Tania Marie: The Eclipse and the Six Bears
This Pisces Full Moon Lunar Eclipse felt less like a single moment in time and more like a conversation unfolding around me.
Perhaps it began long before I arrived in Yosemite.
Three years ago, beneath this same late-August Full Moon, my beloved rabbit companion Astrid transitioned. There are certain dates the heart remembers differently than the calendar does, and this one has remained quietly alive within me ever since.
So returning to the wild beneath this Moon already carried something tender and meaningful.
We went to Yosemite to meet friends for a week of camping, hiking, exploring, and simply disappearing from the usual rhythms of life for a while.
I also arrived with clear intentions for the eclipse and several things close to my heart for which I had been asking for guidance.
Each day became its own little pilgrimage.
We wandered trails into beautiful places, gathering pieces of quartz that called to us along the way. When we reached the alpine lakes waiting at the end of our journeys, we returned the crystals to the water with our intentions.
Earth back to Earth.
A simple exchange of gratitude, prayer, and possibility as the Full Moon approached.
And other things began finding their way to us, too.
A handful of grounding obsidian. Beautiful stones that seemed impossible not to notice, including one shaped like a nearly perfect pyramid and another carrying three distinct pyramids that astonishingly mirrored the three Great Pyramids of Giza.
Feathers appeared at meaningful moments, including a Great Horned Owl tail feather on our very first day.
The night before the eclipse was anything but quiet.
Coyotes howled and yipped through the darkness around us, their voices weaving through the forest for hours and continuing remarkably into the wee hours of morning.
Then that morning before the Full Moon Eclipse, we were sitting beside the campfire when KC – aka Bean – suddenly pointed.
“Bear.”
A large black bear was sauntering directly toward us.
There was no urgency in her. No apparent concern. She seemed completely at ease, as though wandering over to join our morning gathering was the most natural thing in the world.
Of course, we made noise to discourage her from coming closer. Loving wild animals also means respecting the boundaries that help keep them wild and safe.
But something about her presence stayed with me.
Bears are so often interpreted through the language of strength, courage, protection, power, introspection, or hibernation.
Yet that wasn’t what I felt.
What struck me was her complete lack of performance.
She wasn’t trying to embody power.
She simply was powerful.
There was an extraordinary peace in that.
A confidence without assertion. A strength without tension. A presence that didn’t seem to require anything outside itself for confirmation.
Embodied peace.
Perhaps one of the deepest expressions of power is not needing to demonstrate that we possess it.
Many deer appeared along the hike that followed, adding their own gentle presence to a morning that already felt touched by something larger. The renewing presence of deer continued to grace us each day, in fact.
Then, on the morning of the Full Moon, after I had specifically asked again for signs and guidance, another Great Horned Owl feather appeared alongside a beautiful piece of obsidian in a place I never would have expected to find it.
I didn’t need to decide immediately what any of it meant.
The simple fact that I had asked and then encountered these things directly after was enough.
And then the weather began changing our plans.
Large storms were moving toward Yosemite, and after our hike that morning, we abruptly decided to pack everything and leave rather than remain for the days of heavy weather ahead.
We finished loading the car just as the rain began.
Three-plus hours later, we arrived home in time for the sky to erupt into one of the most spectacular sunsets—a fiery, passionate blaze stretching across the horizon that uncannily mirrored a nearly exact sunset that lit up the sky the night before leaving for Yosemite.
Just before reaching fullness, the Moon had risen with such brilliance that she seemed almost like the Sun, illuminating the night sky and softening even the stars within her radiance.
Yet on the night of her fullness and eclipse, she appeared differently.
That night, I stayed awake and continued getting up to meet the Moon.
She glowed behind a mysterious moving curtain of clouds, appearing and disappearing throughout the night.
There was something strangely perfect about the contrast. At one moment, illumination so brilliant it transformed the darkness around her. At another, the same light partially veiled.
I had entered this eclipse asking for clarity, messages, and guidance. Yet the Moon herself seemed unwilling to reveal everything at once.
Her light was unmistakably there.
But clarity remained partially veiled.
And perhaps that was part of the answer.
Some knowing doesn’t arrive as immediate revelation. Sometimes we are asked to feel what has shifted before we understand what it means—to allow the heart to hold something the mind cannot yet name.
The following day brought rain at home as well, but we were still able to continue our time with our friends. Rather than planning anything ambitious, we chose an easy walk before lunch and errands.
That seemingly ordinary choice became anything but ordinary.
Up ahead, I spotted a mama bear.
And then her two cubs.
We stopped at a respectful distance and watched as the little ones ran, played, wrestled, and scrambled up trees while their mother remained nearby.
She was watchful and protective, yet what moved me most was the joy unfolding around her.
Watching them shifted something in the usual symbolism of protection for me.
Protection is so often imagined as guarding against danger. Building walls. Keeping something precious from harm.
But perhaps there is another form of protection.
We protect joy by helping create the conditions in which joy can exist.
We protect love by giving it room to express itself.
We protect what matters not only by defending it, but by nourishing the environment in which it can flourish.
Mama Bear wasn’t preventing her cubs from exploring because something might happen to them.
She was present enough for them to play.
Her strength created room for their freedom.
And suddenly the bears seemed to be speaking to one another across these encounters.
The first bear had embodied a power so completely at home within itself that it needed no performance.
The mother bear embodied a power secure enough to become spaciousness for joy.
Presence and creation.
Peace and play.
Power without force.
Protection without constriction.
But apparently the conversation wasn’t finished.
After watching the mother and cubs for a long while, we finally continued back. Along the way, KC suddenly spotted another large solitary bear among the trees before it disappeared into the forest.
Four bears that day.
We could hardly believe it.
Later, we returned home, settled into the coziness of the rain, and played cards together.
Then Clint – aka Happy – noticed something just outside.
Another large resident bear we’ve seen before was making his way across the street and into a neighboring backyard.
Five bears in one day.
Six surrounding the eclipse.
The following day carried us onto new trails we had never explored together, chasing waterfalls and climbing to great heights to reach them. There was something beautifully fitting about continuing into the unknown this way, discovering what waited beyond each rise rather than needing to know beforehand.
And still, the bears remained with me.
For us, seeing even one bear is an extraordinary gift. Six arriving within such a concentrated threshold felt impossible to ignore – a once-in-a-lifetime experience.
And perhaps I don’t need to decide exactly what it means.
That itself feels connected to what this eclipse has been showing me.
We had gathered together at the peak of the eclipse and placed our intentions consciously into this threshold. I had asked for messages around things deeply important in my own life.
And messages came.
Just not as neatly packaged answers.
They came as coyotes calling through darkness.
Quartz gathered along the trails and returned to mountain lakes.
A handful of grounding obsidian appearing along the way.
A piece of obsidian naturally shaped by the Earth into a form that mirrored an ancient arrowhead.
Beautiful stones, including a nearly perfect pyramid and another carrying three pyramids mirroring the Great Pyramids of Giza.
Feathers appearing at meaningful moments.
A Great Horned Owl feather and an unexpected piece of obsidian arriving together on the Full Moon morning after I had asked for signs.
A bear walking peacefully toward a morning fire.
Pairs and triads of deer moving through the forest.
Tiny tree frogs somehow at home within the vastness of the world more than 10,600 feet above it.
Storms changing our plans.
Bookended and mirroring, fiery passionate sunsets seeing us off and waiting at home.
Rainbow winged clouds greeting us upon entry into Yosemite’s epic vastness.
A Moon repeatedly disappearing behind clouds.
A mother bear creating enough safety for her children to play.
Bears appearing again and again.
And dreams.
So many dreams.
Each night while camping and again after returning home, I remembered vivid dreams filled with remarkable threads of telepathy, communication, and messages that felt intimately connected to what has been moving through my waking life.
Something has shifted.
I can feel it even without being able to explain where it is leading.
And woven quietly through everything is Astrid.
Three years after she left her physical body beneath this late-August Full Moon, I found myself beneath it again surrounded by wild beings, mysterious communication, thresholds, endings, beginnings, and a love that has never depended upon physical presence to remain alive.
I can’t say where she ends and synchronicity begins.
I’m not sure I need to.
Perhaps love has its own language for continuing.
The eclipse has passed, but its unfolding has not.
I have no idea what may manifest next.
Nor do I know what the coming weeks and months will bring.
But something about these bears has changed the way I am holding that unknown.
The first didn’t ask permission to inhabit his presence.
The mother didn’t protect joy by containing it. She created enough safety for it to run wild.
And none of them seemed concerned with becoming anything other than completely what they were.
Perhaps this is the bear medicine I needed.
Not simply strength.
Not retreat.
Not protection as we usually understand it.
But the quiet power of being so deeply rooted within ourselves that we can create from peace rather than fear.
To become protectors of joy by becoming creators of it.
To trust what we know without forcing what we cannot yet see.
And to inhabit our own lives so completely that we no longer need to chase what is meant to meet us.
I asked this eclipse for guidance.
It didn’t give me a map.
It gave me six bears.
For now, that feels like more than enough.
Tania Marie: At the Edge of a New Season
Late August carries its own quiet language of transformation.
The vibrant purple thistles of summer are becoming dry, prickly stalks crowned with soft white seed puffs, releasing what they have become into what comes next.
Across the landscape, rabbitbrush is beginning to bloom, illuminating these final weeks of summer in August gold.
And today, as if the Earth wanted to place this transformation directly into my hands, I discovered a large and ancient, naturally tumbled and time-worn double-terminated Golden Healer Quartz while hiking.
Its unexpected presence felt like a potent little wayshower for this season of change—the eclipse ahead, and all that is already shifting.
Everything seems to know when it is time to change form.
I feel this threshold in my own life as well. I’ll soon be disappearing into Yosemite for a week of camping with friends and exploring, without reception, beneath the Pisces Full Moon Lunar Eclipse—a beautiful pause before returning to the new cycles September will bring and the approaching Autumn Equinox.
Before I go, I also wanted to share one small but very exciting update. With so much gratitude, we now have just one place remaining for our intimate four-person Egyptian pilgrimage this April.
We are so happy to welcome the beautiful soul family already coming together, while remaining open to whoever may still be feeling into the alignment of that final place. Several people have expressed interest, and I always find it meaningful to witness how the collective ultimately forms. Sacred journeys seem to carry their own mysterious synergy, bringing together exactly the resonance needed for experiences that can become powerful initiations and rebirths in ways we often cannot fully understand until much later.
For now, I’m following the season’s invitation to become quiet.
To wander beneath the trees, listen to the mountains, and leave a little space between what has been and whatever is preparing to emerge.
Like the soft light of sunset filtering through the forest, there is beauty in the pause before a new tomorrow.
See you on the other side of summer.
Tania Marie: A Freer Way of Being (Plus an Egypt 2027 Update)
There are seasons when life quietly invites us to loosen our grip—not because our dreams were misplaced, but because they are still becoming.
That is very much where I find myself these days.
The twists and turns of recent months have continually invited me to listen more deeply, soften, and allow my path to evolve rather than insisting it look a certain way. Again and again, I have found myself choosing what feels most alive, most aligned, and most in harmony with the natural unfolding before me.
One of the clearest reflections of this has been the upcoming pilgrimage to Egypt.
When the journey first began taking shape, I quietly felt that it belonged in the spring. Even so, I remained open and moved with the timing that initially seemed to support everyone involved.
Recently, through an unexpected series of logistics surrounding permit scheduling and a deeper revisiting of the journey we originally envisioned, the dates shifted—and rather beautifully, the journey has found its way back to that very season.
There is something deeply meaningful about watching the path gently return to where my heart first sensed it belonged.
It has reminded me that life often sees farther than we do.
When we loosen our attachment to a single outcome, we become receptive to the unseen currents already guiding us toward something even more harmonious than we could have arranged ourselves. What appears to be change is often life quietly returning us to a deeper rhythm.
Perhaps that is why flexibility has become such an important practice for me.
Not because I no longer care how things unfold, but because I have come to trust that what is truly aligned rarely needs to be forced into place. Sometimes it simply asks us to remain open enough to recognize it when it arrives.
It simply finds its way home.
The day before we left for Yosemite this past week, this feeling was reflected back to me in an unforgettable way. While riding in the passenger seat and working on something connected to the changes unfolding around Egypt, an enormous Golden Eagle suddenly appeared beside the car, gliding alongside us in full, magnificent view. I hadn’t seen one in many years, and his unexpected presence felt like a powerful confirmation arriving at precisely the right moment.
I was reminded of this again the following day during our return trip to Yosemite. What began as plans for three days of camping became a last-minute decision to simply go, feel it out, and allow the journey to become what it wanted to be.
In less than twenty-four hours, we drove to the National Park, climbed steep rocky trails to 11,250 feet beneath ever-changing clouds, followed rushing creeks and waterfalls, encountered marmots, discovered Great Horned Owl wing feathers and an ancient metamorphic stone resembling brilliant rainbow stained glass, and soaked in our campsite just like the peaceful doe that wandered by it twice, while watching a single shooting star cross the dark New Moon eclipse sky—a meteoroid burning through Earth’s atmosphere. Thunderstorms arrived during the night, and by morning it was clear our three days had become one.
Yet nothing felt missing.
After a perfect raven feather appeared, the rain paused long enough for one final hike filled with wild blueberries to feast on and two Amanita muscaria appearing almost as if the forest was offering its own farewell. The most enormous one appeared literally seconds after I said, “I know one is waiting.”
We drove beyond the park gates just as the rain and hail began again.
Nothing unfolded as originally planned, yet the experience felt complete.
There is a particular freedom in allowing our plans to remain in conversation with life—holding our intentions while leaving enough space for life to answer in ways we could never have arranged ourselves.
The more I live this way, the more I am reminded that we have always belonged to something immeasurably greater than ourselves. Somewhere along the way we began to imagine ourselves separate from the living world—apart from the rivers and mountains, the wild creatures and changing seasons, apart from one another, from our own hearts, and even from the Divine moving through all of life.
Yet nature never seems to forget this relationship.
The bear never questions whether it belongs.
The rabbit never wonders if it has earned its place.
The coyote moves naturally within the circle of life.
The hawk rides the unseen currents above, trusting the wider view.
The marmot greets each summer day with simple contentment.
The deer drinks quietly from the creek, completely at home in the present moment.
The grouse moves softly through the forest floor, trusting the shelter and rhythm of the land beneath her feet.
The butterfly opens its wings to what it has become, never questioning the transformation that carried it there.
The duckling follows the gentle current, held between instinct, water, and the quiet presence guiding them forward.
Mountains do not strive to become anything other than mountains, and wildflowers bloom without asking whether their timing is right.
Even the stars, the Sun, the Moon, and the planets move in quiet relationship with one another, each held within an unseen order that allows the whole to remain in harmony while each remains uniquely itself.
Perhaps our deepest harmony is found in remembering that we, too, belong to this living conversation.
That is why wild places have always felt so sacred to me.
Nothing in nature asks us to become more. The mountains, the rivers, the forests, and the stars simply receive us exactly as we are. In that quiet welcome, the layers we don’t even realize we are carrying begin to gently fall away.
One of the greatest gifts of wild places is that they do not tell us who we are.
They quietly remove everything that isn’t until all that remains is the quiet truth of our own heart.
Life might be quietly offering countless ways of meeting this very moment.
Maybe we have not forgotten who we are.
Only what we belong to.
It feels especially fitting, then, to finally share that our 2027 Egyptian pilgrimage has now found its own new rhythm.
Our new journey dates are April 7-25, 2027, and along with the shift in timing, the journey itself has evolved in ways that feel even more aligned with what we originally envisioned.
What was once planned for a larger group of ten has become an intimately and privately curated pilgrimage for just four participants. We have moved away from the constraints of a larger company and a more tightly structured itinerary to create something with greater freedom, depth, and spaciousness—allowing us to listen and respond to the journey as it unfolds.
This has opened the way for lesser-visited temples, more unique accommodations, two private cars and drivers, more relaxing and immersive time at the places we visit, and a much deeper opportunity to connect as a small group. There is something about the intimacy of four that feels beautifully suited to what we are creating—a more personal, family-like experience with the freedom to flow rather than feeling we need to move according to a larger group’s rhythm.
Even the shape of the pilgrimage has changed. What was originally a twelve-day journey with optional excursions afterward has expanded into a fully integrated eighteen-day experience, with a fifteen-day option available for those with tighter time constraints. The pilgrimage will gradually open beneath the New Moon as we move through Egypt, deepening along the way and ultimately culminating with our sacred private ceremony inside the Great Pyramid. For those joining us for the full eighteen days, the journey will then gently transition to the ocean in Hurghada, offering beautiful space to rest, integrate, and simply receive before returning home.
In many ways, it feels as though the journey itself has been asking for exactly what this season of my life has been teaching me—to loosen the structure enough for something richer to reveal itself.
Our revised itinerary and all of the latest details have been thoughtfully curated to reflect these changes and the deeper nature of what this pilgrimage has become.
Early Bird savings will be available for the full eighteen-day experience only and have been extended through September 9th (9/9), offering $500 USD off the pilgrimage when you reserve your place with a deposit on or before that date.
With this pilgrimage intentionally curated for just four participants, two spaces are currently being held for those who have already expressed their intention to join us. This means there may be only two spaces remaining for this intimate journey.
There is something I especially love about these new dates, too.
We will journey through Aries season, welcoming the Aries New Moon and allowing all that we experience to integrate as we approach the beginning of Taurus season. Our two-hour private entrance into the Great Pyramid will take place beneath the Full Pink Moon in Scorpio, creating a powerful closing to the pilgrimage and the work we have shared together.
None of it was planned this way, yet somehow it feels as though the journey has always known where it wished to be.
If this pilgrimage has been quietly stirring something within your heart, I would be honored to share the updated Journey Itinerary with you and answer any questions you may have.
Sometimes the places we are most deeply called to are not waiting for us to find them.
They have been patiently finding their way back to us all along.
Tania Marie: The Living Conversation
There is something I have been experiencing lately that feels difficult to explain, yet wonderfully natural at the same time.
The more wholeheartedly I meet life, the more I discover that life has been meeting me all along.
Not always through extraordinary moments, although those certainly find their way in. More often through an unmistakable feeling of relationship. As though the living world is continually responding to the way I choose to walk through it.
It feels less like searching for meaning and more like participating in a conversation that has quietly been unfolding simultaneously.
Recently, that conversation found its way into an unexpected friendship.
At the end of June, we were gifted with another beautiful evening of music from our now dear friend and extraordinarily talented violinist that was also attended by my classical music loving wild rabbit friend who sat outside the screen door, just feet away from the music.
As we talked long into the night, we discovered a shared childlike wonder and a way of moving through life that felt strangely familiar, as though we had quietly recognized one another beyond words.
When he learned about the room Astrid and I once shared and how it’s felt strange for me to spend time there since her passing, he gently offered to play a few songs he loves for renewing the energy of a space.
Without knowing it, he stood in the very place where she had taken her final breath.
Since that evening, I have returned to that room with an openness I hadn’t felt in a long time. It feels alive again. Or perhaps something within me quietly came alive again.
A few weeks later, we found ourselves wandering mountain trails together along with his cellist friend until well after sunset.
As we walked, I couldn’t help but smile at how familiar it all felt. We laughed at the same things, noticed the same small wonders, and delighted in the same enchanted corners of the forest. It felt as though wonder itself had found another heart fluent in its language.
Then, as if the evening wished to offer its own quiet smile, a brilliant rainbow stretched across the sky—the first we had seen there in a very long time.
Since then, the conversation has continued in the wild places that have always felt like home.
One afternoon in Hope Valley, thousands of migrating tortoiseshell butterflies streamed across the trail, brushing softly against my skin and hair. For a brief moment, one settled gently into my open palm before lifting once again into the mountain air.
I didn’t feel the need to understand it.
I simply received the moment with gratitude.
Life has continued meeting me in equally beautiful ways through unplanned journeys into Yosemite, where wildlife, hidden trails, magnificent Amanita muscaria mushrooms, pieces of obsidian, and countless quiet moments have felt less like discoveries to collect and more like old friends waiting to be remembered.
Perhaps that is why I already find myself preparing to return.
This week we’ll once again be wandering Yosemite’s trails, and only a few weeks later we’ll return beneath starlit skies with our dear friends, who just visited, for several more days of hiking, camping, laughter, and whatever quiet invitations the mountains choose to offer.
None of this was planned around celestial timing, which made me smile when I discovered that this week’s journey will have us camping beneath the New Moon Total Solar Eclipse in Leo, while the Perseid meteor shower peaks on the 12th.
And somehow, the conversation already seems to have begun.
Driving home the night of the 8/8 Lion’s Gate, I witnessed my first meteor breaking through Earth’s atmosphere—a giant orange fireball blazing across the sky (too fast to photograph), looking almost as though it had passed through a gateway of its own.
As if that weren’t potent enough, coyotes began howling excitedly throughout the forest behind our home. Their voices continued through the night and remarkably into the morning, carrying on for hours until nearly 9am, at times joined by a chorus of birds equally alive with activity.
And then, immediately afterward, my wild rabbit friend appeared.
I hadn’t seen her since the beginning of July (above photos), which coincidentally was also the first time two baby rabbits appeared together. After Foxglove’s passing, I realized I hadn’t been gifted with just one new little friend, but two.
She put on quite a display of her own—exploring, drinking, eating, running around, climbing into the pots and atop Buddha, greeting him and the standing rabbit statue nearby.
Then suddenly, the second rabbit appeared.
It all happened so quickly that I couldn’t capture them together, but there they were, chasing one another and playing. Soon I watched them one at a time, zooming exuberantly around the deck in circles.
My heart leapt with joy, accompanied by an inner sense of recognition around what is to come.
Their presence and energy feel distinctly different—fresh, expansive, and alive with something new. They seem to be growing into their own essence while carrying, for me, the feeling of a new era of regenerative transformation and cosmic love.
And suddenly I understood why names hadn’t come to me before.
It took seeing them together.
That morning, following the meteor and the chorus of coyote howls, I knew them as Isis and Osiris.
Over the last couple of weeks, these profound archetypes of the sacred feminine and masculine had been appearing with increasing emphasis, so the recognition was immediate. And once again, the timing seemed to weave another thread into the conversation.
As faery sister and astrologer Laura shared in her 8/8 New Moon Eclipse post:
“…an unusual meeting of asteroids Isis and Osiris, very close to the eclipse degree! Isis will be at 17° Leo, with Osiris at 19° Leo, and the Sun and Moon at 20° Leo. The meeting of these cosmic lovers brings radical regeneration and higher love into the mix.”
I don’t know exactly what awaits in Yosemite this week and beyond.
And somehow, that has become part of the joy.
Alongside all of this, something else quietly found its own natural timing.
I recently gave my website a complete reimagining.
It no longer felt like creating something new as much as allowing it to reflect who I had quietly become.
As these outer changes settled into place, I also found myself becoming increasingly aware of the larger energetic landscape unfolding around us.
There is a quiet sense I continue to carry that we are living through a profound season of becoming. Much feels to be rearranging beneath the surface before revealing itself more fully. At times it may feel uncertain or even disorienting, yet beneath it I continue to sense an invitation to move more gently, listen more deeply, and trust what quietly knows its way forward.
So, more than ever, I find myself wanting to remain available.
Available to love.
Available to wonder.
Available to friendship.
Available to unexpected beauty.
Available to the quiet ways life continues to reveal itself.
Because I have come to believe that the living world has never stopped being in conversation with us.
Perhaps we simply become more able to hear it as our hearts grow quieter.
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And when I return from this week’s New Moon journey into Yosemite, I’ll be sharing an update on our 2027 Egypt pilgrimage and the beautiful new unfolding it has taken.
Tania Marie: The Beauty of the Pause
Sometimes life invites us to pause not because nothing is happening, but because so much is quietly taking root beneath the surface.
This season has been full in ways that are difficult to measure, and I’ve found myself trusting these quieter spaces just as much as the moments that are ready to be shared. There is a gentle wisdom in allowing life to ripen in its own time.
I’ve been immersed in a lot here including many outdoor immersions, musical events, friend outings, a short getaway to Yosemite, a second backpacking trip back to my favorite spot where even more amazing crystals awaited me, and currently immersed in a week of shared adventures with our visiting friends – all punctuated with an abundance of magickal experiences.
And that’s just the outer world.
The inner world has continued to take deep twists and turns, while the new percolates and also asks of my attention to nurture and tend to.
As July gives way to August beneath the light of the recent, potent Full Moon, I simply wanted to send a little beauty and love your way, and wish you a peaceful beginning to the month because I know it’s a powerfully transformative time right now for everyone.
I look forward to sharing more with you soon.
In the meantime, I’ve added a couple of beautiful new crystal companions for anyone who feels called. You can find them here…Crystals
They are two incredibly special Starseeds – a Queen and a Magician – awaiting their soul companions, that feel intertwined with current energies we’re navigating. These Starseeds are the most amazing ones so far that I’ve had the honor to connect with myself.
Tania Marie: The Roots of Becoming ~ A New Moon Reflection & Crystal Offering
Wishing everyone a blossoming first New Moon of the Summer.
With the first New Moon of Summer arriving in Cancer, there is a quiet invitation to revisit what once longed to bloom but wasn’t yet ready. To look again with fresh eyes. To create spaces of nurturing where our deepest desires can safely take root.
If we long for our truest selves to bloom, strong roots and healthy soil matter.
So today I simply wanted to share a few glimpses from my own “garden of life,” which has become a lush little sanctuary for forest creatures and now two wild baby rabbit friends.
More on July’s animal visitors another time.
This New Moon also feels like a beautiful opportunity to notice where receiving and releasing may gently create more space for what is quietly waiting to emerge.
For me, this feels like a quiet pause between chapters.
Beneath everything, I sense something profound stirring below the surface—something that doesn’t yet have words, yet already feels as though it is reshaping the landscape of the years ahead.
Lately I’ve noticed an increase in time distortions, a soft dissolving of old boundaries, and a quiet knowing that a very different way of living is already taking shape beneath the surface. It may be a couple of years before its full expression appears, yet the flower has always been part of the seed.
Even the sunsets here have become nightly displays of sweeping colors through the trees, something unusually consistent for more than a week now. There is a lingering quality in the sky, as though something is quietly approaching.
Last week’s backpacking journey to one of my favorite places seemed to affirm this feeling. Before leaving, I carried the quiet knowing that a giant fully formed quartz crystal was waiting this year. When it appeared, I nearly fainted… lol.
Alongside that once-in-a-lifetime discovery for this wild alpine area came other extraordinary treasures—beautiful formed crystals, unusual growth patterns, the most smoky and smoky citrine pieces I’ve ever found there together (some of them I could fit in my hand all at once are in the photo below), and an ancient giant smoky quartz nugget I had also quietly felt would reveal itself this year. (I’ll try and share videos on Instagram of some standout beauties.)
These crystals were shaped through earthquakes, glaciers, volcanic activity, lightning, and ancient movements of the Earth. They are rarely pristine. Many carry fractures that have naturally healed over time.
Their essence speaks to the quiet beauty of transformation rather than perfection. To the unknown potential that emerges through life’s shaping forces before finding its way into the hands of a cosmic human.
If you’ve also felt a profound change quietly percolating within, you are not alone.
It may still seem as though little is happening, yet perhaps this is a season for receiving, resting, and allowing the unfolding to deepen its roots.
The mind measures time by how quickly things arrive.
The heart measures time by how deeply they become.
The mind wants certainty because certainty feels safe. The heart seeks alignment because alignment is true. One rushes toward an outcome. The other patiently becomes the person who can fully receive it.
A lotus does not rise before its roots are ready. It unfolds because that is how enduring beauty is born.
When I allow myself to rest, to listen, to receive, and to trust the unfolding, something far more enduring begins to emerge.
The foundation has had time to deepen. The heart has had time to align. The path no longer feels manufactured. It begins to reveal itself naturally.
The unfolding is not delaying the life we long for. It is quietly becoming the very foundation that allows it to endure.
There is a quiet wisdom in the whispers of the heart. The answers do not always arrive as quickly as the mind has been conditioned to expect, yet through trust, patience, and honoring each step, the magick quietly takes form.
Step out of the way to allow the way to unfold.
That same trust is guiding how the remaining crystal companions find the people they are meant to walk beside.
When I returned from the mountains, the guidance felt unmistakable. Rather than deciding with my mind how these final beings should find their new homes, I was simply invited to make space and trust the unfolding.
Because of that, two extraordinary crystal beings—the Pink Rutile Magickal Child a few of you have been asking about and the special Super 7 Elestial—are now available at 22% and 26% off. If one has quietly been calling to your heart, perhaps this is simply the moment the path between you naturally reveals itself.
Tania Marie: Returning to the Temple of the Heart ~ A January 2027 Pilgrimage to Egypt
UPDATE: This journey has shifted to April 2027. For more information on that please visit: A Freer Way of Being (Plus an Egypt 2027 Update)
Today’s share is one that is very dear to my heart, and I’m so grateful to finally be able to announce it.
I know some of you have felt this coming, while others have been eagerly awaiting it. Thank you for giving it the time it needed to unfold.
So, without further ado, I’m delighted to share a beautiful opportunity for soul remembrance, transformation, and embodied living in Egypt.
My dear friend, Mody Ra, has lovingly created a truly extraordinary Egyptian pilgrimage for those who feel called, and I am deeply honored that he has invited me to join him as the guest intuitive energy worker for this sacred journey of remembering and embodiment.
The pilgrimage will take place in January 2027, spanning 12 days and 11 nights through Egypt’s major sacred sites and energetic centers, with an optional 5-day, 4-night post-journey extension to explore the beauty of Alexandria along the Mediterranean before venturing into the timeless magic of the Siwa Oasis.
Among the many extraordinary experiences will be two private, two-hour visits—one inside the breathtaking Temple of Hathor at Dendera, and another within the King’s, Queen’s, and Subterranean Chambers of the Great Pyramid. Our time inside the Great Pyramid will take place beneath the first Full SuperMoon of 2027, offering what many experience as a profound closing initiation to the pilgrimage.
Those private experiences alone make this journey unlike others. Yet they are only the beginning.
Throughout our travels, there will be additional opportunities and sacred places that are not typically accessible to the public. Some will remain beautiful surprises, unfolding intuitively in harmony with the energy of each day. If you happened to see my recent post about my journey to Egypt in March, you may already have a glimpse of the kinds of extraordinary moments that sometimes become possible.
Mody has cultivated remarkable relationships throughout Egypt that allow for experiences few travelers ever encounter. Combined with the energetic intentions we hold together, unexpected doors have a way of opening.
To me, Egypt’s sacred sites have never felt like monuments alone. They are living spaces that seem to awaken something already present within us.
As we move through these ancient places, something begins to stir beneath the surface—not because the temples give us something we do not already possess, but because they quietly remind us of what has always been there.
Your heart recognizes.
And perhaps the greatest journey is not simply through Egypt, but into a deeper embodiment of yourself.
This is the pilgrimage we are honored to share.
The journey is intentionally limited to just 10 participants, allowing for an intimate experience and personalized support throughout our time together.
At this time, we are choosing not to publicly share the complete itinerary, allowing space for each person to quietly feel whether this journey is meant for them.
If your heart feels called, you are warmly invited to contact me through my CONTACT page or by email, or reach out to Mody on Instagram (@mody_raa). We would be delighted to send you the complete Journey Information Guide so you can explore the itinerary and quietly feel into whether it speaks to your heart.
There is also an Early Bird offering available through the 8/8 Lion’s Gate, with $500 USD off the pilgrimage when you reserve your place with a deposit.
As part of my own preparation, I’ll be returning to Egypt this October for three weeks to continue my personal initiations and deepen my own relationship with this sacred land and powerful energies, so I may support those joining us with even greater presence and care.
Although I know there will be more personal journeys to Egypt in my own future, I can’t know whether another opportunity to guest host alongside Mody will align with my own path. For those who have been hoping to journey through Egypt with me, I’m truly grateful to be able to share this invitation. So, with a grateful heart, I am simply saying yes to what is unfolding now.
To be part of this offering brings great joy to my heart—more than words can express.
We look forward to welcoming all who hear the quiet calling of their own hearts to the place I have long called my heartland…
Egypt.
And one final little offering… I’ve also added a few beautiful new crystals – 2 Amethyst from Australia and 1 Super 7 from Brazil – that are now available. If you’d like to explore them, you’ll find them here: Crystals
Tania Marie: Trusting the Unfolding
I hope everyone enjoyed a walk through Summer Solstice’s doorway this past weekend and received the gentle reminders of light, growth, blessings already present, and the quiet knowing that life is unfolding in its own perfect timing.
There are parts of us still blossoming.
Dreams still gathering strength beneath the surface.
Sacred seeds awakening in their own perfect time.
Summer Solstice always feels special to me.
A day that our bunny, Joy, left this earth plane, Astrid came into our lives, and is our wedding anniversary. This year it also aligned with Father’s Day, just like the year of our wedding.
Overall, it just carries a hopeful energy to me – much needed these days when it can be easy to let crazy energies get the best of us. And I’ve seen a lot of wild stuff lately. I’m grateful to have anchored my own center and peace that trusts in alignment.
All that is not aligned, will simply drop away or not affect us when we flow with that divine process.
Right now I’m looking forward to backpacking trips, summer visits with friends, new adventures, dreaming about new journeys, and continuing to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me.
As I always do, this season also invites reflection.
Many of those reflections arise from things I experience directly, while others emerge from witnessing the journeys of those around me. Recently, a common theme has been appearing again and again—one that has invited me to revisit what compassion, support, and trust truly look like.
It inspired these words that I recently shared on Instagram and felt guided to share again here, as it might be helpful or timely for someone else – especially empaths, caregivers, and healers:
Lately, I’ve been reflecting a lot on something that has not come easily for me.
For much of my life, compassion looked like giving more.
Holding more.
Carrying more.
Protecting more.
If someone I loved was struggling, every part of me wanted to help carry their burden.
And while there is beauty in that impulse, I began to wonder if there are times when what appears to be compassion is also a difficulty trusting another soul’s journey.
Standing with this tree, I found myself contemplating the wisdom of nature.
The tree offers so much.
Shade.
Shelter.
Beauty.
Presence.
Yet it remains deeply rooted in its own relationship with the earth.
It does not abandon itself in service to what grows around it.
Its giving and receiving exist in balance.
And perhaps that balance is part of what allows it to endure.
For those of us who feel deeply, it can be difficult to witness another’s struggle, especially when we can see the possibilities.
Yet life continues to show me that transformation cannot be given.
It can only be chosen.
We can offer love.
We can offer support.
We can illuminate a doorway.
But we cannot create another person’s commitment to walk through it.
Perhaps embodied integrity is learning to honor our own truth as faithfully as we encourage others to honor theirs.
To strengthen our boundaries not as acts of separation, but as acts of love.
To trust that every soul has its own timing, its own lessons, and its own path of becoming.
What we can offer is presence.
We can offer compassion.
We can offer possibility.
And then we can trust.
Trust another person’s capacity to meet their own life.
Trust that what feels difficult today may become the very catalyst for a different choice tomorrow.
The most powerful medicine we offer the world may not be found in what we say.
It may be found in what we embody.
Like the tree, we become a living example.
Rooted in truth.
Open in heart.
Offering love without carrying what is not ours.
And embodying the possibility that others may one day recognize within themselves.
For now, I remain grateful for the reminders this season continues to offer:
To trust the timing.
To honor the journey.
And to allow life to unfold as it will.
In my next post, I’ll be sharing an invitation for those who feel called to step more deeply into their own unfolding and transformation—into a journey of embodiment, presence, and lived experience.
Tania Marie: A New Chapter Begins
A new chapter begins.
I know many are moving through significant changes right now, which inspired this short reflection outside the scope of my posting these days.
And while transformation is unfolding, it can feel messy, uncertain, and even a little frightening when we cannot yet see where it will lead.
Yet nature continually reminds us that life moves in cycles, always forward.
As the Great Horned Owl guides us through life’s transitions with wisdom and courage, the swallowtail butterfly offers hope through transformation and spiritual awakening.
Together, they remind us to trust the journey, knowing that beyond every shadow awaits renewal and the possibility of new beginnings.
After witnessing Foxglove’s earthly journey come to an end, I now find myself welcoming a new little wild cottontail who first appeared beneath the deck on our camera while we were away and then stepped into the morning light just days ago.
As she now explores the garden, I can’t help but wonder if she may be one of Foxglove’s offspring.
She feels like a gentle messenger of continuity and renewal, though her name has yet to reveal itself – note the tiny brown heart in her fur.
Around her, the forest, meadows, and garden are lush with unexpected abundance.
New plants have mysteriously appeared alongside those I intentionally planted, and while only the daisies, lavender, and delphinium have begun to bloom, countless buds are waiting their turn.
Even the irises at my parents’ home carried the same message, greeting us after five weeks away with the most abundant bloom they’ve ever seen—a quiet reminder that life continues to unfold in beautiful ways with unexpected possibility.
The threads are still weaving, the picture not yet complete, but all signs point to new life emerging.
A new chapter is indeed in motion.
Keep believing, stay curious, listen between breaths, and continue taking one step at a time.
~ Some crystal skulls have been homed faster than I can announce them here in the last few days, but if you have been waiting for a rare and magickal one, this amazing one still awaits you too: Pink Rutile Magickal Child by renowned master carver, Leandro ~
Tania Marie: Between Thresholds: A Five-Week Journey Through Europe and Return to Self
Before initiation, there is often an in-between space—a fertile void on the verge of ignition. A quiet threshold humming with who we have been and what we are being invited to become.
Much like the recent Full Blue Moon in Sagittarius offered a passageway into expansion, meaning, and authenticity, every experience becomes an adventure of possibility when met with conscious presence.
Trusting the wisdom woven through our unique journeys—regardless of how they appear—creates an alchemy that transforms ordinary moments into vibrant expressions of being.
Everything continually returns me to the power of embodiment. Not only does it anchor personal transformation, it ripples outward, enriching the lives of others in ways we may never fully see.
When we stop searching outside ourselves for saviors or validation, we begin to remember that the divine was never separate from us. Just as nature effortlessly embodies its own sacred intelligence through every season, we too carry immeasurable richness within the seed of our soul.
What a gift it would be if more spiritual teachers focused on cultivating self-empowerment rather than dependency—encouraging remembrance, embodied action, and trust in one’s own direct experience.
There is no substitute for lived experience. To nurture that unfolding in one another is to support inner power rather than power over.
Recent experiences have shaped my heart much like a divine mother shaping clay in weathered yet loving hands. I find myself leaning into greater vulnerability, deeper softness, and a more wholehearted trust in the unknown.
There is a profound spiritual activation unfolding—one that feels as though my inner world is reshaping my physical reality to accommodate what is emerging. The result has been a deep cleansing on many levels.
It feels fitting that this process culminated on the island of Madeira, one of the destinations on the five-week journey I have just returned from.
Madeira is renowned for its breathtaking landscapes, volcanic origins, ancient forests, and unique energetic presence. The island seems to invite regeneration, reflection, and spiritual growth in a way that is difficult to fully explain until experienced firsthand.
Home to a prehistoric laurel forest more than twenty million years old, Madeira carries a primal quality that immediately stirred something ancient within me.
The island became a living mirror.
At times, that mirror appeared through long subterranean water channels and tunnels that plunged us into damp darkness, requiring headlamps to navigate the unknown.
At other times, it emerged through steep ascents that demanded endurance and trust. The equally challenging descents reflected the inner landscapes being traversed—moments of humility, surrender, resilience, and quiet transformation unfolding step by step, breath by breath.
One of those trails was Madeira’s iconic PR1 Vereda do Areeiro, connecting Pico do Arieiro and Pico Ruivo high above the clouds. Known as the “Stairway to Heaven,” it felt less like a hike and more like a sacred passage of initiation—one where everything unnecessary gradually falls away so something more essential can emerge.
A threshold between who we have been and who we are becoming.
There were moments when nothing existed except breath, terrain, presence, and the next step.
No distraction.
No rushing.
Only surrender to what the path required.
And as often happens in life, the magick appeared after the initiation.
Madeira itself feels deeply spiritual. Volcanic earth, ancient forests, dramatic cliffs, shifting mists, and endless Atlantic horizons create the sense that the land is in constant conversation with something beyond the visible world.
Every climb humbled me.
Every descent softened me.
And somewhere in between, old grief began to rise—not to overwhelm, but to move. To be released.
In its place, a quieter strength began taking root.
One experience remains especially vivid.
During a hike, a woman in our group suffered severe heat stroke. She collapsed, became ill, and struggled to continue. Without hesitation, I felt exactly why I was there—to offer both physical and energetic support as she moved through the experience.
As we slowly continued our ascent, she shared that she had recently lost her son to suicide only days before the trip.
Suddenly, the deeper nature of her journey became visible.
The mountain was not merely a mountain.
It was part of a healing process already underway.
Moments like that stay with me. They remind me that alignment is not always mystical or grand. Sometimes it is simply being exactly where you are needed, without resistance, without questioning—just responding.
A similar experience unfolded later in the journey when another woman collapsed during an event in Berlin and I found myself assisting until she recovered.
While navigating my own transformation, I was repeatedly reminded of the mysterious timing through which souls meet one another.
Humanity itself is the miracle.
To feel fully alive is not about transcending our humanity but embracing it.
It is a widening of the heart.
A deeper presence.
A willingness to meet life in its fullness.
Earlier this year in Egypt, I experienced initiations that revealed extraordinary heights of spirit within the body.
In Europe, the initiations took me in the opposite direction—into greater depths. They invited faith when the climb felt grueling and revealed how spirit and body can work together to create softer, more balanced landings.
Neither journey was greater than the other.
Both were gifts.
Both were essential.
Because we rarely find what we are searching for.
We find what we are ready to see.
I don’t intend to recount every experience from the five-week journey or share every photo that inspired me to pause and capture a moment. I shared near-daily images and destination reflections on Instagram as a simple way to journal the travels while offering insights that might be collectively supportive.
This space calls me differently. Here, I prefer to share what remains after the dust settles—the deeper takeaways, the embodiment reflections, and the experiences that continue to live within me. Throughout this post, I’ll weave in some favorite images that offer not only a glimpse of the places themselves, but of how their energy moved through me and integrated into my being.
Over five weeks, we traveled through London, the Lake District, Rome, Madeira, Lisbon, Nice, and Berlin—each offering its own blend of history, beauty, challenge, and transformation.
Dave meticulously planned a full and seamless itinerary, balancing unique experiences, tours, and discoveries, while I helped shape the spaces in between.
Together, we learned how to shape future journeys so that balance is woven into the experience rather than something that must be consciously cultivated each day.
The journey held a blend of city exploration and deep immersion in nature, including our first walking tours.
One was a self-guided pilgrimage through England’s Lake District, where we spent three days hiking 10 to 12 miles a day through breathtaking landscapes while our bags awaited us at each destination.
More than a hike, it felt like a sacred remembering—of presence, of what truly matters, and of how fleeting and full of possibility this life can be. It became a meditation in motion.
And perhaps that is what happens when we fully arrive in the present moment—we become participants in the magick we’re experiencing.
One such moment arrived in the form of a Fell pony waiting quietly along the trail. Ten minutes with him felt like ten lifetimes. We were old friends remembering one another.
His grounded presence carried a quiet sense of love, strength, and guardianship, while the wind whispered reminders that we are never truly alone.
So many special moments the Lake District held for me, including a valley suspended as a realm between worlds where it was just me and this Tree of Life in a sacred exchange of spiritual awakening about eternal life, love, and rebirth. I had a very magickal experience take place here.
It reminded me of scenes from the movie, The Fountain.
Our second walking adventure took place on the island of Madeira (as mentioned)—a guided, group experience through dramatic volcanic landscapes and rugged mountain trails. Unlike the solitude of the Lake District, Madeira offered reflections through community and the dynamic exchange between inner and outer worlds.
Both demanded presence and invited transformation. One offered silence and solitude; the other offered mirrors through connection. Each became its own path of remembering.
The hiking tours were the highlights of the journey for me.
Nice felt the most nurturing as a city, while London surprised us with a week of sunshine, spring gardens, music, whimsical tea parties that delighted my faery heart, and a long-awaited visit with the Rosetta Stone.
Every place offered its own gifts, but beneath the experiences was an energetic undercurrent that resonated differently in each destination. I quickly sensed where I felt most aligned and where challenges would become invitations for growth.
With the exception of London and Nice, every destination was new to us. While cities are rarely where I feel most at home, each revealed something meaningful.
Rome felt suspended between mortality and eternity—from the Ossuary Crypt and Colosseum to ancient baths, basilicas, hidden gardens, the Torre Argentina Cat Sanctuary, a five-encore world-class pianist performance, and moments of unexpected beauty woven throughout the city.
Lisbon enchanted me with its ocean views, fairytale castles, and quiet moments of wonder—like discovering a towering white Bird of Paradise while wandering through a garden.
Berlin carried a different kind of magick. Quiet time along the Spree River and wandering parks, a magickal cemetery beside remnants of the Berlin Wall, moving through echoes of the past and the future, encounters with 11 wild rabbits, the Nefertiti bust (which I hope will one day return to Egypt), and a moving symphony marking the conductor’s retirement, ending in a collective German song sung in harmony.
The only disappointment was missing the Ishtar Gate, which remains inaccessible during the Pergamon Museum’s long restoration until 2037—especially meaningful as it features in my painting Fire from the In Lak’ech series, making its nearness feel significant nonetheless.
And everywhere we traveled, Egypt found me—through artifacts, symbols, and synchronicities that appeared like a familiar thread quietly weaving itself through the entire journey.
Yet all of this only scratches the surface of what we experienced.
I’ve shared many of the journey’s energetic themes on Instagram, but what feels most important to explore here are the deeper threads that emerged beneath it all—the lessons, synchronicities, and transformations that continue to reshape something within me.
The farther I traveled, the more I returned to myself.
Somewhere across five weeks in Europe, I realized this journey was never only about movement. Each place peeled back another layer, revealing what was ready to be released. A physical cleansing mirrored the internal process—a shedding of old patterns, inherited heaviness, and limiting stories in order to see and feel more clearly. With each destination came a deeper opening into presence, possibility, and expansion.
Ending in Berlin felt especially fitting.
The city carries the energy of continual rebirth—a place where destruction and reinvention coexist, and where what was once divided has been reunited. Standing where the Berlin Wall once separated worlds, I could feel the lingering imprint of both division and reconciliation, making it a powerful reflection of the integration unfolding within and collectively.
As the journey progressed, intensity softened into balance. Contrasts began to harmonize rather than compete. Effort gave way to flow, and the rhythm of travel started mirroring an inner alignment. The heart’s capacity expanded—not as a concept, but as a lived experience.
That softening was deepened by our return to Nice, France—a place that feels like a meeting point between worlds, where city and nature exist in quiet harmony rather than competition.
The French Riviera feels written into my spirit as much as my bloodline. My mother was born in Southern France, and I feel her adventurous heart alive within me whenever I wander these coastlines and surrender to the sea.
After weeks of movement, challenge, and transformation, Nice felt like an exhale.
The sea, the light, the rhythm of walking, and the ease of slipping between stillness and exploration created a kind of nourishment I rarely associate with cities. There is an unmistakable joie de vivre here—as if life itself is meant to be savored rather than chased.
What moves me most is how naturally contrast is held.
Urban edges and natural beauty.
Structure and softness.
Inspiration and rest.
Nothing competes. Everything belongs.
And somewhere within that harmony, something in me began quietly reorganizing itself.
The Mediterranean feels like a living prayer—ancient, mystical, and endlessly deep. These waters have carried civilizations, grief, beauty, devotion, and countless stories across millennia. When I enter them, I feel something soften, as though the sea remembers what the soul forgets.
Perhaps it is no coincidence that these same waters touch the shores of Egypt—the land that has long felt like a spiritual homecoming for me.
Sometimes it feels as though the sea itself is connecting distant pieces of my heart.
After so much time integrating, balancing, and supporting others through their own experiences, the Mediterranean offered a simpler invitation:
Surrender.
Be held.
There is nothing you need to force.
And in that gentle remembering, I found clarity returning, creativity awakening, and a deeper trust in the wisdom of softness.
Because softness is not weakness.
It is strength without armor.
And an open heart will always find its way home.
Some places meet the soul in immediate resonance, while others arrive as teachers through contrast.
Part of this journey has been learning to anchor my energy in environments that don’t naturally feel aligned. Not being a city person, I often seek the quieter beauty within a place—the gardens, flowers, ocean air, art, music, and hidden moments of stillness. These become invitations to slow down, breathe, and return to presence.
I’ve also reflected on how resistance often arises when experiences challenge the identities we’ve grown attached to. We cling to what feels familiar because it confirms who we believe we are, while contrast invites expansion. Not every place is meant to become home, but many arrive to loosen what we’ve outgrown.
Travel—and life itself—will always bring contrast. The gift is allowing each experience to soften us, deepen our awareness, and widen our capacity to love.
Many of the places we visited carried echoes of humanity’s contradictions and complexities. Yet I kept returning to one simple truth: we are not bound to repeat the past simply because we inherited it.
To move consciously through the world is its own form of transformation.
Wherever I go, I try to meet what has been and transmute it through what I choose to carry now—harmony, compassion, awareness, and change.
Travel, for me, is not simply about seeing places. It is about meeting their spirit, and allowing them to meet mine.
Even in moments where the energy felt difficult, I experienced a sense of protection and grace that deepened my trust in prayer, intention, and the unseen ways we are held.
In this season of softening, I’ve been deepening into body wisdom, stillness, clarity, truth, and boundaries—opening to greater vulnerability, joy, and receptivity.
Perhaps the deepest gift of being alive is the ability to feel fully and without condition—to let the heart expand beyond limitation.
It is humbling to stand within places that have shaped centuries of human experience while remembering that the future is still being written through the frequency we embody today.
As the Ossuary Crypt reminds us through the bones of the Capuchin monks:
“What you are now, we once were; what we are now, you shall be.”
So I try to live fully and love deeply, without clinging.
This life is only a passage—a brief, sacred unfolding within something far greater than we can see.
Being away is a gift—an opportunity to explore, expand, and be shaped by the cultures and energies of each place. Yet there is always a quiet softness in returning home.
Back to the mountains, forests, and lakes that have held me through so many seasons. Back to this alpine landscape—close enough to the stars that it feels familiar to my spirit, and wild enough that every breath feels like medicine for body, heart, and soul.
I left to explore and returned to find expansion already blooming beneath my feet.
The past weeks continue to move through me, settling into place. As I wander Tahoe again, I hear a quiet whisper from the land: keep following what lights you up, expand your horizons, and set your heart free.
Before we left, we prepared the garden for spring—clearing, restoring the driplines, and witnessing crabapple blossoms, hyacinths, and daffodils come alive. We planted a new Incense Cedar before heading out, and returned to lushness, with the forest in full spring bloom.
Now, the garden feels self-sustaining. There is little to do but witness its unfolding.
Coyote was the gatekeeper of the threshold we were crossing at the start of our journey.
Bear was the gatekeeper of the threshold we were returning through anew.
And to anchor the new energy, I brought home three Delphiniums to plant in the garden—drawn to them instinctively.
Later, their symbolism revealed why: protection, an open heart, joy, lightness, and limitless possibility. Named for their dolphin-shaped buds (Delphinium comes from the Greek word delphis, meaning dolphin), their towering spires also speak to spiritual growth and rising beyond challenge.
Embodied living is alignment with the truth of who you are, and the natural flow of consciousness itself.
As I continue to integrate the past weeks, I find myself naturally slowing down—re-entering daily rhythms, catching up on things, and moving through messages and correspondence at a more spacious pace, all while easing into the transition toward summer at a more unhurried rhythm. There is a softness in this re-entry, a need for room to simply settle and land.
Even with the nurturing spaces we experienced along the way, the intensity of travel—especially through busier, more crowded cities—has left me with a deep appreciation for stillness and solitude as I re-ground.
Since returning, the remaining crystal skulls have all lovingly found their homes, each one continuing its journey in new hands. One very special piece has now spoken to be seen, held in honor of these new energies and the approaching brilliance of summer, gently woven into this unfolding season: Crystals & Crystal Skulls