Dad Shared the Sky. Mom Shared the Earth.

The past 7 years have taught me to expect change, and to expect it often. It wasn’t my personal agenda, but my whole life has started over at least four times in those years. Finding solace through all that change has been vital. Where to find it? Nature. Go to it at every opportunity. The ocean is the place I choose, sometimes the woods where a beautiful waterfall runs. Since my last post, I moved closer to the ocean. I feel more at peace with access to it essentially right outside my front door. What a blessing. When I’m in nature, I carry the young memories of walking outdoors with my parents.

A recent post on Facebook by Wayne Dyer, which included a beautiful poem by Mary Oliver, really struck home for me:

“Follow your children.

Together you will

learn to pay attention:

how to kneel down

in the grass;

how to be idle

and blessed;

how to stroll

through the field;

how to lead a wild

and precious life.” ~ Mary Oliver (This is written as it was on Facebook)

This poem reminds me of the times my dad would carry me outside in his arms after dinner, to walk in our big yard and look for the moon through the trees. I was about 2 years old. He would walk where I pointed and we would find the moon together. And, the memories of day walks in nature with my mom.  She and I would collect interesting rocks, and beautiful field flowers; the field grasses towering over my head. Occasionally we would stop to listen to the water flowing in the stream near our house. These were the best days of my childhood, like medicine to my young heart. I needed that peace and companionship as a very sensitive, aware-without-words (intuitive) little person.

Mom will be 90 next February. She is such an important woman in my life. She’s helped me get through some deeply tough times. The spirit of my father visits me often since 2003, guiding me, comforting me, encouraging me. Over fourty-five years later, I walk in nature to soothe my soul through all the changes. I feel blessed and I feel grateful.

In surfing through all the changes, I realized that in this life, I’m called to witness people’s inner aliveness and connection to Self; and when needed, to support that connection in Spirit Bird healing sessions, intuitive readings, and through insight drawings. We can work together and be the change!

Rise Up and feel blessed! The path is gently lit.

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Perseverance is Easy Because The Candle Won’t Ever Go Out. Spreading The News.

Perseverance: Can you imagine someone standing in the path between you and someone you love (and who loves you), forbidding contact? It is excruciating to think about. Unfathomable. It takes a “special” mindset or blind spot in consciousness to take such a stand that is unwarranted. Maybe a highly developed skill in self-brainwashing to justify or rationalize saying no to love and nurturing for selfish reasons. Especially when it comes to children and pets who can’t understand why someone they love doesn’t come around anymore, or can’t speak up for themselves and demand their right to see their loved one. I wonder how prevalent this is around the world. What would make someone deliberately stand in the way? All it takes is the fear-based passive aggressive act of not communicating. Amazingly, as if it were a secret magic wand, what this behavior does is make the love and determination grow deeper and stronger. If you are experiencing this in your life or know someone who is, don’t think for one moment that those who love each other who are “cut off” from communicating or seeing each other, have forgotten. Their energy is pouring out telepathically (knowingly or not), flooding the other with energy of connection, love, memories, and clear intentions to connect in person someday. The light is strong there and the connection continues to develop. Persevere. Always remember.

Today is technically a “Pooh Day” in Bellingham, Washington. 100% blustery. And though this day, for me, was filled with truly fun adventures including dozens of children and djembe playing (not at the same time this particular day), there was a good percentage of me that was still energetically tucked in my blankets fast asleep…

A lot was achieved today. New percussive rhythms, new contacts for beautiful work, communing with my beloved Ocean. And, now I get to write here, tucked in, only a window between me and the storm outside. Bliss. Cold wind howls, flinging leaves and rain chaotically in the night, while the warm candle flame next to me calmly bends to the left, then nods to the right.

Yesterday, a client who sees me for full body energy sessions was candid with me about her experiences on my healing table. She said “You cover a lot of ground for the price you charge. It’s like three sessions in one. Not like anyone else.” A big statement! She recommended that I connect with one of her physicians to foster awareness of my practice, which I will do. I thank her for that. More and more people will understand the concept that the healing work I do connects with the body’s original energetic blueprint, providing a way for the systems of the body to come back into balance and health, fostering the healing process. Tattoos are another way to learn about and open to understanding current personal concerns. Some folks live far away so I work with them through intuitively drawing images similar to tattoos. I explain what the image is saying for them in a recording and then mail the image to them so they can place it where they will see it every day. Energy medicine in picture form. I don’t know anyone else who is doing this specifically for clients. This work is very intriguing as well as healing. Most often, people are deeply touched by being seen and supported. It is common for tears to flow for the deep recognition and validation that accompanies the needed shifts for healing.

This Saturday I’m excited to be facilitating an energy healing group for the community of Vashon Island, Washington. If you’re in the area, come join in the expanding circle of healing. I will open the conversation for channelling Q&A also. We meet at Vashon Intuitive Arts from 11-2pm. For information, give them a call at: 206-463-0025, or myself at: 360-393-7229. Ages 5 and up are welcome. Adults: $20 suggested donation.

Remember your Light. It is a way of understanding what and who you are. Your life is important.

Peace.

Book Development

I’ve been watching my day-to-day life and I’ve noticed it feels energetically different from a few years ago. I know it’s not just me feeling this… How about you? Some folks I know, and those just out and about, have said the same thing. It’s not something I can definitively put my finger on. But one instance is the passage of time. Some days seem to move slower or faster, and my actions don’t seem to take any more or less time to do them, but when I look at the clock, I’m either way ahead or way behind schedule. Maybe it’s my own observation or maybe we’re in a simple time warp. Simple?

Today I attended a webinar about publishing my book through Balboa Press, a nifty self-publishing outfit. Balboa is the step before Hay House, a traditional publisher. Writing a book has been on my mind for years. As for the topic, I discovered a thread to focus on today, during the webinar. So at this point, it feels like a primary focus will be about my dog and my most recent relationship as it relates to my own “home coming”. I see it as a generational story, but not the way you may think. The underlying message is about connection, love, and endurance through incredible hardship and change beyond one’s control. Each of these things, we experience at some point in our lives. Those who know me, know I can be diverse in my approach to most anything…a topic for another blog post…  This book will be told in three ways, to three generations, because in this life experience, someone from each generation has been touched by what happened. Life doesn’t wait for a certain age to “land hard”. It happens at every age. This story can be of benefit to young children, teens and adults, and it can have a thought-provoking, positive effect on the lives of animals who most often have no say in what happens to them, or who they live with, despite their own desires. Their voice is silent unless we get out of the drama and take the time to really listen to and respect them. The first book will be for the youngest of hearts. A picture book that speaks only in visual form.

Following the end of a 16 year partnership, I lived alone with Maggie, my German Shepherd Dog, and two sibling cats, Emma and Chumley, for four years. All three of these old, beautiful souls taught me so much about my emerging skills as an energy healer, which I resisted most of my life. The resistance likely brought me to a place that was incredibly difficult so that I would finally relent and admit it. I’m a healer. Between a rock and a hard place, to put it mildly… A “phoenix rising” time of life that I hope with all my heart, I never have to repeat even part of, to get “The Message”. Whatever that message may be. But this is the stuff of life, and, it makes for a great story, one that seems unbelievable, and is still unfolding even now. The end of the book has yet to happen as I see it coming down the pike…. I’ve got time until I get there in the writing. I consider myself a walking miracle for having been through so much in a short amount of time, I’m still alive and moving forward. I want people to know it is possible to get through it; whatever “it” is. From time to time, I will post bits of what comes through the writing or some journal entries, sketches, etc. I would love to receive feedback or what these things make you think about in your own life. It’s a dialogue of sorts and I’m curious.

Do you have a story that begs to be written and shared? Do you write privately for yourself about things that cross your mind or events that have happened? What about poetry or lyrics? In my healing sessions, sometimes I ask if writing is part of how someone handles hard days in a transition. It helps with healing and releasing what can sometimes feel like a hamster wheel experience…. I’m reminded of the movie Groundhog Day. One time I tried counting how many days the guy seemed to have to go through until he did something different… 63 days? Man.

Blessing the Journey and Loving no matter what.

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(This is a vector drawing I did years ago, of my dog Maggie, a key player in my life.)

Erika