The Woods Trail – Walk In Wonderment With Me

“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest.”

Here is my autumn vlog offering about powerful personal transformation induced through simple walks and experiences in the forest. I was inspired by the splendor of the forest colors this year and the following poem forwarded to me by several friends. It is an affirmation about how far we have come and a humble love offering.

You Have Become a Forest

“One day when you wake up, you will find that you have become a forest. You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.” By Nikita Gill Music: Deluge – Cellophane Sam Surreal Forest – Meydän Clouds – Alan Špiljak You have grown roots and found strength in them that no one thought you had. You have become stronger and more beautiful, full of life giving qualities. You have learned to take all the negativity around you and turn it into oxygen for easy breathing. A host of wild creatures live inside you and you call them stories. A variety of beautiful birds rest inside your mind and you call them memories. You have become an incredible self sustaining thing of epic proportions. And you should be so proud of yourself, of how far you have come from the seeds of who you used to be.”

~ Nikita Gill

Music:

Deluge – Cellophane

Sam Surreal Forest – Meydän

Clouds – Alan Špiljak

Thank you for visiting! Love to all!

Portals

Here we muse on Portals, grounding into your body, and co-creating your life with Universe.

Made with love in collaboration with Victoria Petroff of Breath and Ground .

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Adventures in (non-linear) Time Travel

I slip into a green gown and visit a field to honor the last green days before the Autumn Equinox and I realize I have done this before. As an ancestor? In another lifetime? And I’m doing this again in this lifetime. Or rather, I am doing it simultaneously. It is happening now.

Everything is happening all at once. Yes, let’s go with this. The reason why time appears to be passing in a linear fashion is merely our perception.

Let’s shift our perception.

I slip into a green gown and visit a field to honor the last green days before the Autumn Equinox and I realize I have done this before. As an ancestor? In another lifetime? And I’m doing this again in this lifetime, as me. Or rather, I am doing it simultaneously. It is happening now.

Later, as I am writing this, it is still happening!

I am the I that finds the goddess in the earth in the old ways of the Slavs. I dance with her in timeless connection in a sacred grove of trees. I know the goddesses and gods I honor grow with me and that we are strengthened together. So I choose whom I honor wisely, according to my heart’s desire. When I honor them, I honor my heart. Wholeheartedly.

I stand in wonder. The wondrous I that I am. I. Am.

The sacred grove stands ready. So am I.

Kind Reader – Thank you for visiting! AGAIN!

(Cause this already happened, or is still happening, or…)

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Becoming Butterflies

We are becoming…

So excited to share this video I collaboratively created with my dear friend Victoria Petroff of Breath and Ground!

As Vickie notes, despite the content we are consistently exposed to, it is a magical and beautiful world. Our darkest moments present the brightest opportunities for our deepest transformation.

We hope you share in our humble love of nature’s gifts.

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Full Corn Moon Rant Rave

More than ever I see that universe wants me to stay in the present. And I’m here. I really am. But it is never quite enough, is it? No matter how I pinch myself and whisper “wake up.” I’m floating along. I’m drifting off to the next…

In the fullness of summer, on this full corn moon, and particularly in this weird time, we are (mostly) all of us deep into treasuring the moment. Loving our loved ones. Savoring fresh berries and days that stretch long into nights filled with cricket song drifting through open windows. Leaning into doing what we love.

But also wondering about the future and trying not to ponder too much.

More than ever I see that universe wants me to stay in the present. And I’m here. I really am. But it is never quite enough, is it? No matter how I pinch myself and whisper “wake up.” I’m floating along. I’m drifting off to the next.

Honestly! It wants to be exasperating. <Rant>

And more than ever I also see that this is exactly how it is supposed to be. This curious experience of being in present, yet not. Everything is just that much more endearing and appealing as ephemeral.

It wants to be exasperating. But it’s not.

Like perfume, music, and theater. It is the nature of its fleeting impermanence that crystallizes. This is why I have always loved these things especially. Precisely because they don’t last. <Rave>

The song ends – go ahead and put it on replay. But, hold up! The re-experience of it is different. It now holds the history of the last listening. It is richer, then it is over. Again. <Rave>

Perfume in the air or skin, your lover’s scent, a flower. Just as soon as you smell it, going… going… gone. Changing and transforming. <Rave>

A visit to a farm stand or my childhood home, a sunset. I treasure them all in the moment until my stomach glows with the pleasure of it.

But as a spirit entity having a human experience, I’ll be sighing and doing the rant-rave. And that is ok.

Violets, Gin, and Pavlovas

When I live in the forest there will be pavlovas, and gin, and Violet Syrup made from an embarrassment of violets! Huzzah! Violets, the modest bloom of spiritual wisdom and faithfulness. A devotion. The color of the Crown Chakra, everlasting love, and remembrance. The shy but mighty violet.

I discovered something. When I live in the forest there will be pavlovas, and gin, and Violet Syrup made from an embarrassment of violets! Huzzah! Violets, the modest bloom of spiritual wisdom and faithfulness. A devotion. The color of the Crown Chakra, everlasting love, and remembrance. The shy but mighty violet.

My absolute favorite flower.

Not all violets have a scent. Here in the midwest corner of the USA the scent of violet is soooo faint. But the classic perfumery material, Violet Leaf Absolute is a personal favorite. Green, fresh, slightly aquatic, with a faint hint of what we consider the scent of violet.

I adore violet scent in perfume, and olde timey violet candies. The scent is delicate, soft, ethereal, and recalls the elegance of my grandmother’s generation. Victorian ladies with names like, Molly, Lily, Rose, and, of course, Violet. Because scent of violet is elusive, oils for perfumery with a violet note are generally not made from the flower itself, but by other magickal and highly secret methods involving dancing winged faeries clad in gossamer fabric that cleverly covers only the sexy bits but leaves them mostly naked (like the violet, violet type faeries are modest) and, of course, violet floral crowns.

Image not my own.

To get ready for my move to a tree house in the forest one day, and inspired by the Green Witch on YouTube, I indulged in my passion for violets and created a couple of sweet batches of Magickal Violet Syrup.

Here’s how to do it.

The first delightful step is walking in the woods and collecting violets. I also found a patch at the border of a farm behind my house. Please say “Thank you” with each you pick. It’s a wonderful chant of gratitude. (Incidentally, here is where you might catch a glimpse of one of those faeries flitting by. You will see them out of the corner of your eye and may think they are a hallucination. Trust me, they are NOT!) The violets will keep in a jar in the refrigerator for several days, so you don’t have to forage them all at once.

After you have your violets, contemplate the nature of the violet with deep reverence. This (and hot, not boiling, water) will coax the color out of the violets.

Here’s where you bring in the sweetness. Add sugar to the violet water, dissolve over heat, and voila you have a simple syrup. I enhanced that elusive violet taste with a single drop of Alpha Ionone (a natural isolate created by Violet Type Faeries mentioned earlier). A few drops of fresh-squeezed lemon will turn the syrup from a brownish purple to a more brilliant violet. Too much lemon and you have a fuscia. See my 2 bottles, and you will know why I made 2 batches. My first has more lemon then desired and is a brilliant fuscia color. They are both lovely, but I wanted to find a true, purple-violet color.

What next? Make a pavlova, of course! Toss the berries in the syrup, drizzle it on the whip cream, and shamelessly eat all of it on your porch. Then bring one to your neighbor!

Yes, Missy got some whip cream 😉

Another joyful way to use violet syrup is in cocktails. Summer Solstice will find me toasting with a Violet Champagne Cocktail. Here’s a Gin Aviation Cocktail we enjoyed on Memorial Day. Any gin fans out there? It is also delicious in sparkling mineral water and ice tea.

So that it’s for now.

I hope you are finding ways to celebrate beauty and find joy in these dark times. These things feed our souls and are what life is about. When you feel joy, it radiates out and touches others. Go on and shine as you do your good life’s work.

Thanks for reading!

For a more exacting recipe of violet syrup, please visit The Green Witch on YouTube.