Time-traveling Cat and a Patchwork Quilt of Synchronistic Nudges

In the past weeks, some of my dreams have brought on magical synchronicity cascades, and as we head into this week’s Equinox, it feels meaningful to share one particular saga.It is said that the Equinoxes, which usher in Spring and Autumn, are a time where energies come into a perfect balance. A brief moment in the Wheel of the Year in which daylight hours perfectly equal the dark hours in a 24-hour period.This, right before Light (the energies of growth, expansion, manifestation and rebirth) or Darkness…

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Boar, Panther, Turtle: Mid-year Animist Guidance

This post comes to you in two parts: the first part was born of an animal card reading I did for myself, which felt deeply resonant for some of the current collective energies. The second is a meta-exploration of the more fraught aspects of working with animal symbolism as part of our animist toolkit.  The other day I pulled out my ancient deck of Medicine cards*. This is the oldest divination deck I own: my mother got it for me as a gift when I was…

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Faery-tale Dream and Our Deep Longings

I had a dream this morning that felt more than a little mythical.  In my dream, I got married to a beautiful, tender man who was, in reality, a knight — but he was from the future. For the best chances at a good timeline, he had to travel back in time to meet me, which would help lay the ground for him to face the steep challenges to come in his native time.After celebrating our wedding, I was carried on a quest to solve a…

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The Language of The Birds

On the first day heralding spring, a couple of weeks back, I went out on a walk on the fields with my love, Merlin. The sun was so intense I could peel my layers down to a t-shirt. He asked which way we should go, and I had a strong feeling we should take a particular path around a sheep paddock we like to visit. We gawked at the expanses of crocuses and at life peeking up from every nook and cranny available — even though…

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