Poem: The weight of a feather

You have journeyed far, bearing the suitcase of your past and countless lifetimes. Every step, a testament to your endurance, each breath, a whisper of resilience. It is time now, dear traveler, to transfer its weight from rock to feather. Unzipped and peeled back are the burdens, no longer to be dragged or summoned as echoes of what was.

In the gentle twilight of one’s soul, you honor the reflection and its remnants that echo through the corridors of time, sending them kindness, compassion, and gratitude for the journey that has brought you to this sacred space now. Within a paused moment, you acknowledge the lessons, the scars, the tears. Each one, a page in your book, to be filed into the Akashic of your becoming. You place them gently on the shelf, their purpose fulfilled.

Grab laughter by the hand, happiness, and love as reminders that the climb is no longer. You awaken, woven into the threads of all that is. Time is no longer linear but ripples that encompass you, gifting you sight to open windows and walk through doors without hesitation or worry of where each step will take you. You trust, even when it is unclear where you are going. Faith and hope are all that you carry now, with love guiding the way. 

The Fool.

A personal intuitive channeling connected to the energy of the Fool Tarot Card in this moment of time.

 I carry hope in my pocket as if it were a shiny penny found heads up on an unsuspecting path. I often struggle to stay in my thoughts without a destination, for my mind is but a dreamer—always searching, filled with wonder and delight, as often as it is equally consumed by worry, wishing those visions to pass more fleetingly, and with less discomfort, to see the world through the lens of a fool —childlike, without a care or cause, everything that stands in front of me is an adventure. Now, who will I become today, I ask myself?

There is no greater reward than to relish in these thoughts of opportunity that lie ahead. No choices to be made, no crossroads, for all I see is but a path before me and two feet to take me there.

The Fool Tarot Card Image Source: The Light Seer’s Tarot by Chris Anne

Blank pages

A woman approached a child sitting on a curb, flipping through the pages of a book with a sad expression. "Why are you so sad?" she inquired. She sat down beside the child and looked down at the empty pages of the book. "How exciting," the woman leaned in and whispered. The child looked puzzled as she leaned in once more and whispered again. "Looks like there's plenty of room to tell a story, doesn't it?" The child looked up and smiled. "Yeah," the child replied.

“This story came through in one of my morning meditations. What a beautiful reminder that even when we feel empty or lost, there is always room to create something new, to tell our own stories, and to bring joy to ourselves and others.”