To Surf the Oncoming Chaos… Lean into Soul

“What is happening in the ethers? Why is everything so intense right now?” I’m hearing this from all directions. In the wake of March + April’s eclipse season, the Jupiter/Uranus conjuction in Taurus, Pluto’s retrograde shift for its finale in Capricorn later this year, and most recently, after the powerful geomagnetic storms giving us stunning auroras throughout the world in the last days — we seem to be feeling an intensity like never before. In his 2006 book Chaos Point, systems theorist Ervin László wrote that…

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Synchronicity: A Deep Dive and Navigation Guide

Today we’ll be delving into the kinds of coincidences that take our breath away, give us goosebumps and make us go, “did that really just happen?” An animal you feel a strong connection with keeps appearing at the same time as important or emotionally charged events take place in your life.You see the same number repeated seemingly everywhere when you’re about to take a pivotal step in your creative or professional development (multiples of 11 are big contenders here, but not the only ones!).A loved one…

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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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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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