My wife and I came across an unusual wildlife sighting today, after a swim at Ipperwash beach. We took pictures and later confirmed it was a sandhill crane, which neither of us have ever seen before. I always watch for herons, as I feel I have a special connection to them, so this crane was an interesting sight.
To me, this crane spoke of creativity and journeys — a welcome and needed message.
Don’t you hate it when your cards tell you something negative, and you know it’s going to happen — and then it happens? I find myself stomping my feet like a pouting child, thinking, but I don’t want this.
This happened today. Yet I’m glad I knew about it in advance, because I could remind myself of the rest of the reading — that everything would be okay. That I had to roll with the punches, so to speak. To stop pouting and see why it was happening, what lesson there might be for me.
I can’t grow without being tested. I’m going to be thrown out of my comfort zone a lot, I think. How can I learn to be a healer without learning this, too?
My wife and I have been getting better at making soap. I’m pleased with this mornings’ cuttings, which were a challenge: cold processed soap with star-shaped inserts.
And some other soaps:
I have always had a fascination with Mennonites, to the point of wearing headcoverings by choice (largely for fun). Today my wife and I went to a small Mennonite town and found a store that sold traditional clothes. I’m thrilled with my new bonnet! I spend the afternoon dancing around the kitchen making soap.
There is something spiritual for me in covering my hair. It’s like casting a circle and creating sacred space. Sometimes I cover my head for prayer, which marks out the moment as being special. It’s such a simple thing, and even a fun thing. In my mind, there should be no controversy in one’s choice to cover her hair.
I’ve been asking my spirit helpers what I can do to help people, and how to reach people who might need what help I can give. A year ago I was told that people would seldom “fall at my feet like leaves”, suggesting that helping people is never as straightforward as one would hope. But yesterday one of my spirit guides gave me something of an initiation, making me ready to reach out.
I am not a very social person, so this is all very new to me. I never imagined myself in the role of a healer before. I have practiced on my wife, who is very patient and appreciative, but how do I know I’m ready to help others?
Perhaps I can simply start small, with divination readings freely offered — meaning I wouldn’t charge anything. Firstly because I’m still learning, so it doesn’t seem right at all; secondly, because I don’t want to monetize my religion. If it ever reached a point where I was spending so much time in the healer’s role that it was affecting my day job, perhaps I would accept donations…I don’t know. I don’t mean to put down people who do charge for readings; it’s just not right for me now.
So I’m offering free readings via email (which can be found above through the “contact me” link). I have a few oracle decks that I am very comfortable with, but my favourite divination tool is my newest one, a set of “throwing bones” I created with natural objects like teeth and claws and seeds and stones. I’m still learning how to interpret their intricacies — I feel there is much potential in this set and I’m excited to use it.
I felt drawn to create a divination set with teeth and claws and stones. I’m finding it wonderful to work with, so liberating since it all came from my heart — even the symbols are from a 500-character code/language I created years ago.
Last night my wife and I went back to Elora Gorge, armed with a fully-charged flashlight. We found a particularly magical spot and were welcomed there by a raccoon.