Summer Longs For Autumn

This is an unedited image, from our amazing Arizona evening skies, thanks to Summer Monsoons. 

 Drifting mind and dark aesthetics 

Cozy browns and golden hues

Misty fog and trailing raindrops

The rasp of fingertips on aged paper

Tucked into the folds of an adventurous novel

The academic finds her soul in the depths of a darkened bookstore

Summertime Lessons

Heavy weight of heat and bogs

My soul does not delight in the bright 

It longs for the dark, the cool, the hidden

To be amongst the stars and dirt

Summertime is not my favorite

But in this season I lean into the cave

I embrace the wild monsoon when she comes

The wind greets me like an old friend

Grandmother Elm weaves and dances her song

There is beauty, and my soul is thankful

For deep within the bright golds and yellows 

I find my browns and rusts.

Even this season brings gifts and messages

I can finally see 

drawing into myself

During the Summertime

Is okay

The sun heals, even through time and space

Through the heat, I cut ties

What isn’t meant to be will not

And letting go is also okay

Summertime is to let go

The Darker half of the year is 

Where my soul longs and lives

Breeding Arrogance VS Mother Earth

 

We breed this arrogance into our bones, like its nothing.

Every drip, every generation, every seed carries this arrogance like it’s our right.

We challenge those who don't have it, who want nothing more than to connect to each other and to the earth.

We see them through eyes of self indulgence, and self importance.

Forgetting that as they inhale, we exhale.

Forgetting that every step we take directly affects those around us.

Even the earth feels our influence.

We wonder why there is this break and pain with the Earth and her people.

It’s because we fanned the flames of self more than we fanned the flames of community and peace.

Find the peace within, regain that connection to Earth and hear her heartbeat.

Feel her breath on your cheek.

Don’t shy away from it when it’s uncomfortable.

Mother Earth deserves to be heard, in all her forms and fashions.

Mother Earth is the original #metoo survivor and we must believe her for her to heal.

For us to heal.

For us to prosper and be the balance we were made for.

There is no Earth without us, and no us without Earth. 

I Had To Go Outside To Write This Post

 This was not the post I set out to publish today. I had spent time setting up another post, including an outline. Then I lacked inspiration to write it. Old Peggy would skip it, allowing an old record to play of her lack of follow through. 

I sent that Peggy on vacation; she needed one. 

Honestly, any post would not be written at my desk today. Outside I went, the cloud filled blue sky peeks through Grandmother Elm's branches and vibrant green leaves. A dove couple high up top coo to each other, the love and comfort between them loud and clear in their calls. 

Being outside, writing this post by hand, I've already learned something. Going slower than I would type - I expected to be frustrated. As the sunlight dances on the page, I realize this is like savoring a rare vintage. Slowing down, as the wind did just now- to taste and feel each word. Only the best comes forward, knowing this is the right time. 

Moisture is in the air, all of nature can feel it. A secret running under the eyes of humanity, an intrisict ability all life carries. Even humans. 

We've lost our touch with Nature, gone is the balance and connection, lost to time and space. 

Or is it?

A moment under Grandmother Elms' limbs, and I'm here. Present. In the moment. Words want to capture it all, but this intimate knowing can only be felt and experienced. 

It's the hottest part of the day, a time I'm rarely found outside. Yet here I am - seeing how nature dances, sings, and lives in spite of the heat. 

Live - in spite of. 

The purpose of this post...I've lost it. And that's okay. 

Maybe we both needed the reminder to live. 

Live in spite of all that's against you. 

Live because it's the most scary, intense, freeing, and joyful experience of your life. 

I'm also secretly hoping it'll start raining, so I can dance in it. It'll be the first rain of the season. 

(As of the typing of this, no rain has fallen on Peggy, much to her dismay. She promises to alert the media once this monumentous moment happens. Stay tuned!) 

I question, is this a 'good enough' post? Does it have a point? Does it repeat to much? Why do I repeat things?

And then I remember to breathe. . .breath through the emotions and thoughts. But don't hold it too long. 

My intuition speaks louder these days. Her voice the first I hear and trust now. She is a gift that cannot be thanked enough. As I follow her, listen to her, walk guided by her, I am finding parts of myself along the way. Parts that are being healed and put back. One day soon, I'll be able to see and experience my wholeness. Its timing doesn't bother me. 

As fate has perfect time and sense. 

So I lean into my intuition. I hear and live by her. Through this scary and challenging journey, I am healing. And how can I be dismayed over that, when the taste of freedom and being whole feels so damn right?  

Opening My Creative Doors!

 I’m doing it. It’s done. It’s set up and ready to go. By the time this post is live, my photography doors will be open. (Check it out here!)

It feels small in the grand scheme of things, and I’m not blind to what’s going on in the world these days. But doing this for me, carving out my spot to just be me, feels right. This is the time, crazy and uncertain as it is. This is my golden hour, my blue hour, my best seller status, my higher calling. 

I can feel the change slipping through my fingers like gentle waves against the shore. With each release is a recapture of what once was, and what can be. A reminder that she's still in here, still breathing the life through all the fuckery that came before. 

This feels both the biggest and the smallest step I’ve ever made, and I can see the other big/small steps that led me here. Each step seemed wrong, didn’t fit with the previous steps I’d taken. The previous roads I started down. Yet here I am, on another precipice, feeling the strong winds of the past and future fighting over which direction I fall. 

Every precipice is an opportunity to soar, to fight the currents, the glide and to fall. Every precipice leads to the next one, and each one grows bigger and smaller at the same time. 

Leading up to the launch of this web shop, I've faced challenges that threatened to turn me off course. To pull me into questioning the validity of my life and passions. Again, I'm reminded over and over that the Universe has me. That these things strengthen myself, heal things, and move in the right direction. I've leaned into journaling and speaking with safe people in these times, and the support and gift of friendships is astounding. 

Where am I going with this? 

I expected this post to turn out differently, but it turned out how it's supposed to. Full of truth and the reality of where I'm at. The mess that life makes when one is trying to live according to their intuition. It's not always pretty. In fact, I suspect that living a life such as this redefines beauty and truly living. It transforms us from passive spectators to the valiant heroes we've longed to be. 

Heroes of our own stories, our own personal heroes' journey. There's a part of the story called the Dark Night of The Soul. In this part, the hero takes time to process everything that's happened. They are usually worse off and questioning everything. This is just before the hero finds the solution to the problem and learns their lesson. (Take loosely from Save The Cat! Writes A Novel, by Jessica Brody pg. 26) This is where I'm at, where I've been, for months now. Each event, each step, has carried its own moment before the dawn and this feels like another one.  

Making my space in the world, and trusting the intentions I've spoke aloud into becoming, fills me with a wildly beating heart that is truly breathing fully for the first time in decades. Welcome to the space I've made to heal my inner child, my inner teen, and all aspects of myself. Through creativity, I soar and dance with the cosmos. 

Darkness Rises - Original Poem

 

Darkness Rises

Wine soaked mind full of nebulous thoughts 

Here they come

There they go

Fear flutters at my mind, 

Like a soft trickle of water

One wrong move and it's all over

Deadmans wash will carry me away

Pulling me under

Luring me into darkness that paints the soul

One gasp

One kick

And a new darkness rises 

This one darker than the last 

Swift and sure

I rise

Darkness rises with me

Blending and morphing with the light 

Able to bend them both 

To know them both

Love them both

All because fear thought it won 

I Am Made - Orignial Poem

 

Image from Upslash.com

 I Am Made

I am not made from meek and quiet things

I am meant to roar and fly with spread wings

Staying small and unseen isn't my gift

Words will rip from my passionate soul

Every look of censure, every whispered glance

It's all for nothing, because I wasn't made for that

I am made for speaking up

And holding a spotlight on things

I am made for stirring the pot 

And making you scared

I am made to rise like a fucking wild thing

And point the way through the forest

- PSpencer

November 2021 Full Beaver Moon Eclipse

 How about that lunar eclipse energy, eh?

This spectacular event is powerful and illuminating. And I stayed in bed, enjoying it from the comfort of my home. I've been feeling a lot of the intense energy, without seeing it with my own eyes. It's been nearly overwhelming, so I excused myself from it and meditated instead. 

I've had an awakening these past few weeks, momentum keeping me flying towards a precipice I never thought I'd see or experience. My ability to connect with Spirit has strengthened, and I've been getting information at light speed compared to before. 

I've experienced physical side effects that cannot be explained any other way and never had them like this before. I'm pretty in tune with myself, always have been. But this is another level entirely. 

Awakening Symptoms (so far)

• When your lower spine feels like a heating pad has heated it, and you're not using one...
• When the rush of energy courses through your body like pulsing waves of light, waking the nerves along the way...
• Information comes cascading down, infused with excited energy, and leaves you feeling dead tired...
• Telling people things they haven't said to others, or to me, and it being correct...
• Intuitively knowing the exact meaning of the cards, when you haven't read the correspondences in Tarot...
• Needing to ground yourself in multiple ways, because suddenly you're a lightning rod amongst the trees...

It all adds up to this awakening, this connection to Spirit, the surrounding universe, feeling them and being inspired by them. 

In this powerful time, I'm concentrating on grounded connections, learning about my energy boundaries, and respecting them. I have little idea how this will go, but I know it's the beginning of something amazing. Hope to see you along the ride, and that you get all the support you need and want. 

***Message about this time:

This Lunar Eclipse is a time of changes, the harbinger of big changes and special beginnings, a time to listen to your soul and release what harms it. Take this moment to grasp the meaning and embracing it.