Water Blessing “Goddess of this land, Spirits of this water, I honor you and bless you with my love. Thank you for welcoming me. Help me find clarity. I anoint my mind (3rd eye) to see clearly. I anoint my heart to love (heart center) freely. I anoint my womb (sacral center) to unleash my passions. Please take from me what I’m not meant to carry. Bless me with your flow and ease. Help me to remember the push and pull of the tides as I give and take in my life. I honor the rage in your waves as I honor the love as you retreat. As without, so also it is within. Thank you for your cleansing. Thank you for your stories. Thank you for your wisdom. I emerge from your emotional waters cleansed and renewed. It is done, it is done, it is done. And so it is.”

Having been abandoned and discarded by my physical mother, I found myself feeling very unloveable and unworthy of love. I mean, what kind of steaming pile of crap gets disowned by her own mother because they love her enough to want her suffering to end? Who is abandoned by the woman who agonized through birth to give them life if they were not a horrible person? This deep mother wound was so painful for me. I wanted to save her from all the pain. I grew up with no mom because she was always too sick for me. And as an adult, she consciously chose her illness over her love for me. That must mean I’m too hard to love or I bring her more suffering than her billions of diagnoses do. Right? I felt so alone. And when I did a ritual last year to sever energetic ties to her, I grieved as if she had died. I felt like I fell apart a bit. I questioned everything. I decided I would never try to help anyone. Not ever again. No one wants it. They want the idea of it until I open my mouth and inadvertently introduce ideas that will systematically alter their life forever. Then, I’m too much. I’m too bossy. I ask the impossible. Yet in my Soul, I’m there doing what I came here for. To diminish the level of suffering. And not a single soul sees it or cares or wants it. And one night, a year or so after being set adrift by my mother, the Morrigan came to me between sleep and waking. When I woke, really woke, I started to research her. The woman I saw was almost like Morticia Addams. Sleek black hair dipping below her waist, fair skin, black clothing that rippled in an invisible breeze. Next to her was a young girl that looked almost identical. Same black hair, same black clothing. Thinking on it now, it feels like an invitation for my inner child to come to her. When I meet any deity, I research them, read books, use oracle cards to communicate with them, and wear something to honor them. And that’s what I did, becoming a priestess of the Morrigan in the process. She became so familiar to me that I asked to call her Mother and she was receptive. She has always called me by my Spirit name, Sonaseidhe (sona - shee). She has lectured me and comforted me, but she has always loved me. And in a way that I respect. When I screw up, she doesn’t belittle me nor does she remind me that I’m a terrible person. Nope. She would reframe my reactions. My thoughts. My feelings. She taught me boundaries and finding love for myself. She taught me to stand my ground when my values were compromised. She taught me tolerance on a whole different level and forgiveness on steroids. And probably most of all, she taught me how to access my courage. To move forward with fear and just move through it. All the times I didn’t feel I could go on, she was there to push me regardless. When I throw tantrums, she points it out and helps me “get over it” in a healthy way.

With The Great Becoming being yesterday, I totally forgot to remind you all to write and burn with the full moon! The energies are still high! What will you release this month??

It’s time for Letters to the Universe!! If you have never written a letter to the universe, we write about what it is we wish to call into our lives. We are not asking for anything to be given, we are creating a magnet to bring it in. It’s the difference between: Dear Universe, I need money really bad. Please help me make some extra money. And… Dear Universe, I call in $2,000 a month by signing 4 new clients in the next 2 weeks. Help me to discern my very best path that will open to new possibilities. I am skilled, willing, and deserving of everything I call in. Your energy matters. If you don’t feel what you are writing down, if you write from a place of lack, or if you don’t feel deserving, anything you put down won’t match your energy to what you are calling in. Make it real, make it energetic, make it empowering. The new moon is a time to nourish what we are growing. Your letter should reflect that. Happy writing!! What do you do with it once it’s written? That’s a great question. We will mail it to the universe. Some people burn it and visualize the smoke as the delivery method. Some mail them in a designated “mailbox”, a decorated box with a mail slot in the top. Some keep them in a folder that is just for this purpose. Feel free to bless your container. I have heard of people taking their letters out yearly to read them back and see just how much they had called into their life that they wrote about. Some just send it up in smoke and let it go. It’s personal preference! ❤️ Photo credit goes to the creator of the art. I found it long ago on Facebook. It looks to be AI, but I cannot say for sure. I loved it so I’m sharing it.

Over the last several weeks, I’ve experienced a couple of wounds that seem to work together nicely to keep me feeling unsure about who I am, the path I walk, and the people I allow in my life. All because of something that appears so small and so silly to my conscious mind, but is like the iceberg under the water for my ego. The ego is not bad. It is a tool like anything else and its purpose is to keep you safe. However, most of us have been taught that the ego is who we are. Our identity. How we fit into this world. So naturally, we allow it to lead everything about our lives. When we let it run free, it tends to make us forget about our Soul or Spirit. We forget we are pure love. We forget that we don’t have to create all of our problems in our reactions. So, this little thing of mine has been festering for 42 years. It’s like a little sliver that my mind has grown over, not able to come out on its own, and not able to stay in without causing more damage. But it is barely even noticeable. Until I start following threads. You see, because of my current line of deep study, I have been evaluating my emotions twice daily for the last while to get proficient at my own Somatic Healing method. I check in with my body and feel what is on the surface. Then, I find where that emotion lands on the element chart. That element corresponds to traumas, even tiny little ones that are more annoying than damaging, but halt my progress just the same. In my evaluations of late, I uncovered (with the synchronistic help of the Universe) a wound from a lot of years ago. From my father. He did not inflict this wound on me to be a bully. Yes, he was abusive at times, but I don’t feel he was doing it to traumatize me at the age of 10 or so. But the wound in me was real. I felt it there. My whole life, I know today, that I felt it there. Heard his voice in my mind countless times as I grew and matured. “You’ll never amount to anything.” And my subconscious believed him. My ego believed him. And it has kept me from creating monetary success and security. All my life. That one memory. It has gone quietly undetected all this time until I started digging to help myself so I can help others.