Talking Bear

Flying over Kansas, I could see the wanning moon of day. I am on my way to see Momma. She seems to be in her last stage of life. Lung cancer is a beast and my other sisters need respite so I am doing my part. I have been filled with much anxiety the last few days. My place in this story, my ability to be of service and the amount of time I will be spending away from home. My meditations have been deep as I find my way in this situation of death but also, I am sensing other spirits close. I had ritual at my homestead on the ridge Saturday night to celebrate the first harvest. During the set up I kept getting glimpses of something close. The evening was beautiful with drumming, crafts, collective energy work, feasting and sharing of life, love and challenges. I pulled out a tarot deck for quick readings and a focus for our mental magic.

 

 It gave me a chance to practice my skills and to solidify the group collective.

 

I felt this evening was a perfect setting  for heightening our work-to tap in to a deeper place of spirit.

I have purchased a variety of ointments from Sarah Anne Lawless. I love to share them with my inner circle community, as well as using them on a solitary level.  Soma seemed to be the group favorite of the night. I also enjoy the benefits of the pain relief and passed this along to one of my sisters who was suffering from a stiff neck. I have moderate Osteo and Psoriatic arthritis and my pain can be intense at times. I am always looking for secondary pain relief, particularly at bedtime . The Soma is very helpful for drifting to sleep and at times ushering talking bear to my bedroom window.

Strength he says.

That is what bear is about.

 Standing up straight

 being fierce

 and over the top protective when threat is presented.

So I am.

 

Sarah's Forest Spirit salve led me to my place in the woods where the buck left his signature. I needed his commanding ability to move forward.

 

So I left him apple cider.

 

These are the things that are on my mind as I wind my way to Texas. My lovely community of sister friends, my belief in the Ancient Mother and her many spirits that recognize an obliging and compelling relationship and how to ease my Momma's passage- for her and my siblings that will feel as orphans do.

Ancient Mother I hear you calling, Ancient Mother I hear your song.