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 I awoke from a dream and saw clearly a tree. I heard "angel" and so I do what most curious dreamers do ~ I googled "angel tree" and thus began my wild wander to South Carolina to commune with an ancient oak that called to me through the collective conscious ethers.
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 Writing this on a windy day. The breeze is howling through the branches and carries an occasional leaf to yonder ~ those precious few that held on tightly from last Fall. That simple gesture in nature makes me think of how we are wired to hang on tightly ~ often for too long ~ those emotions that are meant to roll right on through.
 Always loved me a good pint and chin wag with friends ...and of course some feel good yoga. Slide on over to Outstate Brewery April 25th and you get all the above!
 Stepping onto the crunchy deck top planks ~ the air crisp & clean touching her skin. The glow to the east begging her gazing. There it was ... the hint of pink peering through the trees in the mountain sky. Her breath exhaled as the chill under the cozy oversized robe settled into comfort.
 An evening with fantastic humans and the guidance of Spirit :: yes please! There is just something so mystical and soothing as you venture down a narrow road (onto a little island just outside Battle Lake MN) as you join a group of amazing women for an evening of Yoga & Spirit Readings ... maybe the owl will visit or the trees will whisper ... or the eagle will soar out our window...all will be received with heart wide open and tons of laughs.
Are you a Capricorn a Taurus a Pieces a Scorpio? I'm sure you've been asked that before ~ meaning ~ what's your sun sign? In our sparkly galactic beyond ~ that's code for asking "which planet was hanging out with the sun on your magical day of your birth? Sitting in your house sipping "welcome to earth school" tea.
 Just A Red Door
The morning sun peaked through the corner of the blackened shade. Her evening dreams shifted to lucidity. Was she just on a train or was one flying by only blocks away?  The swirl the collective has been in has made many feel they are living in an upside down world. Often not being able to tell what day it is ~ let alone what decision to make for it feels as soon as that happens ~ the spinning begins again. And with all that stuff (inside and out) affecting your precious humanness ... the soul is begging for a detox.
 You feel it
The collective is out of balance The masculine and feminine energies are at war We know within Union is the way Yet wisdom knows that where there is war there is no peace. And so the crows cawed They swirled and swarmed until my fingers became their talons and my wings turned black.  On the day before August's full moon ~ "When all things ripen" ~ Emerge from your cocoon and invite the spreading of your transformed butterfly wings.
 You may have heard me rave about the serene beauty and sacred energy of the Christine Center in Wisconsin started years ago by Franciscan Sisters. It is truly a spiritual healing center and so excited to be offering another magical retreat for you at that divine place tucked in the woods of Wisconsin ~ this time we meet in the blissful Fall.
 Minnesotan's are used to mother nature's slow methodical dance into a new season. Her colors are always laid upon her pallet ~ as the canvas soaks in the elements ~ and so we patiently await the thrill of seeing with renewed eyes.
And thus we will travel to the North Shore to a place that sits overlooking the beautiful Lake Superior. Feeling nature encase us in a welcoming hug as we weave our soul on an adventure of inner knowing and outer spiritual guidance. A landscape to play, connect, and rejuvenate in tune with the drum of the waters, earth, and fire. The first weekend of April ~ unplug ~ reset ~ and prepare your wild soul for Spring. It is divine time to venture to the North Shore of Minnesota.  Went for a hike on a blustery Minnesota day. Trudged in awe along a beautiful Ice Ridge path I had taken many times before ~ and then the call of the wind had me turn onto a new snow covered trail. As the winds roared ~ a moment blew in of realizing I was alone in the woods.
 The eyes popped open as pink peaked through the shades
Day was calling A smile upturned the edges of her dream laden face Was it a waterfall or golden stones Imagery faded fast from the subconscious night talks Now was calling The day her soul always feels at ease The celestial time when the sun enters Capricorn Western astrology calls the infamous goat her sign Horoscopes attempt to convince her influential brain To believe Yet the dreams fill her thoughts over the unwavering determination of the goat Today she is a medicine wheel believer |
Wendy BillieInternational yoga instructor, Shamanic Practitioner, life coach, and more! SubscribeCategories
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