Quantum leaping through Portals!

Blessed Equinox — We Are Crossing the Threshold

Hail to the East — the Earth is waking…

Ohhh… the return of dirt on my bare feet is the medicine I have been aching for.
After what felt like an eternity, the ground is here again.
There is something so sacred about seeing the dark, rich earth beneath the thaw.

My medicine wheel — mossed stones, cleansed.
Ahhh… I am married to the moss and the dark earth.

Like Bear waking from its long spiritual slumber, movement feels a little wobbly.
Here in the North, we know this in-between season can feel cumbersome.

But… holding the Vision is potent medicine.

We are waking in so many facets.

This spring is a threshold.
The astrological new year, a cosmic reset.
The season of the fire horse — movement.
An eclipse portal closing.
A Piscean moon dissolving what was.
Retrogrades stirring the unseen.

We are standing at a deep crossroads —an opening into ways of feeling and knowing we have not accessed before.

We are quantum leaping through portals.

As a collective, we are moving from head to heart.
From thinking… into sensing.
From control… into relationship with the unseen.

Us “connected souls” feel this.

The timelines are shifting. It is fast. It is a lot.

The information has been coming in hot, and I find myself recalibrating in real time so I can hold — and wield — the power that is arriving.
And I am here for it!

We are in the betwixt —
where our intuitive heart is already expanded into the new,
and in some cases, our physical body is still catching up… We are riding the dragon lines of expansion.

We are in the hallway — just before the next reiteration of ourselves.

We must be the sacred witness of our lives, moments may arise where your mind reaches back into old patterns —
“I’m not enough” “I’m too much” “Something must be wrong”

Yet, we must go gently.
When we offer ourselves devotion instead of judgment, we thrive.
Support instead of pressure. Reverence instead of doubt. This is a profound recalibration.

My sister spoke truth this morning — we are beings who live at the edge.
Because of that, the path is not always easy… but it sure is alive. It’s rich. It is undeniable.

We are being asked to trust fall into our most authentic expression.

And in this season of renewal, the East whispers:

There is a way. There is a way. There is a way.

And here is how I see it… how I feel it… lived and breathing in real time.

Meanwhile, here on the bluffs…

The beaver feeds on fresh baby trees,
the vultures and red-winged blackbirds have returned,
the eagles rebuild their nests,
and the ravens dance their way into new life.

I find myself singing with the birds and the morning sun.

How resilient we are to live through such transformation.
How blessed we are to be here.

Tend to your light dear hearts.
Tend to your earthen body.
Tend to one another.

This is a powerful time to leap.