Magic Waits For Us Out In the Forest

𝒟𝓇𝒾𝓅-𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓅, 𝒹𝓇𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒𝓉𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔.

𝐼 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓎𝑒𝓈.

𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓁𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓃...

When I walk in the forest, poems sneak into my head. They tingle in my fingers until I simply have to write them down – not in my phone, but with an actual pencil in a little notebook. They don’t accept any other way. They won’t feel welcome, loved, or celebrated in the way they believe one should be welcomed, loved, and celebrated when arriving as a guest from a faraway land.

They want to be pondered over as they’re scribbled onto a page. They want to sound out, to be gently carved into the skin of paper. This is why the digital version – where all the letters look just the same – doesn’t suit them. They cannot stand it. “It’s too anonymous and too cold,” they say. They want to be waited for. They want to feel caressed by both heart and eyes.

The other day, I was sitting by the lake, writing and observing the heron. I love that gracious yet unwavering being, and it’s such a celebration every year when he returns. Just knowing that we will have another year of living alongside each other feels precious. Heron medicine is one of the gentle gifts Mother Earth has for us.

Living in the middle of the forest, as I do, everything becomes medicine. A squirrel appears outside your house just as you’re pondering something. Squirrel medicine. You notice a heron in the lake catching fish, which instantly clears your mind of all thoughts, and you feel swept away by the delicate magic of this fascinating bird running his daily errands. Heron medicine. A mockingbird follows you during your walk. Mockingbird medicine. A bumblebee bumps against your window, expressing its wish to visit. Bumblebee medicine. Often, nature notices what you need right before you do.

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𝐻𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝓃𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎?

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𝒜𝓇𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝑜𝓇𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊?

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𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑒𝑒𝓅𝓁𝓎, 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎?

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𝒲𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒾𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓈, 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓃𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓊𝓅 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓁𝓎, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑒?

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𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒾𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂? 𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝒸𝒶𝓂𝑒? 𝒟𝒾𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝑒𝒸𝑜𝑔𝓃𝒾𝓏𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒?

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The journey toward whatever we wish to step into begins with us opening our doors. It’s not always easy, but it is doable. The only way to create what we long for is by honouring every single emotion and being willing to ask:  

𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓈𝑜 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌?

 

On that path, we have so many helpers. Nature helps us by sending the right wild creature medicine. Music helps us by bringing the right songs to our minds and our tongues. The Universe helps us by orchestrating the perfect situations to raise our awareness and let us choose anew. People help us by embodying the energies within us, so we may see ourselves with more clarity – and encounter ourselves with more love – if love is what we wish to create and invite more of.

May the new week become a gentle space for you to own and feel it all. 

And then, have it all.

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May peace be with you.

♡  Hele