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 It's been a minute since I wrote a blog on Writing the Alphabet. I did have the next letter written a couple weeks ago. Scouts honor. Yet, every time I went to transfer my handwritten story into techno words here ~ I couldn't do it. It didn't feel right. And today ~ it became clear why. Oh the patience in the process. Here goes the true Spiritual Story for Letter C. This one wanted to reach your eyes.
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 There has been some extra magic brewing at sacred land. The place I steward. The earth location I call hOMe. A new addition. It was finished in April, yet I have been (mostly) coveting it all to myself. Now. Fall has whispered it is time. For a soft opening ~ a first come first know kind of vibe.
 They laid on her casket. Roses & clusters of wheat. Momma grew up on a farm where the beautiful golden swayed. So clear in my eyes. The roses though were not a staple in mom's human life...but they showed up everywhere when she was making her journey home to the infinite. And they continue to show the way.
 Roll out your yoga mat &/or a blanket and relish in gentle yoga while being immersed in sound therapy. Your cells will drink it in and your breath will slow and absorb...every drop of the mystical bliss. Join us for the last Soothe Sound & Sip of the magical 2026 Summer Season.
 We finally did it! My college girlfriends and I got together. You know how intentions can be the best yet life paths fail to converge. If we don’t notice the signs to help them cross-connect-meet…we tend to keep our busy noses down on the same voyage. Dang busyness.
Thank goodness I noticed a sign. And chose to heed it. The sign that got us together was from an advertisement on facebook.  I remember like it was yesterday. Learning how to write. Those soft off-white pages with the lines and dashes ~ tracing upper case A and lower case a ~ then writing them below. And when it came to learning the alphabet in cursive. I was out right obsessed. I get it now that cursive turns on creative channels in the brain. Thankfully ~ my teacher supported my neurosis by sending home extra papers so I could practice. Pencil. Lead. Eraser. Tools I coveted and carried with me in a zippered pink plastic carrying case ~ traveling to playgrounds, front porches, grassy knolls under trees ~ wherever my dirty feet wandered.
 When Minnesota summer's arrive ~ we dive in. Into the depths of our loving hearts & bodies to satiate all that mother nature provides. You hear over and over "it goes by so fast" ~ and we are hear to slow it down with you.
 I LOVE wild wandering. Weaving through trees and other magical places in nature. Listening, feeling, and experiencing the beauty of life beating through and with me. It is as if my cells are doing a happy dance as my light gets brighter. Helping me to navigate any path that unfolds before & within me.
Know something else I love? Spas. Particularity luxuriating in a steam sauna. My skin drinks in the moisture and anything that is ready to release and surrender drips off me ~ effortlessly.  I am forever in awe of synchronicities, spirit whispers, and soul wisdom. They have me giggling and crying in the same breath. Those moments are so comforting in our beautiful & wild lives.
 For year's I had been holding "secret" monthly shamanic circles out of my home. Well ~ make that 5 homes over the Ottertail years. I was always divinely guided by the heart of my soul as to who was to partake. Those evening's were special & magical. I stepped away from leading the gatherings just after my mom transitioned to heaven. And now in my state of rebirth ~ I am nudged to share my soul in this way again (with a slight twist).
 I love comforting tea, spiritually connecting with angels & open hearted humans, and spending time in beautiful environments. All three of the above will be satiated when we meet for Soothe Sip & Spirit at the Gathering Grounds Cafe.
 Writing has always been a release for me. A way to get rid of the fake noise. A way to hear the true language of my heart. Maybe some of the desire to write was born from holding back my words. I know. I can see it in my mind’s eye. Those who are part of my inner circle, families of blood & choice, are sporting sly grins. The kind where a person cocks their head ~ needing the gesture as well to convey the silent thoughts. “Impossible. You, hold back words?” Listen up. Pun indeed intended.
 We were sitting at the kitchen table. Momma with a big grin on her face. It was a special night. King crab legs sat in front of each of us. Melted butter begged to be dripped on our chins. And soon ~ dreams would be spoken from our individual souls.
 I listened to a whisper from a soul sister. "I feel you would really like these tiny cabins up north". And so I ventured ~ and it was there ~ away from the distractions of home ...that my inspired heart returned. I reconnected with my Soul & Spiritual guidance was loud and clear. I took action and began a writing project. I was giddy. I completely reconnected to my soul light ~ and then ...The Window Within Retreat unfolded clearly.
 As the full moon rises ~ we will be lounging outside at the lovely 1910 Sip House by Lake Ethel, MN. We gather to soak up the high vibrations and to open our hearts to receive spiritual guidance.
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