Breathe with Eve

12/10/2026

🐋 The Whale who Carried the Stars

In the hush of night’s first breath,
By waters deep, where silence slept,
A child stood still, her spirit bare,
And felt the pulse of something rare.

From the mirrored lake it rose,
A being carved from ancient glows—
The Whale of Light, from ocean’s womb,
Its body painted by the moon.

It sang the songs the elders knew,
Of sky-born souls and rivers blue,
Of how each spark, each drop, each tree,
Was part of one vast melody.

“Child of Earth,” the great one said,
“Do not fear what lies ahead.
You are woven from the sea and flame,
From ancestors who still call your name.”

Then the stars fell soft from its skin,
Like blessings whispered from within.
And when the dawn began to rise,
The Whale returned to sacred tides.

But still she hears its golden tone,
In streams, in winds, when she’s alone—
A voice gently tells her, clear and far,
“Remember, you too carry the stars.”

As we welcome the 10 10 Star portal remember who you are dear angel of Light

For you are loved across oceans of light

And so it is

Marialuisa & The Lemurian Unicorns 10 ✨10 ✨10 ✨

07/10/2026

(For those who know the language of birds; and also because it is the soul of autumn).

A curious encounter unfolds within me somewhere between a memory and a dream. A strange little girl seated at a timeworn table beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient oak. Across from her, is the Raven King—a creature both majestic and inscrutable, draped in feathers as dark as the void between stars. His eyes, are fixed upon the girl, and his sharp beak almost - but not quite - curls into a knowing smile.

The tea, a silvery brew with the aroma of autumn and twilight, swirls in the cup with a life of its own, reflecting an ephemeral dance of light that filters through the canopy of trees. As the girl pours a cup, her expression is curious and intent, as though the tea itself speaks the Raven King’s secrets of unremembered realms and forgotten dreams.

And it is here where the boundaries of what is known dissolve. The Raven King, a being of ancient wisdom and whimsical charm, and the little girl, a symbol of untamed curiosity, share a communion that transcends the ordinary. Their tea party, a ritual of shared enchantment and whispered tales, is a testament to the boundless magic that permeates the inner realm of every woman who secretly knows she is a bird girl.

This work then is not meant as a mere capturing of a moment but a reminder of soul and a true north, as well as an invitation to journey into the heart of a world where the fantastical and the real are intertwined in a delicate dance. That to be alive is a mystery and within the realm of the extraordinary, even the most mundane moments are forever suffused with wonder and magic.

“Tea With the Raven King”
Mixed Media
2024

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05/10/2026

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04/10/2026

Credit: Slow Simple Seasonal

04/10/2026

Delicious Upcoming Reiki offerings ♥️🌹🔥🍎🌸🍃..
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🙏 thankyou ♥️Eve

04/10/2026

Intention and purpose arrived in a cloud on my horizon.

A heavenly horse of freedom emerged from the darkness of doubt.

I kicked the dirt off my boots, put on my brave and lassoed the winds of destiny.

No road before me, just an open field of opportunity, gusts and gallops of gumption and a spirit meant for more than being muddied and contained.

I am the ride and the invitation to the rising sun.

I am one with the certainty of a thousand beckoning stars on a trail toward my forgotten smile and hastening hope.

Into the high country I go, destined for the heart of home and passage from pain.

I'm off to claim my birthright in the pasture of my soul's peace. Jody Doty
©2026 Meditations and Musings by Jody Doty
🎨 The amazing Dorothy Vera

02/10/2026

29/09/2026

Every bone inside your body has come from the last song of dying stars.

And the water in your body was borrowed from a river you visited, or perhaps the rainfall last week.

And the moon knows your name by the ocean you carry within you.

And someone broke your heart, but you have still taken the risk and loved again.

I know you think being human is fragile sometimes, but here you are - an impossibility that is living on flying rock in a galaxy of stars.

So be brave and be alive.

~ Nikita Gill

Art by Angela Ferreira
Angela Ferreira - Magic Paintings