Transmuting Heaviness

Last night at the Full Moon Tea Party, we each told what we wanted to give up to the Moon. My answer? Heaviness. Yes, the extra weight I carry from having my babies, but even more the unresolved emotional baggage I lug around, like we all do.

I’ve been thinking a lot this month about the energetic healing I experienced before my final pregnancy. I felt my baby’s spirit waiting for me, patiently, for years before she arrived Earth-side. After my second pregnancy, I was terrified to do it again because of how sick I get. But I knew it would be the biggest regret of my life if I didn’t. The theme of my journey to meet her became joy over fear.

Lessons in Forgiveness

The ability to give and receive forgiveness is a superpower we all have. I haven’t always appreciated this. For most of my life, I believed in repentance and atonement as essential for salvation. Of course, this isn't mutually exclusive with individual power to forgive, but abandoning these and certain other religious beliefs in 2012 made me take more accountability for myself. It also fleshed out my understanding of forgiveness.

(In sharing, I have no desire to offend, alienate or judge anyone who feels differently. Each of us has the privilege and responsibility of discerning what resonates. This is just part of my personal evolution, and I want to be honest with you.)

The Surprise in Breaking Open

I was in high school—about 20 years ago—when I first became aware of stone symbolism. The concept gripped me. I loved choosing jewelry or individual stones based on the associated meanings, both for myself and as gifts for loved ones.

In February, my relationship with stones expanded dramatically after I reconnected with a dear friend.

Dragonfly Wisdom

I’ve been seeing dragonflies. Or rather, one dragonfly on repeat. At least, I hope he’s the same one. On my street, near a row of pine trees, at the top of the walking loop around the local park where he seemed to wait and hover for me each time I came around. Today I glimpsed him darting in the leaves of the locust tree above my neon pink hammock. I’ve been trying to figure out his message for days.