inspired! I’m going to add my .02¢ by talking about how I make it and what I think of it. I’ve had several variations since starting my first batch early this year. Many of them have been good ones. The fun thing about it is that you can vary the tastes, from batch to batch. And, I find it a nice “rhythm” of semi-delayed gratification since each batch takes about 14 days to mature to the preferred drinkable state we like at our house. We haven’t had any alcoholic content in ours. When I do “pull” a batch that has rested for more than 20 days, it tastes more like vinegar and is thicker, rather than the ratio of sweet:not-sweet that we prefer.