Meet The Bear Den!

by October 18, 2020

Meet The Bear Den! 

I’m writing this post in hopes that my recent experience will give you hope that something you’re longing for can come true, if only you hold the vision while at the same time (and this part is important), you move forward towards making it happen.

In a recent blog post “Sometimes You Just Need to Get a Move On” I wrote about my journey to find a new place to call home. 

“I learned how to be in Nature in the most unlikely of urban places, but I yearn to be somewhere where it’s more abundant. Where I can walk barefoot in the grass. Breathe clean air. Climb a tree or take naps under her canopy. Look up and see the mountains. I feel like I’m halfway there. Praying that I find my new home soon.”

When the signs appear…pay attention.

On Instagram, I shared my daydreams about being able to walk out my door and into the woods. Instead of having to drive there. I fantasized about having a lake or a river or even a stream nearby.

How I need four distinct seasons. Including snow. Yes, snow.

I am really sensitive to the energy of places. And there has been a great deal of confusion for me lately around this.

For years I’ve thought that I’d move to the mountains of North Carolina. It is breathtakingly beautiful and I know a lot of people there. But something energetically nagged at me every time I would go visit.

My first road trip with Willow (my car!) was to upstate New York. A family that I love has a home in the Hudson Valley and I’ve long thought that I’d end up there. But, for reasons having to do with 2020, I reluctantly had to cross NY off my list.

I traveled to Michigan where I still have family and there are lots of lakes and forests up north and definitely four seasons. A friend suggested that maybe the Mitten state was calling me back. But, something felt off. 

I continued on through Pennsylvania and did some exploring in an area where a dear friend and fellow Nature-lover is relocating with her husband. It’s beautiful there. It seemed like the perfect plan. It felt comforting (just like it would have in NY or Michigan) to have someone I love nearby.

But, again, something was off and my intuition would not have it. Michigan and Pennsylvania felt comfortable but like false alarms.

A part of me wanted to head south or out to the Dakotas where everyone isn’t walking around in masks, but I just can’t take the heat and humidity and feel in my bones I want to remain out east – at least for now.

And then, New Hampshire kept popping into my head. I’d never been to New Hampshire. Someone told me the state motto is “Live Free or Die”. I liked that, considering the current goings-on. 

My friend, Robin, a fellow energy healer and Earth-sister lives in New Hampshire. She had repeatedly said to me “I think you’d love New Hampshire.”

And so, rather spur-of-the-moment-ish Willow and I drove to the Granite State (My heart skipped a little beat when I heard that because, you know, I’m a rockhound.) The minute I crossed the line from Massachusetts into New Hampshire my whole body relaxed and I let out a sigh. Omg, the Trees. It seems as though the Trees own the state. They line the highways with such a majestic presence. They are EVERYWHERE.

Robin graciously invited me to stay at her home. I was tired and anxious from the drive and the stress of looking for a house to rent which these days seems almost impossible was wearing me down. We drove up to the lakes region and looked at a couple of houses that were a bust, and then had a picnic lunch on the shores of Lake Winnipesaukee. I rambled on about how much I love a good sandwich for lunch and then we headed back to Robin’s.

I was feeling so ungrounded and my intuition channel seemed scrambled. I felt like jumping ship and Friday night decided that I was going to pack up and maybe head back home.

Saturday morning Robin knocked on my door and said that she wanted to show me a house she found online. It had just been listed. 

It was a quirky little house (albeit totally adorable) but nothing at all like what I’ve been picturing and trying to manifest. No porch, which I’d clearly requested many times, and no space for a studio or healing room. I’ve been dreaming of a pink (I’d settle for goldenrod yellow) house a la one of my favorite children’s books “The Little House” by Virginia Lee Burton. I’ve had the book sitting on my coffee table for months. I guess my guides didn’t get that message.

But, wait! I just went and re-read the book and The Little House sat upon a hill! 🙂 It’s just a Cape Cod version, that’s all. We need to be REALLY specific with our guides!

At any rate, The Voice ordered me to check it out so I tried to reach the agent but didn’t get a response. Robin and I decided to drive up there anyway. It was literally in the same area we’d just come back from.

I should mention that it was October 10th – the birthday of my partner, Ralph, who passed away several years ago. Things always seem to happen around his birthday. 

On the ride up, Robin mentioned to me that when she woke up that morning her first thought was of a healer named Grandmother SaSa, who a friend had recently told her about. She wasn’t sure why she was thinking about her but she shared this and we both decided that we would find out more about her. She lives in New Hampshire. More on that later.

I have this weird obsession with the names of roads and towns and wanting to live somewhere with a good address. Not prestigious, but rather quirky or with a good meaning. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve slammed on my brakes to take a photo of a street sign. If the word “Hollow” is part of it, I swoon.

I’d literally just listened to a podcast where the person was talking about his same obsession with the names of places, so I guess I’m not alone.

As we turned onto Beede (Bee-dee) Flats Road, I thought to myself, hmm, I like the sound of that, and made a mental note to look up its meaning when I got back to Robin’s.  

And oh, isn’t it funny that I was going on and on about sandwiches the day before and the little house is in N. Sandwich? 

I don’t know which guide was joking around with that one but I definitely picked up on it.

We were driving down the road, and all I could think was OMG, look at these trees. They were ablaze with colors. And intermixed with majestic Pines. Have I ever told you how much I love the smell of Pine trees?

Betty, my navigation lady, said that we’d reached our destination. But, the house we found ourselves at looked nothing like the one online. We were sitting there ruminating when a car pulled up behind us and a man got out. It was his house, why were we there? I asked if it was for rent and he said “no” and I said “But there’s a listing for this address” and after a moment’s thought, he said “Oh! We have a little house for rent down the road. Maybe my wife listed it. Would you like to see it?”

We pulled up a steep gravel driveway and saw the little house perched atop a hill. Forest behind it. Mountain in the other direction. Check. Check. I got out of the car and immediately saw that the hill was teeming with wild medicinal plants. Mullein, Red Clover, etc. Plants for foraging! Check.

The owner of the house began telling us the history of the man who built it but never got to live in it (long story) and that the house had been left to him and his wife. And, “Oh”, he said, “The house even has a name. 

It’s The Bear Den.”

When the signs appear, pay attention.

Uhh, ok. Let’s pause here for a moment. Robin immediately noticed the Bear charm I wear every day. I have a wild and deep connection with the Bear Spirit. I’ve had incredible dreams, daydreams, and shamanic journeys with Bear. When I journey to the Lower World, I almost always end up in The Bear Den.

The house, well, I’ve been wanting to simplify my life and maybe that’s why the Universe guided me to it. There is barely any storage (I have a LOT of Taurus in my chart and we tend to accumulate things) and the layout is unusual. I don’t know where I’ll be able to paint but I’ll find a way. Before I reconfigured space in my loft here in Jersey City, I painted a whole series that was 60” x 60” in my vestibule, so anything’s possible.

As for my paintings, well, if anyone is interested, please reach out. I will need to sell them all. There’s not even space for artwork on the walls because of all the windows (I’m not complaining!)

After the owner left, Robin and I spread a blanket out on the hill and had another picnic lunch. Unfortunately, we didn’t have any sandwiches. 

The land feels so peaceful. I looked up and realized that I will actually be able to see the sunrise and the sunset, the moon, and the stars.

I’ll be breathing clean air and drinking pure water.

There are moose and bears and everything in between. 

There’s not a house in sight (although they are there, down the road, as I relayed to concerned friends and family). Across the road is the Audubon Bird Sanctuary with a mountain behind it.

Want to know what I’m most afraid of? Not being alone. Mice. Yep, I’m not kidding. I’m terrified of mice and I’m fairly certain they’ll be wanting to come inside The Bear Den.

I’m not sure how it came to be that they frighten me so. Maybe because my dad used to dangle them in front of my face when he caught one in a trap. 🙁 Or the fact that I know more than one person who’s had a mouse get tangled in their hair while they were sleeping at night!

I have felt every emotion and physical sensation before and after saying “yes” to renting the house. Runaway anxiety. Uncertainty. Stomach-churning. Heart pounding. Terror at the actual moving process. Joy. Excitement. Gratitude. Just to name a few.

I made a promise to myself that I’d never move during Vata Season. Moving is one of the most ungrounding things for Vata, along with travel. It’s Vata Season and I’m moving on 11/11. Pretty good date, right? When they asked me when I wanted to move in that date literally flew out of my mouth.

I hope I make it there before the snow falls. I have a snow shovel and snowshoes on my list of things to buy.

When I got back to Robin’s that night, I looked up Grandmother SaSa online. Her center, The Rose and The Swan are 15 minutes from The Bear Den! Can you believe it? It’s on the Bear Camp River.

All this year I’ve been thinking that a teacher was about to come into my life. I saw in my mind’s eye a Native American grandmother who could help me in my wisdom years. Perhaps teach me more about the plants.

I reached out to Grandmother SaSa and shared this story with her. I received a warm response, welcoming me to the mountains of New Hampshire and telling me to come to see her when I was ready.

When the signs appear…pay attention.

A couple of days later, before I knew that the house was mine to rent, Robin and I took another drive up. It poured rain all day but the trees were still spectacularly beautiful. We went to Beede Falls nearby and ventured into the fairyland surrounding it, rain pouring down on us.

When we left the area to head home, Robin turned to me and asked me if I was going to get a new bed and mattress. I thought that was kind of an odd question, but the fact was that I’d been thinking about it.

We literally rounded the corner and there was a big sign reading “Custom Mattresses for Sale!” Lolol. One final sign.

Willow had been filthy from the road trip. When she’s parked on the street here in Jersey City and it rains, she still looks dirty and spotted, which kinda says something about rain in the city.

The day after the New Hampshire rain, Willow looked like she’d been washed and waxed. I hope she’s ready for the snow.

If you are wanting, desiring, needing something in your life to change, just keep moving forward.

Take a trip. Make a call. Rent/buy a car so you can explore. Ask for help. Take that class. Speak your dreams out loud. Write them down.

And pay attention to the signs.

Willow was my first giant step forward.

And now here I am, moving to a little house in New Hampshire, up on a hill, surrounded by trees and giant boulders I can sit on and meditate.

I’ll even be able to hang my clothes on a clothesline. I’ve wanted to do that forever.

I’m picturing twinkle lights everywhere (the fairies will love that!) and herbs drying from the rafters.

Come and visit me. I’ll light the wood-burning stove and make us a cup of tea, hot chocolate, or even pour a bit of whisky, a la the Scots. It appears Beede is a Scottish name, like Sinclair.

Welcome to my home. 


P.S. A giant thank you and a virtual hug (you can have one in person if you’d like!) to each and every one of you who’ve written to me wishing me well on this journey to find my new home. You gave me the strength to keep moving forward. xoxo

The Lioness in My Dream Has Returned to Roar

by September 30, 2020

Two years ago I was faced with a situation that involved speaking in front of a group of people. It’s not my favorite thing to do and generally, I avoid it at all costs. This was something I was sort of excited about, but nonetheless, slightly terrified.

I went to bed the night before and consciously asked for a dream to help me let go of the fear and anxiety I was experiencing. 

About seven or eight years ago, animals had started showing up in my dreams in the most magnificent ways. While other dreams would quickly fade away, the ones with my animal visitors are etched in my memory as if they happened yesterday. 

Dozens of gorillas on a beach by the ocean. A healing dream with a pigeon in the middle of a forest. A giant black snake who has appeared not once but three times.

This was the case with my Lioness dream. I remember it vividly. It was on the September New Moon, 2018.

I was walking through a large field of tall grass when I came upon a dozen lionesses lying in the grass. I was terrified because I had to walk right by them to get where I needed to go.

As I passed by, one of them got up and started following behind me. I was too afraid to look back. All of a sudden a black door frame appeared in front of me. Not a door – just the door frame. 

I walked through the frame with the Lioness following behind me and then woke from the dream. I remember feeling that all of the fear and anxiety had been wiped away! That evening I was able to speak to the group of people and actually enjoy my time with them.

I’d printed out a photo of the Lioness and put it on the little altar I’d set up. It’s no coincidence that the event I was doing was leading a group in a shamanic journey to the Lower World, which is where I always go to meet up with the animal spirits.

The reason I’m sharing my dream is that early on this year the Lioness returned to me – and continues to visit me – in my dreams, in journeys, and even during my waking state.

She is giving me permission to Roar.

2020 has been the year for me to exercise my throat chakra. To speak my Truth. To learn how to set boundaries. To let go of needing to be liked. Anyone else having this experience?

This beautiful Lioness nudges me when I consider holding back because I know people will bristle at what I have to say. I’m getting stronger with each word I write. With each conversation I have. 

This morning, like most mornings, I did what always lifts my mood and that’s hopping on my bike and going for a ride down by the river who has played a major role in my own healing – the Mighty Mahicanituk, AKA the Hudson River.

I’m on a boardwalk that is not very crowded – especially on weekday mornings. And yet I am practically the only person not wearing a mask. If I had to guess, I’d say 99% of the adults and children (even some babies) are masked up tightly and the few who are not have one dangling somewhere in plain sight. Under their chin. On their wrist.

Yes, I’m writing about masks again.

I’m giving you this visual because I know that not all of you are living in a city in the Northeast, where mask-wearing seems to be a religion. I’ve spoken with friends and family who live in suburbs or in rural areas where life seems somewhat normal. It is full-on maskland where I live.

I try to be kind. Try to be understanding. Knowing that it’s either fear, virtue-signaling, or just plain compliance – believing that the government (via the mainstream media) cares about their health. But, really? Think fluoride in the water, chemtrails, GMOs, and food subsidies for the farmers who grow them, environmental policies that allow the poisoning of our rivers, lakes, oceans, etc. 

Newsflash! The government does not care about our health.

Do you really think this is about a virus and keeping us all healthy?

No. It’s about control and ushering in a New World Order.

If you’ve just been watching/reading the mainstream news, (and yes, this includes NPR) then you might not even be aware of what’s really going on.

This quote pretty much sums it up:

“Remember when mandatory vaccinations, cashless society, facial recognition, digital tracking, mass censorship, microchips and 5G infrastructure construction used to be a conspiracy theory only 6 months ago?…Yeah me too” — Sayer Ji

In Jersey City where I live, the C-19 graph on their health and human services website clearly shows that death rates have been hovering close to zero for FOUR MONTHS! Long before masks were mandated. While the wearing of them is still not a LAW, only a mandate, people without masks are being denied entry everywhere.

The high death counts in my state and the one next door (New York) were due to gross mismanagement in the hospitals and nursing homes along with highly skeptical data.  As far as I’m concerned, both governors should be held accountable. But, I won’t hold my breath.

The CDC recently updated estimated infection fatality rates for Covid19. Here are the updated survival rates by age group: 0-19: 99.997%, 20-49: 99.98%, 50-69: 99.5%, 70+: 94.6%.

So, Covid19 has a recovery rate of around 99+% and people are still jumping back from me because I don’t have a mask on? 

Inside (and sometimes, yes, muttering under my breath) I’m screaming:

“Take off your mask!! Stop breathing in carbon dioxide, toxins, bacteria, etc. Where is your common sense? This is not about a virus!” For the life of me, I don’t understand why people do not see what is happening before their very eyes. Oh, wait! It’s because they’re watching the news.

Lung ailments are on the rise. Ditto staph infections and acne (or maskne, as they’re calling it), especially in children and teenagers. Headaches, hypoxia (we’re meant to breathe oxygen, people!), depression, anxiety are all happening with alarming rates. How do you think your immune system is doing from you wearing a mask for hours on end? Of course, mainstream media will likely try to debunk all of these claims if they even mention them at all. I don’t know, every one of them seems like common sense to me.

I am especially disturbed by parents who have already grown accustomed to this and are doing nothing to stop it. Their children have a look of resignation about them and seem to have gotten used to it. 

This strange new world is one of anti-social germaphobes.

I’m in a battle with my local farmer’s market who will not let me shop without a mask. I didn’t budge until they threatened the farmer I buy from and I was worried he would get in trouble for selling to me.

I will not wear a muzzle that not only inhibits my health (breathing carbon dioxide, bacteria, and God knows what else instead of oxygen) but also because it is a symbol of oppression and compliance.

If you’re not already concerned that you’re being harmed by this mask madness, maybe the speculation that wearing a mask day in and day out, depriving your cells of oxygen, may up your risk for cancer. Just some food for thought.

If your governor told you to put a plastic bag over your head, would you? How far will you go in complying with these harmful baseless mandates?

Face masks and the making of them has become big business. Ditto, their evil twin, social distancing, where you can literally buy plastic bubble shields as big as hula hoops to keep you or your customers at a “safe” distance from one another. 

This is madness.

The fact that I could easily walk into a store with a crocheted mask or cotton bandana on my face and be “following the rules” clearly shows that this has nothing to do with health.

So, I go about my life without a mask and check places that I used to frequent off of my list if they deny me entry. 

You see, this is how brilliantly planned this all was. The government has threatened all of the small businesses with huge fines if they allow people into their shops/restaurants/markets without a mask. They encourage them to hand sanitize the crap out of customers, take their temperatures as if they’re health care professionals, limit the number of people allowed, etc.

I wouldn’t be surprised if these businesses are also receiving money if they stick to the playbook.

What playbook? Yes, there’s a Covid19 Playbook. In fact, there are too many to count. Do an internet search (hopefully not Google – try Duck Duck Go or Brave instead) for “Covid19 Playbook” and hundreds will appear. Isn’t that so odd?

There’s a playbook for pre-schools. A playbook for contract tracing. A mask guidance playbook. And on and on and on. Hundreds of them.

Of course, there’s a playbook, because last year on October 18, 2019, a fictional pandemic exercise called “Event 201” happened in New York City, put on by the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation, the Johns Hopkins Center for Health Security, and the World Economic Forum. Wasn’t that convenient timing? You can read more about it here.

If small businesses do not band together and fight this, we are doomed. Personally, I will not enter your establishment, no matter how much I like it if you make me wear a mask.

“Oh, just put a mask on, Barbara. What’s the big deal? It’s just a mask.”

I’m not doing this to be obstinate, I’m doing this for two reasons.

One, because I believe deeply in sovereignty and my right to make decisions about my own body, and two, in an attempt to wake people up to the world they are creating by their compliance.

And no, you wearing a mask doesn’t protect me and vice versa. Please don’t believe everything they’re telling you on CNN or your propaganda channel of choice. If they really cared about your health they would be bombarding you with information about sunshine, Vitamin D, Vitamin C, Zinc, healing herbs, eating healthy, meditation, spending time in Nature, just to name a few.

I have spent the last decade devoting my life to healing and helping others heal. This is why I cannot simply comply and move on from this subject.

There is NO LAW that says we have to wear a mask. Not yet, anyway. Last week at a rally at the state capital, I learned that New Jersey is moving to pass a law to require mask-wearing. And along with it, a $500.00 fine for not complying. In a state where deaths attributed to Covid (and we all know the numbers are a joke) have been hovering near zero for FOUR months.

Lots of people in the holistic health community, be it yoga, Ayurveda, energy healing, etc. like to believe that love and light are all we need right now. Oh, how I wish.

Don’t get me wrong. Every day, I send love and light out into the world. And every day I work hard to raise my own vibration and not get stuck in all the negativity and pure evil that’s out there.

Maybe you’re tired of me writing about this and wish I’d go back to writing about Ayurveda and Nature. I hope that day comes soon!  But, for now, I have to listen to the Lioness or she won’t leave me alone.

And, by the way, you don’t have to agree with anything I say or do. That is your right just as it is my right to speak my Truth.

I’m going to be okay and I wish the same for all of you. I have not buried my head in the sand. I’m not in any fear. I still feel joy in my heart every single day. And gratitude. 

But awareness is crucial right now.

A neighbor I hadn’t seen in months let me hug him the other day and I was shocked. How sad that I even had that thought.

This is the world the powers that be are trying to create for us. And those of you wearing masks and going along with the mandates are, I’m sorry to say, making their job easy.

Just like the “good” Germans did for the Nazis. Some people got really angry at me when I said that before. But, it’s the truth. Hitler didn’t start out with concentration camps. It was a slow campaign of compliance. 

So, think about this when you start following rules like standing on floor stickers to keep you six feet apart from others.

“A society without touch – that’s what this is all about. You are a free sovereign being and freedom is your birthright. Let Love guide you, not fear.” — Ralph Smart

Here’s my treat for you today – another Ralph Smart video to shake you, wake you, and help you be a part of creating a BETTER world, not a world of slavery, and devoid of human contact.

These are confusing times. Some of the upheaval and changes are necessary. We have been very disrespectful towards each other and the planet we live on. But we must keep our eyes and ears open (not via mainstream media!) and most importantly keep our intuition on high alert. Tune in. Meditate. Spend time in Nature. Hug. Laugh. Take off your mask. Don’t leave it dangling on your wrist. Throw it away. And for God’s sake, stop with the mask selfies! Until we all take them off, nothing will change. Embrace the sovereign being that you are and fight hard to keep it that way. 

And then, do your part by sharing. Write about it, have conversations. Share your own words or share mine, if they resonate. Together we can make a better world! 

As Ralph Smart would say “ROAR, Deep Divers!” 🙂

Much love,


Sometimes You Just Need to Get a Move On

by September 11, 2020

I hadn’t owned a car in about fifteen years. That means I hadn’t driven in that many years either, except for last summer when I asked my nephew up at the lake if I could drive into town to see if I still had my Motor City driving skills.

It’s been at least a couple of years that I’ve been yearning to get out of Dodge, AKA Jersey City. But my attempts at getting out to investigate possible new locations were lame at best. I kept trying to nudge my Sagittarian sun self out to explore, but my Taurus moon/rising were firmly planted safe and sound in my home.

We love our caves.

So much has changed this year. Individually and collectively. I feel a sense of urgency now to get as far away from the big city as I possibly can. I’m hearing too many scenarios being played out and while I am still blessedly not in a state of fear, my eyes are wide open and I know that a move is urgently imminent. 

And, thus, two months ago I bought a car (her name is Willow) because I know that wherever I end up I’ll need wheels. No more city living for me. I did a practice road trip run in Upstate NY to visit friends before bravely (or stupidly) driving by myself! all the way to Michigan and back. 

Sometimes you just need to get a move on.

I spent time with family up north on Lake Leelanau, met a fellow plant-loving Instagram friend in person in Ohio, and camped (for the first time in my life!!) on the land of a friend of a friend in Central Pennsylvania. Nothing but mountains and forests and meadows and beautiful farmland in Amish country. I slept under the stars listening to the crickets and an owl, made some new friends, and then headed home. 

All the way back I focused on my next step. Clearing out my apartment and packing in anticipation of moving and starting my next life’s chapter. 

It might seem like packing is putting the cart before the horse but I’ve been guided to go with “If you build it it will come” or “If you pack like you’re moving, the house will appear.”

I have a strong mix of anxiety and excitement. But, thankfully, no fear. 

When the signs appear…pay attention.

Today I want to honor the precious city Willows that I biked by daily for years. I’ve shared so many stories about them. I named my new car after them. 🙂 

About four years ago I rounded the corner on a hot summer day to see a cherry picker and men hacking away at the Willows. I looked at the one on the end and honest to God, she looked embarrassed by her new haircut. They didn’t give her a trim. She was scalped. 

I felt this mixture of sorrow and anger rise up and on the way back from my ride I saw five men in suits observing the process. I screeched my bike to a halt and asked them why they were doing this, especially at the wrong time of year. Weeping Willows should be trimmed towards the end of winter when the tree is still dormant. 

My rant about the preciousness of city trees (city dwellers will understand me) was met by four blank stares (this chick is crazy!) but one guy got me – I saw it in his eyes. The next day I discovered that a little victory had happened – they had stopped and left the rest alone. 

From that moment on, something shifted in my relationship with the Willows. I sat with them almost daily. Meditated under them. Wrote under them. Had difficult phone conversations under them. Last year one of the Willows became my lifeline as I navigated a very emotional situation for months. 

This year, it was the Willows I sought out when I began to struggle with mask mandates and other restrictions.

“Speak your Truth” I heard one day while resting under the one I called Grandmother Willow. I really didn’t want to hear that. I wanted to just stay silent and hide.

I’ve had friends both quietly and not-so-quietly move on because of my resolve to remain true to myself and my beliefs. I was thinking about this the other day when I heard Mikki Willis, the creator of the Plandemic documentaries, say:

“You’re not in service to friendships, you’re in service to Truth.” — Mikki Willis

And now, these beloved trees have been cut down. It was done stealthily while blocking off the boardwalk to people. They weren’t the kind of majestic Weeping Willows you see on the edge of a lake, but they were healthy and looked beautiful to me. 

I always envisioned them sweeping away my sorrows with their gently moving fronds. 

I would eat one little leaf each day. Willow medicine. I’m grateful that I made a flower essence from the Willows two years ago. I always felt better after being in their presence. And, I realize that their absence is just one more reason for me to move on. 

I’ve learned how to be in Nature in the most unlikely of urban places, but I yearn to be somewhere where it’s more abundant. Where I can walk barefoot in the grass. Breathe clean air. Climb a tree or take naps under her canopy. Look up and see the mountains. 

I feel like I’m halfway there. Praying that I find my new home soon. 

I’m wondering about all of you. What changes have come about this year? Were there any unexpected blessings or mostly just chaos and hardship? I find personally that that’s often where the unexpected blessings are cloaked. Not that it makes it any easier for our human selves to contend with. 

Before I say goodbye, I’d like to share two videos with you. The first is by Ralph Smart whose uplifting/truth-telling/wacky daily chats have really helped keep me in a positive place in spite of the chaos in the world. He reminds me to trust in the Universe while also staying in my Power. You’ll get a little numerology tutorial at the beginning of the video before he moves into what’s getting URGENT NOW.

I’ve been saying “NO” a lot to mandates and rules that do not align with my beliefs – especially where bodily sovereignty is concerned. No one has the right to dictate what I should or should not do with my body. That, of course, includes wearing a face mask or getting a vaccine.

COVID = Certificate of Vaccine ID


Knowledge is power. Ignorance is slavery. — Ralph Smart

And, here’s a clip from Mikki Willis’ second documentary “Plandemic Indoctrination”. The information Mikki shares has been censored on almost every platform except his own website. That should clue you in to how important it is.

I highly recommend everyone make a big bowl of popcorn (or other comfort food), go to and watch and learn.

Much love,




This Is Not a Time to Be Nice Over Being Truthful

by June 23, 2020

Last month I heard the astrologer, Lee Harris, say “This is not a time to be nice over being truthful.” That pretty much sums up how I’ve been feeling lately.

It’s been months since I wrote “To Feel Calm is a Powerful Force” and while much has changed, evolved, intensified, illuminated – all that I shared still rings true for me.

I’m still not fearful of contracting the C-word.

I’m still not watching the mainstream news.

I’m still not wearing a mask.

I’m still working on my own judgment and the judgment of others.

This doesn’t mean that all is sparkles and rainbows in my world. I’ve been worn thin just like many of you. It’s hard trying to keep my vibration high and my worrying low. While I don’t worry about catching a virus (Is it really even a virus??) I lay awake at night contemplating where I should move because the city is no longer where I want to be.

Last, but especially not least, I’m still being nudged to seek the Truth and, as uncomfortable as it might be, to speak/write it.

Can’t I be nice and truthful? 

I’d like to share a story with you.

Five years ago I traveled to Scotland for the first time. I went with a friend I’d never traveled with before and that’s always risky. My friend did all the driving (alternate side of the road, alternate side of the car, roundabouts everywhere) and for that, I was so grateful. I hadn’t driven a car in years and she had only driven in the UK once before and said she’d never do it again. But she did.

We had a few spats – I was supposed to be navigating and setting the GPS – which I’d never used (because I hadn’t driven in years!) but all I wanted to do was take pictures of those otherworldly verdant green hills of Scotland. Our mini spats mostly ended in laughter and we remained friends after two weeks of road-tripping together.

One thing I remember vividly (and the reason for telling you this story) is that I soon discovered I was trapped in the car with a (GASP!) conspiracy theorist. My friend told me tale after tale and I finally had to ask her to please just stop. It wasn’t so much that I didn’t believe what she was telling me – it was that the energy of it felt too dark and heavy for me to handle at the time.

Well, guess what? Practically everything my traveling companion told me in that car has come to fruition or is at least being brought to light in a big way.

Jeffrey Epstein and his cronies. Mandated vaccines. The nightmare that is Bill and Melinda Gates, A New World Order, etc. etc.

Can you see why I just wanted to head for the hills??

The derogatory term “conspiracy theorist” was coined by the CIA after President John F. Kennedy was assassinated and people started questioning the narrative the government provided after his death.

Personally, I prefer the term Truth-seeker to a conspiracy theorist. Fellow Sagittarians will probably agree.

I wish I knew who said this but all I have is the quote scribbled on a piece of paper.

“A conspiracy theorist is a person that researches a subject and then uses logic and critical thinking skills to form an educated opinion instead of just blindly believing whatever they saw on TV.”

I can’t think of a better time to use critical thinking than now. I feel as though it’s been stuck on a shelf somewhere along with its sister, common sense.

“To denigrate something as ‘conspiracy theory’ without having fully investigated the data is an act of cowardice. You cause an affront to those who offer the possibility that harm is being done to innocent people, just to avoid confrontation with your own fears of it being true.” 
— Martin Geddes – Coronagate: The Scandal to End All Scandals   

When did asking questions become so taboo?

In case you’re not aware because you’re only frequenting the mainstream media, censorship has reached an all-time high during Coronagate. 

If you dare to question the narrative about Covid19, or the implementation of 5G, or vaccine safety, you’ll be targeted and possibly removed from the platform altogether. 

For months, just about everywhere I search on my phone or computer (even on Spotify, looking for a song) provides me with “proper information” about C-19, 5G, or vaccines. Usually by the very organizations in charge of the narrative and who have a vested financial interest.

Google, after all, now has its own pharmaceutical division.

I shared my thoughts regarding western (allopathic) medicine in my other post so I won’t repeat myself here. But, did you ever wonder how allopathic medicine got its start in this country and how it became normalized and holds so much power along with Big Pharma? Or how they became the most powerful lobby in Washington? Here’s a short video to explain how it happened. 

On the last full moon, I had a dream that an old doctor in a white coat was forcing me to be vaccinated. I woke up in a panic.

It made me remember an incident I had as a child (I was terrified of the doctor) when my mother got out of the car at the doctor’s office and I locked the door from the inside. It took her a while to get me out and she had to drag me kicking and screaming in for a shot.

Well, here I am now listening to all kinds of chatter about mandatory vaccines for adults. Contact tracing and chips (not the kind I love, unfortunately), but rather microchips with our health/vaccine information.

I know many people who see no issue with this and are ready to comply. No problem.

Someone will have to drag me kicking and screaming like when I was that little girl because I have worked too hard to keep my body healthy and free of pharmaceuticals.

If I want to heal myself, seek out an energy healer or an acupuncturist or a sound healer or an herbalist or a shaman or even a witch doctor, that is my sovereign right.

Did you know that vaccines are legally classified as unavoidably unsafe?

If you’ve grown up in a typical American family listening to your allopathic medical doctor all of your life then chances are vaccines seem normal and necessary. And if you watch the mainstream news with 24/7 pharmaceutical commercials (only two countries allow this – the US and New Zealand), your opinion that “vaccines save millions of lives” (as a friend recently stated to me) will be solidified. Vaccines, however, are neither normal nor harmless

“But so many minimize, dismiss, or otherwise defend the mainstream narrative because to do otherwise would require truly cutting the umbilical cord connecting them to mommy medical system and daddy government. It would require stepping into their adult authority which is their own, individual truth and sovereign power…a terrifying initiation to self that can feel like the world as you know it must end in order to accommodate this new truth and perceived reality.” –Kelly Brogan MD Why We Stay Asleep When Covid-19 Is Trying to Wake us Up

There is a really uncomfortable social war going on right now.

The masked vs. the unmasked.

The social-distancer vs. the person still hugging and carrying on.

It’s hot and humid here now and most people are still masked in my community. Walking, running, biking, I see people alone in their cars wearing masks. 

I am working really hard on staying detached and out of judgment. 

Dr. Sherri Tenpenny recently said: 

“This is not the new normal. It’s a temporary abnormal.”

But, I don’t see this as temporary. Especially with people already worrying about a second wave. Do you want to know what I think the dreaded “second wave” will be? A nation of even sicker people because their immune systems have been so compromised from isolation, social distancing, and wearing masks. The perfect storm. With some new 5G activated for good measure.

It saddens me to see little children wearing masks. The other day I saw a baby in a stroller wearing a mask. Not in a store but out on the boardwalk that was practically deserted.

A quick Etsy search confirmed for me just how popular and normal this has become. 250 pages of kids’ masks on just one Etsy page. 

“We know that wearing a mask outside health care facilities offers little, if any, protection from infection. Public health authorities define a significant exposure to Covid-19 as face-to-face contact within 6 feet with a patient with symptomatic Covid-19 that is sustained for at least a few minutes (and some say more than 10 minutes or even 30 minutes). The chance of catching Covid-19 from a passing interaction in a public space is therefore minimal. In many cases, the desire for widespread masking is a reflexive reaction to anxiety over the pandemic.”
– New England Journal of Medicine, 5/21/2020

This recent article Healthy People Should Not Wear Face Masks is in line with my own beliefs but I know that many of you will have a differing opinion. 

Here’s an article that might be more in line with your thinking. 

I’m not here to convince anyone that they should or should not wear a mask or share my beliefs about the situation we’re in. I would, however, love for the virtue signaling to stop. 

“I’m not wearing this mask for me, I’m wearing it for you”, is a comment that’s hard to argue with.

In Asian cultures, the wearing of face masks is practically universal. And, I’m guessing this is where the “I’m wearing it for you” narrative began because that is truly their way.

Here’s a short history of how this practice began.

Those of us who choose not to wear masks are often scolded for “not being nice”. For being selfish and narcissistic.

There are many kind caring souls I know who choose not to wear a mask.

And kind souls who choose to wear one.

Can we please just leave it at that? Because this is truly the most polarizing debate I’ve ever been a part of in my life. The subject of health is a scalding hot topic. For good reason. We all want to stay alive and thrive.

I’m fairly certain that my popularity in my apartment building is at an all-time low because I’m un-masked. We are only allowed one person to an elevator.

And, yet, I cannot go against what my beliefs are in this matter.

It’s so much easier to be nice rather than truthful. 

My hair is coming in grey and I’m ok with that. I’ve been wanting to let it do its thing for a long time so I’m embracing my Crone.

The quiet during lockdown (a horrible term) was heavenly while it lasted (construction has resumed in my neighborhood and in my building).

The river has been calm and unfettered with boats.

Nature has gone about her business. The plants and the animals are carrying on like nothing is happening.

Today I had a pigeon visitor on my morning bike ride. We had a nice chat.

There are lots of people re-thinking their careers, their relationships, their location. 

In a million years I never ever thought I would be guided to leave this liberal enclave in and around NYC. That city saved me for many years. I changed there. I grew. I blossomed. I will always love it for the big beautiful patchwork of diversity that it is.

But, over the past few months, as I tried to make sense of what was happening, as I researched, went down the proverbial rabbit hole, I was shocked and dismayed to discover that the liberal agenda just wasn’t quite what I thought it was.

The very first clue I had was learning that it was liberal states like California, New York, Washington, and Maine who already have abolished exemptions (in varying degrees) for childhood vaccinations. And they are gunning to do the same for adults.

All this while censorship has risen to make it more difficult to get vaccine safety information from sources other than Big Pharma.

“On February 14, 2019 Congressman Adam Schiff sent a letter to Mark Zuckerberg, Chairman and CEO of Facebook, encouraging him to take steps to prevent vaccine “misinformation” and advertising from appearing on Facebook. He also asked Zuckerberg to “consider what additional steps you can take to address this growing problem.” – Children’s Health Defense

There is a plan for us all to be vaccinated, probably through a microchip, and records kept which will determine whether or not we can get a driver’s license or travel.

Why do I keep harping about vaccines? After I wrote about them in a newsletter, someone sent me an email calling me an anti-vaxxer. I’m pretty sure she meant it in a derogatory way, but the truth is I will now own that title.

I was vaccinated. I vaccinated my children. Before I knew any better. If I’d known then what I know now I would have never vaccinated them.

My children are grown but there are young children in my life who are very dear to me. I would love nothing more than for their parents to educate themselves about the dangers of vaccines. 

That being said, it’s none of my business and I try really hard to remember that.

Now that adult vaccine mandates are coming, everyone should educate themselves. I just read that there is a 20% “serious” injury rate in the Moderna Covid-19 Vaccine. That should concern everyone.

There are always silver linings, right? And one of the Covid silver linings is that I’ve been able to have deep conversations with a relative who is a staunch conservative and with whom I rarely see eye-to-eye, especially politically. I’m deeply troubled by some of the discoveries I’ve made during these past several months and am still in a processing phase.

We Sagittarians are first and foremost about the Truth, not about political parties or choosing sides. (At least this Sagittarian is – I guess I can’t speak for all of them. :))

This is not a time to be nice over being truthful.

I came upon this article “We Are Being Played” by Grace Van Berkum that I wanted to share with you. She dug deep into the World Economic Forum and I am still trying to wrap my brain around what I’ve read. I hope you’ll take the time to read it (just not before bedtime, please!). It is disturbing but important that we all stay vigilant.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Also, in my research, I found that part of the New World Order/One World Government agenda is to remove the requirement for food labeling and to restrict and ultimately prohibit the sale of all natural health products!! Eventually, eating from nature will not be allowed. They will provide us with Monsanto food solely focused on a specific number of proteins and carbohydrates. This is all here when you dig deep.” – Grace Van Berkum

I’m sorry that this was not a cheerful article but I felt that it was important to deliver the information. Whether or not you are interested in it is, as always, your choice. I figure if just one fact somewhere in this (long) sharing resonates with someone and makes them curious, it’s all worthwhile. 

Please don’t send me emails or leave comments imploring me to wear a mask, or calling me selfish or insensitive. Let’s practice some respect for one another. This is my blog and so it reflects my opinions. As always, feel free to unsubscribe if it offends you in any way.

Something I posted recently on Facebook sparked a lot of dissension and I have to tell you, I’m just not cut out for it. Everyone is entitled to their own opinion but I just decided that the energy there was not serving me. I’ve been wanting to close my account for a long time now. Today, I went there to delete it and I noticed someone had sent me a private message. I’ve never met this person, she’s a friend of a friend, and this is what she said:

“Keep sharing. Not everyone will accept. I’m taking notes….. Keep sharing.”

It’s a conundrum. But I still deleted my account.

I called my travel buddy not long ago to thank her for the seeds of awareness she’d planted in me. She’s withstood ridicule for decades for sharing this information but has a way of graciously handling whatever comes at her. I’ll be road-tripping with her again soon and this time I’m wide open to receiving!

Much love,

P.S. Here are a few other resources that I found interesting

A Study on Infectivity of Asymptomatic SARS-CoV-2 Carriers
The “Coronavirus” Pandemic: The Biggest Lie in Human History
How Bill Gates Controls Global Messaging and Censorship
A Timeline–Pandemic and Erosion of Freedoms Have Been Decades in the Making COVID-19
Testing: What are We Doing? What Does it Mean

Dr. Zach Bush: Humanity, Consciousness, and Covid19

And, last but not least, enjoy this gem on “Lockdown Language (Mind Manipulation) by Peggy Hill, The Healthy American. She has kept me laughing and while I’m always trying to be diplomatic (life path 2!), she just lets it fly! I love her for that.

Who Else Is Weeping for the Earth Today?

by April 22, 2020

This morning
ike most every morning
I sat with my plant family
and played the flute
and sang a little song
I thanked them for the Joy
they give me
I wished them a
Happy Earth Day
and then I began to weep
deep deep tears of Grief
for the destruction man
has heaped on
this exquisite planet
we call Earth
A planet of oceans,
lakes, rivers, and streams
Waterfalls, too
Mountains and hills
valleys and hollows
stones and crystals
flowers and weeds
animals and
I have become consumed
with Trees
They stop me in my tracks
on a daily basis
When I’m sad my first
thought is often of
The Willows
And so I walk to sit underneath them
They wave their fronds of
green or gold or brown
depending on the season
Today they are that otherworldly
green of spring
Willow lulls me back to my center
with her gentle swaying
I have cried many tears
under those trees
The Earth gives
and gives
to us so tirelessly
And we take
and take
and take
So today
on this Earth Day
of honor
I can’t help clean up the river
or the trash in my neighborhood
with my fellow humans
but I can go sit under the Willows
and instead of taking their comfort
I’ll ask what I can give to them
Perhaps a song
or a photograph
to show off their beauty
Anything. Even a simple
“thank you” will do
Who else is weeping
For our Mother, the Earth?
Maybe if we all sing her a song today
she will smile upon us and know
how much we love her.

Earth Day 2020

To Feel Calm is a Powerful Force

by April 11, 2020

For weeks now I’ve been writing this piece over and over in my head. Months, really. Editing as the situation evolves.

Editing as my own perspective evolves.

Instead of an otherworldly-looking virus in my headline photo, I opted for a picture of what Mother Nature is up to while we’re in a state of limbo.

She’s growing. Blossoming. Changing every day. Sharing her beauty with us for free.

Early on during this crisis, I was feeling everyone’s fear so strongly that I was exhausted. I felt like Dorothy in the poppy field. 

My dear friend with a car drove us to the woods and if ever I needed proof of the healing power of Nature (especially trees) it was that day. The next morning I nearly bolted out of my bed feeling totally recharged. It was as if someone had waved a magic wand of energy over me.

A few weeks later I walked up to a city park to be with the trees. I was alone in the park, looking in awe at a Forsythia beginning to bloom when a police officer told me I had to leave. The park was closed.

It seemed so ironic. “What could be better for us right now than sunshine, fresh air, trees?” I thought. Especially those of us living in the city, unable to escape to the woods.

I have not been watching the mainstream news for more than 5 minutes here or there – other than to check in on where I’m no longer allowed to go. Yes, I promise, this is possible.

Many of you will think this irresponsible of me. But, I believe it’s important to choose wisely what we allow into our bodies, our minds, and our spirits. 

A neighbor who used to work as a producer on a mainstream news network recently told me that her job was to ramp up fear and boost ratings.

And the fact that the US is one of only two countries in the world where pharmaceutical companies are allowed to advertise on television ought to be a waving red flag.

So, I’d love for you to check-in with yourself right now and ask if the news is feeding your fear.

One constant has remained throughout these past months and that is that I feel fearless. Not in a smug, “I’m not afraid of anything” kind of way. It has been strange, I’ll admit. I’ve felt like I’m riding a wave of calm surrounded by an ocean of fear.

To feel calm is a powerful force. A gift.

I know that fear – I experienced it for 50 years of my life. Fear and anxiety ruled me. I worried about everything, but most especially health-related things.

I was the Queen of fear.

And then a prolonged chronic illness along with some traumatic life changes led me to the world of mind/body/spirit medicine and everything changed.

I slowly healed.

With each new crisis, both in my inner and outer world, I began to feel like I was floating above them.

Like now.

I started to realize that I was not so afraid of dying anymore. That’s a pretty big claim, I know, but it’s true. I don’t look forward to my death and I work really hard at keeping myself healthy, but I don’t worry about it much. Technically I’m in an age group that should be concerned about contracting this virus. I’ve had lung issues. I am not worried in the least.

It seems to me that what’s at the core of so much fear right now is simply mortality. Our own death and the death of our loved ones. 

I’m not this perfectly evolved soul who never feels the emotion of fear. But, I feel like I’ve been gifted with this calm right now for a reason. 

Right before the new year, I bought the most magnificent set of oracle cards called “The Wild Unknown Animal Spirit Deck and Guidebook” by Kim Krans. Every single day I have pulled a card for guidance from the animal spirits.

Several years ago while traversing a rather difficult period in my life, animals started showing up in my dreams in the most magnificent ways. Dozens of gorillas on a beach, a field of lionesses, a bear who came into my cottage and when I fainted from fright, gently picked me up and placed me on the sofa before leaving the cottage.

I had a healing dream with a pigeon and I’ve never looked at them in the same way.

So, I feel very connected to animal spirits. 

A few weeks into this strange time I asked what I needed to know about my role in all of this. As I began to shuffle, a card flew from the deck and it was the Buffalo. Over the past weeks, this card has shown itself to me two more times.

“The hooves of the mighty Buffalo are grounded in the Earth, yet its heart and mind rise toward heaven. The Buffalo sees challenge, hardship, or a bump in the road as an opportunity for upliftment. Therefore the Buffalo does not fear death, illness, or misfortune…its gentle eyes look to the road ahead, trusting every turn. May we all experience this elusive yet life-changing bliss from time to time, and may we allow this card to remind us that life is a precious gift.”

I want to share the wisdom of this card with you. Read it again and know that you, too, can live life like this if you choose.

I am in my sixties now and it might be harder for someone younger to embrace the wisdom of the Buffalo. But I want you to know that all the hard things in life – grief and illness and death and hardship can lead you to a state of Grace and make your life so much richer once you get to the other side. 

We all have our dark nights of the soul.

This seems to be one giant collective dark night of the soul.

It certainly has shown us, without a doubt, just how connected we really are.

I wish I could magically wipe away the fear being felt right now by people I know as well as strangers I encounter. I see the fear and uncertainty behind their masks.

Maybe I’m sounding like Pollyanna during a pandemic – so let me say

I am not making light of the situation and I feel deeply for the millions of people worldwide whose health and livelihood are being drastically affected. 

For the healthcare workers and everyone else on the front lines working tirelessly.

For the people still bagging our groceries and delivering our packages and picking up our trash.

For those who are living with a level of fear like never before.

As though we’re in a war.

People are dying and their loved ones are grieving.

Along with the fear, the grief is palpable.

In the ancient practices of Ayurveda and Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM), grief and sadness are said to reside in the lungs.

An Ayurvedic doctor once told me I had old stale grief in my lungs and he suggested a certain type of pranayama (breathwork) to eliminate it.

He said to take a slow, deep breath, rising up from the abdomen into the ribcage, and then release it slowly, while making a snake-like hissing sound through my teeth. I like to picture squeezing out every last little bit of grief.

So, please, if you are feeling this grief, remember to Breathe.

My Ayurveda teacher, Maya Tiwari, always spoke about how tenuous the change of seasons is in terms of our health. Especially winter into spring.

Spring is Kapha Season and many people suffer from stagnation and excess mucus along with lung ailments. It is naturally a time for cleansing. Whether we put effort into cleansing or not, the body will try to do it anyway.

Many people experiencing common spring colds and allergy symptoms are worried they have the dreaded virus. Elevating their fear. I understand. I remember that fear. But, it can compromise the very immune system you want to be taking care of. 

I am blessed right now, compared to many, no doubt about it.

I work at home in a space that I love. With lots of plants to nurture me. 

I like to Cave.

It helps to be an introvert during these times because we recharge by being alone. But, it must be extremely challenging for the extroverts among us who recharge their energy in the company of others.

One thing that I noticed early on was how inundated I felt by all of the wonderful offerings coming my way via email and social media.

Meditations, meet-ups, webinars, etc. I received four or five of the same poetry chain letters. I love poetry, but I had to decline.

I had just signed up for Rosemary Gladstar’s year-long course “The Science and Art of Herbalism”. Homework and all. I have not even cracked it open.

Overwhelm can derail me and in this instance, my intuition has been shouting at me to just get quiet. 

Go within.

Deeper into the Solitude.

I love Solitude but sometimes I let myself get caught up in the chatter around me. Mostly my own. 

And so, I’ve been deleting emails by the dozens and saying a silent “Thank you, but I graciously decline.” I promise it’s ok if you do the same to mine. 🙂 

In addition to the fear and grief, I want to address another energy swirling around out there.

The energy of Judgment.

There is the judgment that some of us aren’t taking this seriously enough. 

There is the opposite judgment that people are overreacting.

Believe me, I had to check myself early on because I was definitely in the second group. Once I saw myself there I managed to shift to a place of more compassion for the fear I was seeing – especially in my friends’ eyes.

We are all vastly different and at different places on our journey in this lifetime. We process life differently – from a different lens. And so, naturally, our reactions are going to differ. 

I’m writing with some trepidation because I feel this energy of judgment so strongly.

I have been admonished by a few people who don’t feel I’m acting appropriately. Without a mask. Or gloves. 

Counter that with my judgment that people were falling in line with these draconian measures far too easily. Without asking questions.

I wrote a post once about the two little (I refer to them as) beings who sit on my shoulders called Judgment and Blame. They pinch me every time I slip up, as all humans are apt to do.

I still have a good friend who is hugging me regularly. And I’m hugging her back. We comment on how strange this world has become that we feel like criminals for touching.

I left the city last week with my friend, again, in her car, to the woods. And while some reacted with “How wonderful!” others were angry that I had the audacity to leave my home.

To breathe the fresh air. Sit with the trees. Watch the turtles sunning themselves on rocks.

Today, this same friend told me that a nearby city is using drones to tell people to disperse and go home.

“Fashionable” face masks have invaded my Instagram feed.

If you’re questioning the status quo, you don’t care about people dying.

I learned that there is something called Moral Panic in sociology and that this is a classic case of it.

Okay, here I go.

I have many many questions about what’s behind all of this. I can remember, right when this crisis began developing, that something didn’t seem right.

My intuition was on high alert.

Sagittarians are truth-seekers. We truly can’t help ourselves. 

I remember that one of the very first things that popped into my head was mandated vaccinations.

I saw in my mind’s eye a world where we wouldn’t be able to travel or get a driver’s license without them.

And, it seems I wasn’t alone in having these thoughts.

As someone who works very hard at keeping myself healthy, the issue of medical freedom is extremely important to me.

Soon, I started going down the rabbit hole of information that you won’t find on mainstream media. And, yes, that includes CNN. Remember who’s paying their bills. The pharmaceutical companies.

CNN is owned by AT&T, a company front and center in the rolling out of 5G technology. If you’re concerned about the health implications of this virus, you might want to educate yourself on 5G.

I don’t want to be writing about this stuff. I would much rather write about being with the trees, what I’m learning about the plants,  talking with Miss Yarrow, making kitchari, or Elderberry Syrup, or hanging with the animal spirits.

My life path number is 2. The Peacemaker. We can see both sides of an issue. We don’t like confrontation and anger can make us physically ill. I know I’m in dangerous territory here.

And yet, that darn Sagittarian energy keeps lighting up and urging me to seek the Truth.

So, pardon me while I take a moment to Breathe and come out of the rabbit hole.

I live in a world connected to other healers who practice Ayurveda, TCM, Shamanism, Herbalism, Energy Medicine, etc. which have been around for thousands of years. These modalities teach you preventative practices and being in tune with your precious body, mind, and spirit. 

Healing with plants (yes, even just by being in their presence – i.e. my time in the woods) has been around as long as man has walked the Earth.

In some Native languages, the term for plants translates to ‘those who take care of us’.
–Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”

There are plants to heal every human ailment.

They wait patiently for us to ask for their help.

There are hundreds of plants with antiviral properties.

Plants that help strengthen our immune system to help it do its job. Plants that fortify the lungs, lubricate them, expel mucus. Plants that calm the nervous system.

And on and on.

I did not grow up in this world. Not at all. I didn’t have a mother or grandmother who knew about the plants and could teach me. We never even had a vegetable garden.

I was born in the fifties and we ate all kinds of horrible things. Baloney, Wonder Bread and Spam. Canned vegetables. And on and on.

I came to this holistic model of healing very late in my life. I think it was a gift because I did the hard work. 

Western medicine had only offered me pharmaceuticals which added more symptoms to my already long list of chronic symptoms. And so I turned away from it.

I began to listen to The Voice. My intuition grew stronger.

The plants began to speak to me during those years and so I honor them by listening and learning how they can help us.

I am still learning and will be learning about them until the day I die.

Because, as a Sag, my life-long search for Truth comes with an insatiable hunger for knowledge.

Now, during these times, I want to shout this wisdom about the plants from the rooftop. 

Many people today are completely detached from the old ways and only know Western (Allopathic) medicine, which created a model whereby everyone needs to “check with their doctor” and then listen to her/him as the final authority. This system has only been around a couple of hundred years.

This is no offense intended to doctors, and if I broke my leg I would certainly seek out a doctor rather than an herbalist (although there are plants that would also support the healing process :)). Western medicine is very good at fixing broken things.

But medical schools still barely teach basic nutrition. 

Food is medicine. 

Plants heal.

Bureaucracy doesn’t even allow doctors and other Western medicine practitioners time to be the healers most of them went into medicine to be.

Please read my words carefully before lashing out at me. This is not a vilification of doctors or nurses or anyone else who is a part of the Western medical system. Especially not now. They are healers. They are angels. They have my utmost respect.

I still consult with other healers when issues with my own health arise. But, I so passionately believe that we need to take back control of our own health.

This is a wakeup call that the Allopathic medicine model just isn’t working, including, as we’re seeing now, the hospital system.

I deeply appreciate and admire those on the frontlines who are having to deal with the crisis but a hospital is a place I never want to be. So many people who are scared and completely detached from knowing how to care for their bodies end up in the hospital, only to add to the chaos there and increase their chance of death.

How am I staying healthy and grounded? With the simplest of measures.

Going to bed early. 

Staying hydrated. (this is a hard one for me!)

Knowing what foods nourish my body. Fortifying my immune system.

Going outside and walking/biking, sitting in the sun with a good book.

Talking to the beloved city trees who are keeping me sane.


Watching funny movies.

Dancing! Joy is an antidote to fear. And so I dance. Music lifts my Spirit. 

Find your Joy. It’s impossible to feel fear when you’re feeling Joy.

Since I can’t be in serious Nature right now I journey and daydream about where I want to be.

The simplest things can have the most profound healing effect.

I mentioned earlier that we all seem to be going through a collective dark night of the soul.

With all of the chaos, the questions, the restrictions, there is also, without a doubt, the energy of transformation on the horizon. Chaos always seems to precede transformation.

People are taking a hard look at their relationships, their jobs, their beliefs, and what their life purpose might be.

Change is coming. Big change. 

Boy, the astrologers were right. All last year they told us about what was looming ahead in 2020. And, unfortunately, according to all of them, this crisis will not resolve itself in a neat and tidy manner. It looks to be a tumultuous year. So, brace yourself. Dig deep. Change rarely happens overnight.

And now, I want to circle back to where I started – with Mother Nature.

When life as we knew it stopped, I, along with many others, remarked at how glad we were that Mother Earth was finally getting a break from the irreverent way we humans have treated her.

The fact is, we are Nature.

But our big brain species somewhere along the line decided to try and dominate the plants and the other animals, rather than living in harmony as neighbors. It seems that it took something monumental to happen to us for the Earth to feel some relief.

I don’t know what truly is behind this crisis. I don’t know if we’ll ever know the truth of it. But one thing’s for sure – we cannot go back to our old ways of doing things. Especially in terms of our treatment of this precious planet – who would, by the way, be just fine without our species.

One of the first things I wanted to do was to add to the forest that I’m growing via Because shouldn’t we all be planting more trees?

This morning I was wondering what my wise teacher, Maya Tawari would be saying and I found this quote on her Facebook page. I guess she taught me well. 🙂

“The Immunity of Mother Earth is threatened, and therefore all of life is at risk. It is about building the Immunity of our Conscience; our Humanity toward Mother Earth, Mother Nature. She is fragile, and thus we are fragile. Take precautions but do not align with the fear and survival globules! We must strengthen our Simplify; Lessen the use of Mother Nature’s Resources; Give back to the Earth; Comfort those who are fragile; Do not allow the collective fears into your psyche. Pray for Mother Earth. Be good to Mother Earth. Be good to yourselves. Re-align with Mother Moon. Practice Simple Sadhanas. Vocalise Mantras. Weep with Mother Earth. Hug her trees. Sit with your feet in her streams. Pray for the Waters.” Maya Tiwari

I want to give my fellow humans the benefit of the doubt. I want to believe that we can collectively change our ways. And then, I see discarded face masks and rubber gloves littered everywhere and my heart sinks.

This bold piece of Truth by Kristin Flyntz came my way and I want to share it with you. It is the first and only time you’ll see the C-word mentioned in my post. That’s been intentional. It has been a huge trigger for me, seeing it everywhere. It seems to have taken on a life of its own.

An Imagined Letter from Covid-19 to Humans

“Stop. Just stop.
It is no longer a request. It is a mandate.
We will help you.
We will bring the supersonic, high-speed merry-go-round to a halt
We will stop
the planes
the trains
the schools
the malls
the meetings
the frenetic, furied rush of illusions and “obligations” that keep you from hearing our
single and shared beating heart,
the way we breathe together, in unison.
Our obligation is to each other,
As it has always been, even if, even though, you have forgotten.
We will interrupt this broadcast, the endless cacophonous broadcast of divisions and distractions,
to bring you this long-breaking news:
We are not well.
None of us; all of us are suffering.
Last year, the firestorms that scorched the lungs of the earth
did not give you pause.
Nor the typhoons in Africa, China, Japan.
Nor the fevered climates in Japan and India.
You have not been listening.
It is hard to listen when you are so busy all the time, hustling to uphold the comforts and conveniences that scaffold your lives.
But the foundation is giving way,
buckling under the weight of your needs and desires.
We will help you.
We will bring the firestorms to your body
We will bring the fever to your body
We will bring the burning, searing, and flooding to your lungs
that you might hear:
We are not well.
Despite what you might think or feel, we are not the enemy.
We are Messenger. We are Ally. We are a balancing force.
We are asking you:
To stop, to be still, to listen;
To move beyond your individual concerns and consider the concerns of all;
To be with your ignorance, to find your humility, to relinquish your thinking minds and travel deep into the mind of the heart;
To look up into the sky, streaked with fewer planes, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, smoky, smoggy, rainy? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy?
To look at a tree, and see it, to notice its condition: how does its health contribute to the health of the sky, to the air you need to be healthy?
To visit a river, and see it, to notice its condition: clear, clean, murky, polluted? How much do you need it to be healthy so that you may also be healthy? How does its health contribute to the health of the tree, who contributes to the health of the sky, so that you may also be healthy?
Many are afraid now.
Do not demonize your fear, and also, do not let it rule you. Instead, let it speak to you—in your stillness,
listen for its wisdom.
What might it be telling you about what is at work, at issue, at risk, beyond the threats of personal inconvenience and illness?
As the health of a tree, a river, the sky tells you about the quality of your own health, what might the quality of your health tell you about the health of the rivers, the trees, the sky, and all of us who share this planet with you?
Notice if you are resisting.
Notice what you are resisting.
Ask why.
Stop. Just stop.
Be still.
Ask us what we might teach you about illness and healing, about what might be required so that all may be well.
We will help you if you listen.”

Kristin Flyntz

“For there is nothing either good or bad but thinking makes it so.” William Shakespeare

If ever there was a time for us to remember to connect our head with our heart it is now. We have an opportunity to slow down, do the deep work, take an honest look at our habits and how we treat the Earth, each other, and ourselves.

It is also a time to remember that it’s okay to ask questions. 

I have compiled a longer than usual list below of some resources that might interest you. Open your mind and your heart. Pretend you’re a Sagittarian. 🙂

Just as I’ve been mindful of not ingesting the mainstream news, so too have I been using my gut as a guide when I read from alternative independent sites. I don’t agree with everyone 100%. I’ve honed my intuition over the years and you should, too.

What feels truthful to you?

When you have some time, perhaps make yourself a cup of tea and have a read. They are all worthy of a look, but please, don’t miss reading “The Coronationby Charles Eisenstein, which is one of the best essays I’ve read during this time of change. 

Thank you for letting me share my thoughts and my concerns here with you. I hope that something I’ve said will give you some comfort and maybe a little food for thought.

I have never fretted so much about hitting “Publish” than I am right now. This was written with all the Love and Truth I could muster. But it’s time to let it go.

If you made it all the way through this long post, you get a virtual gold star and know that I so appreciate you!!

I’ll leave you with this loving-kindness meditation that I’ve used many times during turbulent airplane flights. It’s wonderful for calming fear, especially when linked to the breath.

I am happy. I am healthy. I am safe. I am at peace.

Much love,

P.S. I have never had to ask this of you before, but I am asking it now. Please do not send me any angry emails or leave nasty comments. There is enough angry energy out there and trying to stay centered is a daily process, especially now. If anything I’ve said or shared here has triggered or angered you, please feel free to unsubscribe. Thank you for understanding. xo

P.P.S. Most of my sharing lately has been on Instagram. Join me @shewhositswithtrees if you’re there!

The Coronation by Charles Eisenstein
The Rich Roll Podcast with Charles Eisenstein
Blowing the Whistle on Covid19
“Herbs for Immunity” – Rosalee de la Foret
What are Anti-Viral Herbs” – Learning Herbs
Building a Healthy Immune System – Banyan Botanicals
How to Strengthen Your Lungs – Joyful Belly
Herbal Antivirals” by Stephen Harrod Buhner
Perspectives on the Pandemic with Professor Knut Wittkowski
Coronavirus Provides Dictators & Oligarchs with a Dream Come True
What We Can Learn From a Pandemic “Tabletop Exercise”
Gates’ Globalist Vaccine Agenda: A Win-Win for Pharma and Mandatory Vaccination
Dr. Shiva Ayyadurai – We are at War
Bill Gates is continuing the work of Monsanto’, Vandana Shiva tells FRANCE 24





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