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05/10/2026

The Sacred Wisdom of Not Knowing - Hello beautiful souls 🥰
Here in Tasmania, the clocks moved forward over the weekend, and I’m still feeling the loss of that hour. I’ve been extraordinarily tired these past couple of days, when normally the arrival of Spring brings a much-needed lift after winter.

But Spring in Tasmania is the most unpredictable of seasons. The forecast says one thing; the sky does another. Clouds gather, winds rise, snow falls and then, just as suddenly, the grey dissolves into the most astonishing rose-pink light. It's still an adjustment after all my years living in El Scorchio de la Sydney.

I’m beginning to feel perhaps there is a lesson in that unpredictability. We tend to think of uncertainty as something to fear, (changeability can be chaotic and destabilising) but sometimes uncertainty is the very thing that returns us to our own wisdom. When the way ahead isn’t clearly marked, we are invited to slow down, discern, listen more deeply and decide what feels true for us.
Sometimes the Tarot or the Akashic Records will reveal only what we need to know right now. Not because wisdom is being withheld but because part of the lesson is learning to trust our own instincts, exercise our free will and choose our next step.

I know this myself as I’ve been struggling with something in my own life that requires me to go deep and figure out the next steps and Tarot is not helping at this point ...😆

Even when we are given the answers, it doesn’t necessarily mean we will act upon them. Humanity has understood the dangers of climate change for decades, yet knowledge alone has not been enough to create the change required.

We are living through uncertain times. Decisions made by world leaders can seem as changeable as a Tasmanian Spring sky, and it is easy to feel powerless beneath forces much larger than ourselves.

But you have to know you are not powerless - far from it!

The planetary weather carries a similar message. With much of the slower-moving sky currently retrograde, we are being invited to pause, reconsider old structures and question what no longer serves us. It is a time for deeper reflection, wiser choices and conscious change.

Saturn reminds us to take responsibility for what is ours to tend. Uranus reminds us that the future may require new thinking. Neptune asks us to listen beneath the noise, while Pluto continues its long work of bringing hidden truths and outdated systems into the light.

Meanwhile, back here on Earth, El Niño is strengthening. El Niño is a natural climate cycle (not the same thing as climate change) but it is unfolding within a warming world. We don’t know precisely how every place or season will be affected. Planetary influences and forecasts - whether from Tarot or the weather station, provide guidance rather than a fixed answers or a fixed fate.

With so much energy gathering around “uncertainty” perhaps we can adopt preparation as a form of spiritual practice.

Preparing does not mean expecting disaster or surrendering to fear. It means listening to the land, watching the skies and paying attention to that inner voice telling us to grow our own veggies, or to stock up the pantry. It means being aware of what's going on in the world so we can anticipate or discern where our attentions should focus next.

There is something sacred in readiness: storing water, clearing gutters, caring for the garden, making our homes safer, checking on animals and looking out for neighbours.
These are not acts of fear. This is all about us caring, being compassionate, using our intelligence and listening to our inner knowing. Being practical puts you back in control – not at the mercy of the fates.

We can’t control the weather, the world’s leaders or every outcome in our own lives. But neither are we helpless within the storms that pass through. When we remain grounded and rooted, like trees, we can bend without breaking. We can prepare without panicking, stay informed without becoming overwhelmed, and take wise action without allowing fear to govern our days.

Welcome to Spring. There may be a few storms ahead, in the skies and in the wider world, but there will also be unexpected clearings and moments of breathtaking light.

Keep an eye on the forecast. Tend what is yours to tend. Dress for the conditions, and, this being Tasmania, means keeping both the rain jacket and the sunhat by the door.

Whatever the seasons of your life bring, you are far more capable, resilient and resourceful than you think.

On that note, I am off for an early night. Who knows, I may even discover that lost hour somewhere ...

Love and Light beautiful souls. I’ll be back in a few days with a reading.
Evie xx

I hope you like my little Spring Haiku from "I find myself...under Tasman skies"

22/09/2026

Hello beautiful souls✨ How are you all? I am sharing a short message from the Akashic Records earlier this evening. I am sharing it with a smile because I had no real awareness of what was going to come through. I hadn't asked for any specific wisdom, and yet the message turned out to be a timely reminder of something I could apply in my own life. I thought perhaps this was one of those messages that was just for me so I wasn't going to share it initially. Once I had finished writing I thought "OK well I'll pull a couple of cards for the collective just to see if there is an alternative, but similarly uplifting message to share." I couldn't believe the cards that came through. The words given to me earlier seemed to totally mirror the cards that came later - so this was obviously a message for all of us - and my Akashic Guides were making doubly sure you received the message as they intended ... Obviously this message is for someone reading this (and not just me ...lol)

The turning of the wheel brings us around to the Spring Equinox here in the Southern Hemisphere. It’s a moment of balance between darkness and light – a moment where we find ourselves standing at another threshold - that sacred place between what has been and what has not yet fully taken form.

We are not born into one fixed and immovable destiny. We arrive with many pathways before us: many pathways of possibility and probability, each holding different experiences, lessons, relationships and opportunities for growth. As we travel down our chosen path, the original pathways still remain available to us, meaning we can change direction at any given moment if that's what we decide.

Some pathways become more likely because of the choices we have already made, the patterns we carry and the circumstances surrounding us. Yet probability is not certainty.

Nothing is entirely written in stone. The pathways of probability and possibilities are what we have come to understand as ‘free will’.

We are always in co-creation with the Divine and we are always in a dance – a relationship - with what is ‘becoming’ or unfolding.
Through free will, conscious choice and the way we respond to the world around us, we can strengthen one possibility while allowing another to gently fall away.

Sometimes we make these choices through brave, assertive and bold action. Sometimes the pathway changes because we finally say no or we speak a truth, release an old story or choose to believe that something different is possible. Sometimes our greatest shift begins with one quiet step over an invisible threshold – a moment in time, unseen by others or a quiet thought that becomes impossible to silence.

We don’t need to know where this new path will lead. The pathway is asking whether we are willing to consider the possibility of something more.

We may still carry uncertainty with us. We may still feel the pull of the familiar path behind us because that is what’s known. Courage isn’t about being ‘certain’.

If you are feeling there is another direction you wish you had travelled, a longing that you can’t explain, an alternative decision you wish you had made, it may be time to ask yourself an important question.

Are you ready to see what else is possible?

At the Equinox, light and darkness stand together in balance. Neither is denied. Neither is allowed to tell the whole story. At any point you can decide what that story will be.

Embrace this as a moment to consider stepping over that threshold.

We do not have to deny what we have experienced in order to choose a different future. We do not have to pretend that a difficult path was easy before stepping onto a gentler one. We can honour everything that brought us to this moment without allowing the past to decide every moment that comes next. It’s not a failure to change paths. Sometimes we have to travel far enough down one path to gain the wisdom we need before taking an alternative journey.

There are possibilities around us that we can’t yet see. There are doors that only become visible once we are ready to approach them.

There are pathways that only begin to form under our feet after we take the first step.

So, as we stand at this Equinox threshold, perhaps we might ask:

Which possibility am I giving my energy to?
Which pathway am I strengthening through my thoughts, choices and actions?
What am I ready to leave on this side of the threshold?
And, what might become possible if I step forward with love rather than fear?

You don’t need to have the whole journey mapped out today.
You are simply being invited to recognise that another pathway exists and that you have more power than you realise to choose the direction in which you travel.

The Sacred Mothers and Ancient Grandmothers ask you to step across this threshold consciously.

May we remain open to pathways we have not yet imagined.
May we choose the possibilities that lead us closer to truth, love, freedom and the fullest expression of who we came here to become.
The future is not a single road waiting to happen to us.

It is a living field of possibility and with every loving, conscious choice, we help to shape the path ahead. ✨

And so it is ✨

With love and light always,
Evie 🤍

07/09/2026

𖤓𖣠 ⚛🔯𖣠𖤓

Hello, beautiful souls and lightworkers I hope you are well.

Today, I’d like you to think about the last time you challenged a deeply held, negative belief about yourself. Ooooh ... Perhaps you’ve never really thought about that one.😊

I see these core beliefs appear frequently in energy work and in my work with my beautiful writing clients. They can show up as self-sabotage or as an automatic conclusion that we aren’t good enough, worthy enough or capable enough.

They are often formed in childhood and can follow us well into adulthood, sometimes without us even realising it. We simply decide we can’t do something, and never venture in that direction again.

𖣠𖤓 ⚛🔯𖣠𖤓

As many of you know, I love nothing more than being in the flow: channelling words and messages, writing, and helping others do the same.

A couple of years ago, I felt called to challenge a core belief I had carried since childhood, the belief that I wasn’t any good at what I considered to be “real creativity”.

I love writing. I couldn’t exist in a world without it. Writing has sustained me throughout my career, helped me heal, and enabled me to help others heal. I love books. I love reading other people’s words. Writing is my thing!

BUT I also adore colour and design. I love creating spaces that evoke emotion and offer a feeling of warmth and safety. I love being surrounded by art, and I feel most at home among creative people.

There was no shortage of artistic inspiration in my family, or good genes. 😆 My brother and sister are Fine Art Honours graduates from Duncan of Jordanstone College of Art and Design in Dundee. My mother was accepted into the iconic Glasgow School of Art in the 1960s. Her father was a landscape artist and, on her mother’s side, her grandfather was a silversmith.

I remember being about five or six when my mother gave me a tutorial on how to draw an eye. Hers looked so lifelike that I begged her to teach me to draw just like her.

Alas, I was a huge disappointment.

If I hadn’t wanted to please her so much, it might have been funny. But she seemed genuinely incredulous that she could have given birth to a child so obviously lacking in basic artistic talent.
My page was covered in grubby fingerprints and creased where I had repeatedly tried to rub out the lines. From the exasperated expression on my mother’s face, I understood one thing very clearly: I was no good at art.

It is incredible how quickly a core belief can form in childhood and how quietly it weaves itself into our perception of who we are.

In my case, the belief was probably reinforced by a throwaway comment my mother once made about being unable to take up her place at art school because I came along. Somehow, I absorbed that double helping of disappointment. I’m sure she would never have wanted me to feel that way had she realised.

The belief remained unchallenged even though I later achieved consistent 'A's in Art at O Grade and Higher level, and studied Graphic Design at college while cutting my teeth in journalism.
By then, my younger brother and sister were displaying immense natural ability, and I’m sure my mother was relieved that she had only produced one dud in the family. 😆

My first three jobs were in design, including one with a chic boutique agency on the outskirts of London, before I crossed to the dark side of communications and then editorial. At every stage of my career, I briefed and worked closely with designers.

The evidence was everywhere. Yet the belief persisted because, by then, I was the one perpetuating it.

I continued to dabble in the ‘arts’, but I gradually stopped because I didn’t feel I had the right to draw or paint, not when I compared myself to the rest of my family. I didn’t need their pity 😆

𖤓𖣠 ⚛🔯𖣠𖤓

Then, last year, I decided to do something simply because I thought I’d enjoy it, even though I “knew” I was no good.

I signed up for an incredibly creative and sacred journey with Julia Ingles, who taught me her method of creating Spirit Dolls.
I could talk all day about the synchronicities between Julia’s life and mine. She is a talented and impressive creatrix based in Tasmania, with strong cultural ties to Scotland and Ireland. She works in ways that feel familiar to me, through old wisdom and many of the same frames of reference. There was a certain knowing when she appeared on my path with her magical work.

Apart from generously sharing her knowledge and talent, Julia gave me another gift: she helped me silence the perfectionist voice and the inner critic and encouraged me to step into the flow, just as I do when writing, channelling and working with energy. I realised this was exactly how I mentored those who wish to learn how to use writing as a healing modality. To do this, you HAVE to forget what you were taught at school. Those rules hold you back from accessing that inner knowing, the place you need to reach before true healing can begin.

My first Spirit Doll is precious to me because she took form within my hands without conscious control or direction. She is a channelled elder who was waiting to come through in this form.

I had never experienced channelling through anything other than healing or writing, yet my hands seemed to know what to do. By the time I had finished, I felt that I knew her. I knew she was an ancestor from the Isle of Lewis, even though at that time, I wasn’t aware of such an ancestor (that’s another story for another time).
She is not perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but she holds the essence of something familiar. There is something very real about the energy she carries.

The sheer joy I felt when I realised she didn’t resemble a strange little science experiment was incalculable. 😆

And even if she had, that would have been all right too (although, of course, the perfectionist did pipe up from time to time).

Since then, I’ve continued experimenting with wool, herbs, shells and the elements. My fabulous neighbour, who keeps alpacas, even gave me some alpaca wool to work with. The whole creative process has been a gift. It feels very much like women working together in the old ways. 😁

Most importantly, these sacred little beings take form without any preconceived idea of how they should look.

And that is the message I want to share with you today.

If there is something in this world that makes you think, “I’d love to be able to do that,” or “I’d love to try something creative,” please do it.

Life is short, and you may surprise yourself.

Even if you believe you are “no good”, perhaps you simply haven’t found the right form, application or expression of the craft you are longing to explore. Perhaps you haven't found the right mentor who speaks in a language that resonates.

For me, the healing came through surrendering the need to please the inner critic. It meant reassuring my inner child that perfection was not necessary when creating with joy and love. Perfectionism holds you back from experiencing that sublime flow.

I stopped trying to create something that would please someone else. I released the idea that creativity had to look a certain way to be real or valuable. I allowed myself to enjoy the process. And that has been the Medicine these little vessels carry for me.
In working this way, I have begun to dissolve the old belief I held about myself.

I should say that I still can’t draw. 😆 But I love painting with acrylics and watercolours. I find it wonderfully relaxing, and every now and again something beautiful appears on the page, quite by accident, of course…lol.

I love painting my home and creating spaces that carry meaning and emotion. I love colour. I love photography. And, of course, I love writing. So, I suppose I am creative (she says scrunching her face up...lol) I had simply become fixated on being good at that one particular thing because I wanted to create the kind of magic my mother could make on a canvas.

That’s the thing about negative core beliefs: they can prevent us from seeing all the evidence that tells a different story. We just see the evidence that supports our beliefs. Isn't it weird how the positive stories are just a little harder to believe about ourselves?

Sometimes, we need another person to give us permission to do things differently, or to recognise our gifts and reflect them back to us.

Parents, teachers, mentors, carers, older siblings and cousins hold enormous power in the lives of the children around them. Children absorb everything, every encouraging word, every disappointed expression, every emotion left unspoken, yet heard loud and clear. Children weave what they have absorbed into beliefs about themselves and their place in the world. By the time we get to adulthood, it can be difficult to recognise the threads that rob us of joy or prevent us from doing something we would love to do.

But let’s not forget how powerful a kind word, gentle encouragement or supportive mentor can be too.

My mother may have made me feel like a “coo with a gun” when I was five or six 😆, but do you know the part of the story I haven’t shared with you?

My mother taught me to read and write before I started school.

She used to read to me all the time. She’d put on the voices of the characters in the book and make every story come alive. That was when I felt closest to her.

What a gift she gave to me.

The love of words, story and making meaning has sustained me and carried me throughout my entire life, whether professionally, spiritually or philosophically. My love of words grew because it was a moment of emotional connection with a mother who, through no fault of her own, didn’t know how else to connect with me. It grew because the message was reinforced while I was still a child, so it became a core belief.

A positive, life-affirming core belief that helped me look after myself and my daughter when we were on our own in Sydney. For that, I am eternally grateful.

That is the story I always chose to focus on, but now I realise it doesn't mean I'm 'no good' at everything else. Now I know that I am creative. I simply have to add my own flourish, my own signature to whatever I create, without comparing my expression with anyone else’s.

We are all unique, with something valuable to contribute. We are all creative beings. That is part of what it means to be human.
Each of us is a unique expression of the same universal creative Source: individual patterns within the greater pattern, like the repeating fractals of the Flower of Life.

𖣠𖤓 ⚛🔯𖣠𖤓

Over time, I will introduce you to the Goddesses, Guides, Wisdom Keepers and Spirit Companions who have been taking form beneath my hands.

Each one is precious to me, not only because she was channelled and brings through her own message, but because she embodies what can emerge when we challenge an old belief and allow our creativity to find its own form.

Perhaps your Medicine is waiting within something you have always longed to try. Or perhaps, among these sacred little beings, there will one day be a Wisdom Keeper whose Medicine feels as though it has been waiting especially for you.

I’d love to hear about a life-limiting or long-held belief you carry about yourself. Would you like to challenge it? Can you trace back to where this belief started? Tread gently and with compassion. You may discover a sacred thread woven through your ancestral line✨

Love & Light beautiful souls.

I may dip my toe in the Akashic realms or bring forward some Tarot wisdom in the coming days. Feel free to let me know if you have any general (not personal) questions you would like me to ask✨🥰

In the meantime, it's time to release the beliefs that have been holding you back ✨💫

𖣠𖤓 ⚛🔯𖣠𖤓

05/09/2026

Hello beautiful souls, I hope you are well. I decided against sharing the most recent messages from Tarot last night. If there had been something significantly different, or if my guides had urged it, then I would have shared, but there is nothing to be gained and nothing we can do at this moment to turn the tide of what is playing out. Sometimes the best thing we can do is attend to our own well-being and regulate our nervous system. That way, we can remain grounded and centred even when everything else feels unstable or chaotic.

Instead, the Sacred Mothers and Ancient Grandmothers were keen for me to share something that seemed to be a small thing at first, but as I began to write and entered into the flow state with them, I realised why they wanted me to take you on this meandering journey. After I had finished writing, I thought jeez ...maybe I should just record a video because this is a LONG read. However, sorry to say, I am consistently told my written words weave healing and carry the codes we all need right now - particularly when I just write straight from source. Where there is a powerful message, it’s better not to be distracted by the “person” delivering it – which is fine by me. (I am sorry about that though... lol). If I could suggest grabbing a cuppa and sitting with the intention just to relax and think about the words that’ll prepare your mind for a deeper read. If it really is too long, let me know and I might offer a video too, so people have the choice.
So please note, these words are written by me and as such are protected :) If you share, please ensure you share directly from the page. If you are struggling with the world right now, I hope this helps.

I'd like to call this piece -
Walk, sniff, p*e, repeat... (and Angus did the same)😁

So, yesterday, I decided to step away from work, the endless To-Do list at home and specifically screen time. I took Angus for a walk in an area we don’t usually visit. I thought it would be good for him to have some new smells to enjoy and, as you’d expect, he showed his appreciation by p*eing on every sniff stop along the way. We normally head to a beach, mainly to feed my addiction for collecting shells, but this was more of a bay with boats bobbing in the water and parkland wrapping around the water’s edge, type of walk.

Now, before I share much more, I should tell you, when I’m out walking, I find it to be a perfect time to connect in with Spirit. I focus on my own breath, I take in my surroundings, and I set my intention, and, if I’m feeling a sense of safety in my body, I send an invitation to connect. I’ll often ask for a gift or a message to let me know my Guides are around and listening. I know, it sounds greedy to ask, doesn’t it? They don’t mind, believe me. They have brought many gifts in the past, laid directly where I’m walking so I can’t miss them, including incredible shells, or a random rock with a message I needed to hear painted on it, I’ve been given music that’s connected me to a memory in childhood, and even a huge Echidna that literally walked across the path right in front of me. That’s how many of my conversations with Spirit begin. So, yesterday’s walk was no different. I’d been feeling a need to release the sadness and sense of helplessness around people’s suffering, feeling I should be doing more to help, even though I knew events were unfolding exactly as they were meant to.

As Angus and I walked around the Bay, I noticed the Native Hens were proudly escorting their new fluffy broods and the Plovers with their usual Kamikaze parenting style were running around squawking haplessly while their untidy, windswept chicks stood perilously close to the roadside. How their chicks survive, I’ll never know, but they do. I don’t know if you are the same, but the sight of fluffy chicks is an instant moment of joy and ‘awe’ ... I can stand for ages watching them with a daft smile on my face, oblivious to everything else around me. Yesterday, there was something particularly uplifting about seeing this new life waddling and scurrying everywhere in that moment.

The African Daisy
We continued to walk with Angus’s nose leading the way. Up ahead in the middle of the path, I could see something purple lying there. As I got closer, I could see it was an African Daisy, and the stem had been cut straight across, so it appeared to have been cut deliberately, perhaps to be taken home, but then dropped.

I picked it up, gave it a sniff, and then Angus wanted a sniff, and so we continued on our way. As we walked, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the perfection of this flower. To be lying in the path like that, you’d expect it to have wilted or got squashed, but it was vibrant. The colour was so vivid it felt like it was pulsing and the patterns within the flower’s centre were mesmerising.
This African Daisy (considered a w**d in Tasmania) survived the journey home, so I took it into my studio, where I squirrel away or display all my little treasures. It was still incredibly bright, and the stem was still fresh so I looked for a tiny vase to place it on my mantlepiece ...

The Flower of Life
The Flower of Life hangs in my studio, which happens to hang right above the mantlepiece. This ancient geometric symbol is made of 19 overlapping circles that form an intricate pattern - the blueprint of creation. It’s a visual representation of how all life and molecular structures emerge from a single source, and it perfectly illustrates how connected we are to one another – and to the Great Mother Gaia. The Flower of Life contains the secrets of the Universe and for me personally, I find it brings a feeling of calm and peace to the studio. I will often look up at it and find myself drifting into a gentle meditation just following its feminine lines.

As my eyes fell on the African Daisy, I found the same ancient pattern of creation in its petals all gathered around the centre of tiny disc florets and yellow stamens. After pollination, each of these florets can mature into an individual seed, which begins the whole creation process again. I realised I had been guided to contemplate our connectedness, our essence and the assured continuance of life itself.

Geometric Design - Essence of Creation
I began to wonder if this is why the spirals, patterns and geometric shapes found in nature soothe us so effectively. The shapes themselves are familiar to our core being, our nervous system remembers that even within life’s wildness, chaos or trauma, there is still a rhythm, there’s still a natural order. Still a centre to which we can return. We are reminded daily, that life continues to unfold, again and again and again.

We are part of this process, and we realise it most when we slow down and connect with nature. Wow, I thought. Healing, grounding and connectedness really do begin in these moments of ‘noticing’, when we pause, look closely, and allow nature to bring us gently back into harmony.

Circling back to Connection
My mind returned to the events shaking our world right now. It doesn’t feel enough to send love, light, prayers or a donation. Sometimes it feels as though you should be in the mud with those suffering, helping them dig down until every last person is found ...

The Sacred Mothers and Ancient Grandmothers showed me the Flower of Life again and all at once I was given a beautiful way to understand our place in it all. One circle does not carry the entire pattern. It does not have to rescue every other circle. It simply remains connected by ‘being’ and contributes its presence to the whole.

This connectedness does not mean we must take it on ourselves to save everyone or have all the answers. It means the suffering of others matters and we will not turn away. We can only contribute what is ours to give and we must trust that our offer will join the offers of others, whether that is light, love and prayer or a rescue mission.

It’s important we don’t become numb to suffering, but it’s equally important we don’t collapse ourselves into that pain and trauma because we need to continue to hold the essence of creation within our parts. (I was actually shown the shape of the petals as though we need to hold the shape/the structure ... as though it is a web or net ...for others to hold on to ... ) Ultimately, within each of us, there is a blueprint of creation. We are a microcosm of all life. And from that place within the next circle begins.

Digging Deep in Times of Chaos
An interesting side-quest for those of us who feel connected with a past life in ancient Egypt ... and digging down ... In 1902-1903, archaeologists discovered Osireion, an underground ancient Egyptian structure located directly behind the Mortuary Temple of Seti I at Abydos, Egypt. Dated to around 1294 BCE and 1279 BCE, it was built as a symbolic tomb or cenotaph for Osiris, the God of the Dead, and represents a primeval island rising from the waters of chaos and creation. Abydos is the spiritual heart of the resurrection belief in ancient Egypt, and the sacred rites conducted here once reenacted death, restoration, and rebirth.
Much later in the 1930s excavation, Henry Frankfort, a well-known Egyptologist, reported on patterns of overlapping circles left upon the stone pillars. No-one knows who drew them or what they believed this symbol meant. However, when you remember this was a sacred place associated with death and regeneration it makes you wonder if they too knew the Flower of Life (as we know it today) was the blueprint of all creation. Someone paused long enough to draw (not carve) patterns of continual creation, in red ochre on rose granite - one circle emerging from another, each complete, yet inseparable from the whole.

I don’t know about you, but that gives me goosebumps. I suppose this tie back to digging down into the ground, into the past is intended to show the deepest parts of our psyche around survival and our primal brain (or root chakra), and perhaps more significantly, the relationship between chaos and creation.

I hope, if nothing else, this helps you understand the nature of what it means when we say, we are all connected. We are connected to the past, present and future, above and below, within and without. The Akashic Records have shown me we are all connected to everything that ever was and ever will be. We are multidimensional beings. We are currently witnessing huge Tower moments, chaos and the destruction of the old systems, shaking of the foundations, but within this, we must remember the seed of life is continuous. The Ace of Disks from the Toth deck illustrates this just as powerfully as the Flower of Life.

If each of us carries something of creation’s original pattern, grounding helps us remain connected to that inner design amid fear, noise and change. We preserve its essence by living from our deepest integrity by choosing compassion, truth, creativity, joy, care, empathy and love.

Like the tiny florets within the flower, each of us holds only one part of the pattern. We are not responsible for carrying the whole mandala, but we are responsible for tending our own small circle within it. Whatever we nurture or pollinate within ourselves, will gently, but powerfully contribute to the wellbeing of the whole.

And so it is...

I thought I'd share a few photos I've taken this year, little living Mandalas, to remind you we are all connected. You might just need to get out in nature and allow yourself to pause long enough to notice how connected we are. It doesn't change what we are witnessing, but it will remind you of the beauty in this world. It will guide you and help you to hold the line so we can create the new world out of the chaos - but we are doing it together.

Love & Light beautiful beings

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