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heart rumblings, ramblings, musings:
1. we came home to my parents' for the weekend. i love what we have going on at our home in the mountains, but sweet heavens do i miss these big alberta skies.
2. the horse medicine today was top notch. this is a potent reminder that has been fully received, thank you.
3. today i ventured out to a part of the forest that i usually give a wide berth {because i irrationally think i will run into a cougar there}. it is a darker, sprucier, mossier, muckier patch of forest on this land; the kind of forest teeming with the life that is found in the fecundity of dense decay. today on my walk, as i got closer to these dark woods, i heard the voice in my head say "there's an owl in there". so obviously i ventured in. i found plenty of nests, a red-tail hawk feather, a mole jaw bone and the most incredible mosses and lichens in the richest greens. but no owl. i know she was in there, but her medicine is quieter than mine and today we weren't a match.
4. simply because i could, today i let my walk be dictated by the forlorn cry of a hawk and then the raucous chatter of crows; following their calls and cries until they eventually led me back to the river crossing closest to the house. the sense of delight to be so directionless was tangible; the sinew and bones of my being humming with pleasure.
5. these words:
if women remember that once upon a time we sang with the tongues of seals and flew with the wings of swans, that we forged our own paths through the dark forest while creating a community of its many inhabitants, then we will rise up rooted, like trees.and if we rise up rooted, like trees … well then, women might indeed save not only ourselves, but the world. -sharon blackie
6. mandatory reading if you're in the market for a life changing book:
-if women rose rooted by sharon blackie
-women who run with the wolves by clarissa pinkola estés
-the smell of rain on dust by martín prechtel
-the wild edge of sorrow by francis weller
happy mabon wild ones.
xo
kael
#heartrumblingsramblingsmusings

. . .
horse lips.
laying on the earth.
breathing deep, deeper.
listening with my whole being.
digging fingers, like roots, down into moss riddled forest floor.
attuning.
refining.
relinquishing.
i've realized i no longer wish to be an active seeker; chasing and clinging, charging, along my spiritual path to some imagined finish line.
no more inhaling books and meditations or peppering shamanic journeys with questions in pursuit of answers or hard truths.
no more pursuit.
no.
instead i want to bear witness to the natural unfolding. i want to offer my eyes and my heart, my listening and my voice, the entirety of my attention and being, so that whatever needs to be offered to me or through me is received accordingly.
attuning.
refining.
relinquishing.
and so it is.

#Recordatorio amistoso: yo no vengo de tu costilla, tú vienes de mi útero 🤜 // #femininst #reminder #notfromyourrib

Ladies, we are living during historic times! Never before in our history have women's voices been louder and felt more strongly around the world than now. We encourage each and every one of you to use your voice and show your power.
Find a local women's organization to volunteer with. Donate money to women's charities, organizations and non-profits. Reach out to women in your community and be a resource and a beacon of hope and change. Fight for the change you want to see and for the rights of women everywhere.
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Peygamber Efendimiz (s.a.v.) buyurdular: “Yalan, maişet (geçim) darlığına; rızkın azalmasına sebep olur.”
(Hadîs-i Şerîf, Kenzü’l-Ummâl)

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. . .
horse lips.
laying on the earth.
breathing deep, deeper.
listening with my whole being.
digging fingers, like roots, down into moss riddled forest floor.
attuning.
refining.
relinquishing.
i've realized i no longer wish to be an active seeker; chasing and clinging, charging, along my spiritual path to some imagined finish line.
no more inhaling books and meditations or peppering shamanic journeys with questions in pursuit of answers or hard truths.
no more pursuit.
no.
instead i want to bear witness to the natural unfolding. i want to offer my eyes and my heart, my listening and my voice, the entirety of my attention and being, so that whatever needs to be offered to me or through me is received accordingly.
attuning.
refining.
relinquishing.
and so it is.

. . .
heart rumblings, ramblings, musings:
1. we came home to my parents' for the weekend. i love what we have going on at our home in the mountains, but sweet heavens do i miss these big alberta skies.
2. the horse medicine today was top notch. this is a potent reminder that has been fully received, thank you.
3. today i ventured out to a part of the forest that i usually give a wide berth {because i irrationally think i will run into a cougar there}. it is a darker, sprucier, mossier, muckier patch of forest on this land; the kind of forest teeming with the life that is found in the fecundity of dense decay. today on my walk, as i got closer to these dark woods, i heard the voice in my head say "there's an owl in there". so obviously i ventured in. i found plenty of nests, a red-tail hawk feather, a mole jaw bone and the most incredible mosses and lichens in the richest greens. but no owl. i know she was in there, but her medicine is quieter than mine and today we weren't a match.
4. simply because i could, today i let my walk be dictated by the forlorn cry of a hawk and then the raucous chatter of crows; following their calls and cries until they eventually led me back to the river crossing closest to the house. the sense of delight to be so directionless was tangible; the sinew and bones of my being humming with pleasure.
5. these words:
if women remember that once upon a time we sang with the tongues of seals and flew with the wings of swans, that we forged our own paths through the dark forest while creating a community of its many inhabitants, then we will rise up rooted, like trees.and if we rise up rooted, like trees … well then, women might indeed save not only ourselves, but the world. -sharon blackie
6. mandatory reading if you're in the market for a life changing book:
-if women rose rooted by sharon blackie
-women who run with the wolves by clarissa pinkola estés
-the smell of rain on dust by martín prechtel
-the wild edge of sorrow by francis weller
happy mabon wild ones.
xo
kael
#heartrumblingsramblingsmusings

. . .
these three sisters.

. . .
sunday it was salmon and mouse offering us guidance to get with the getting on our path home and to our details and tonight, on the new moon, it is the moon and rabbit.
rabbit for creativity and fertility; an awakening of dormant awareness and abundance.
and the moon, the final new moon of the summer and of the south; a time to really set intentions straight from, and receive healing straight to, your heart.
this moon asks us to go as deep and as high and as wide as we possibly can into the most sacred, and often most secret, spaces of our hearts and spirits.
what is it we are truly here to do?
what are the whispers we have been pretending not to hear?
tonight the moon gently nudges us out of the nest of our comfort zone so that we can begin the practice of taking flight into our highest potential while taking root into our deepest fecundity.
this new moon, ever the wise grandmother, also teaches us about boundaries; the boundaries found in our innate wisdom, our ability to persevere, our confidence to know when enough is enough and our ability to analyze and decide quickly and in alignment with our hearts.
where does our deepest, truest wisdom lie? in those most sacred and secret spaces of our hearts and spirits. how can we access these potentially untapped resources? by being incredibly clear in our boundaries.
get clean. get clear. set intentions that are in alignment with the rhythm of your heart. set intentions that make your ego writhe in discomfort at just how lofty and beautiful and true they are. and then love and let go to the moon.
and so it is.
xo
kael
#ireadthemoonforyou
{p.s. i have a completely free, completely beautiful new moon ceremony guide on my website should you need some help getting your ritual on. click the link in my profile and then click on the banner at the bottom of the page. 💛🌑💛}

. . .
i'm glad you got back up.
but now tell me, what have you learned?
don't feed me platitudes.
offer me the gristle, the meat and the marrow of what you have learned.
what is congruent?
what is cohesive?
what have you sharpened the teeth of your heart against?
what has satiated the hollowness that filled the creative centre of your belly?
what sticks like a thorn in your mind?
what leaves you thirsting for more?
what, tell me, have you learned?

. . .
heart rumblings, ramblings, musings:
1. i saw a hummingbird moth. it was one of those experiences that happened in slow motion. i saw this blur of a creature and stared while my thinking mind reeled to catch up and make sense of this thing i had never seen before or even heard of. because my mind had no place to categorize this marvel of a beast it defaulted to what it does know. which is why when my husband walked over, and the magical moth had hummed away, i told him i had seen a fairy. google later told me though that i hadn't seen a fairy but a hummingbird moth. my brain is satisfied. my heart swings between disbelief in the almighty google and delight that my not-a-fairy turned out to be something equally as wondrous.
2. human warrior beasts that send me love, gratitude, care packages and even a gorgeous playlist titled "fuck nazis". thank you.
3. i'm feeling into the use of the word "dark". as in "it was a dark time for me" or "i emerged from the darkness". i like the word dark. it stirs feelings of depth and fecundity, womb spaces and earthy places, ancient roots and even more ancient times. it is rich with holy femininity. but all of the ways we use it has a negative connotation; as though the dark is less than and the light is the goal. i want to shift this for myself personally so that when i have dark times i might better be able to soften into the divine offering that they actually are rather than carrying a sense of shame for succumbing. so that i might welcome the dark tenderly rather than writhing away from her fearfully. so that even, especially, in the dark i can acquiesce and be attuned to holy receptivity.
4. i plant lettuce in my garden every summer thinking that the delight of picking my own lettuce will make me want to eat a salad. i have been wrong every year.
5. i'm compiling questions. for study? for a blog series? maybe for no reason at all except to know what everyone else is curious about or fumbling their way towards?
have a question? let it go in the comments. anything goes; i want to know what you're wondering about or grappling with.
🖤
that's me.
i wish you a weekend of what you need.
-k
#heartrumblingsramblingsmusings

. . .
i am kael.
daughter of beth.
granddaughter of hilda and katie.
great granddaughter of katharina and anna,
catherine and aganetha.
i am a mighty warrior.
daughter of one consecrated to god.
granddaughter of a woman of battle and a woman of purity.
great granddaughter of purity, grace and holiness.
i am a mighty warrior.
on my horse of midnight sky. snake coiled, body taut, around my left wrist. barn owl perched, talons gripping, on my right hand. and a mahogany crone, ancient and rich as mountain topography, enrobed in garnets and indigo, at my side.
i am a mighty warrior.
i have found my way to consecration with the goddess.
i am a woman of battle.
i am holy in this feminine form.
i am fumbling my way with grace.
sometimes our two bodies move rhythmically, synchronized to something resonant my ears cannot hear.
sometimes grace dances on, all laughter and light, ease and ability, humbleness and humility; her feet delighting in the mud, her hands deftly crowning the chaos with flowers, while the bones of this life crunch sweetly between her sharp teeth as she sucks back the marrow of it all. she dances on while i watch and stumble after her; tripping and falling, finding myself mired in the muck of one human mess or another.
but i see grace.
i found my way to see her, to recognize her for the beast she truly is rather than the immaculately groomed and thoroughly untouchable virtue i always thought her to be.
and now purity.
the ancestral line of my grandmothers contains a lot of purity.
i can feel myself recoil from purity.
but i am a mighty warrior.
i have a horse and a snake,
a barn owl and a crone,
and we will find my way to the truth in purity.
i don't want to.
i roll the word around in my mouth and want to spit it out. i can feel it slide, thick and heavy, past my clenched teeth, down my closing throat and land heavy in my belly; a long forgotten ember of shame waking from dormancy.
but i am a mighty warrior and i will honour each spine that forms this ancestral line.
i will hone and heal, polish and mend.
until vertebrae by vertebrae this great spine of my women extends straight and strong, holy and potent, from root to crown.
and so it is.

. . .
i thought i lost my way.
i didn't.
i found myself a new way without realizing it and it just took some time to get reoriented.
i bet you did too.
but now i am reoriented.
now i recalibrate.
now i recentre,
regroup,
reground.
now i realign on my path.
and for the first time in an excruciatingly long time, i feel hope lift up and away from her perch in my rib cage.
the feathery flick of her wings against my heart.
the rise of her warbling song in my throat.
the lightness and ease, the grace, of her crescendoing dance along the air currents in my lungs.
ripples of ecstatic joy spread as the rest of my body responds to her brilliant plumage.
hope has taken flight.
-kael

. . .
new community.
new school.
new friends.
seeing their dad only on weekends.
my children are the bravest and wisest little beasts.
all the same:
please let this be worth it.
please let us all flow with grace and compassion through this huge shift that i have asked of us all in this little family unit.
please let me find contentment.
and so it is.
xo
k

. . .
here we go beasties!
the first week of the first month of a new season on the cusp of a full moon.
it is all sorts of endings and beginnings. all manner of releasing and receiving.
and we kick it off with badger medicine.
and badger medicine is not to trifled with.
badger is belly close to the earth medicine.
badger is mouth full of sharp teeth medicine.
badger is body thick with strength medicine.
badger is vocal medicine.
and, above all, badger is story medicine.
badger is a keeper of stories.
this week, this full moon, this month and this fall season, journey to the roots of your creation stories. as you travel, badger will teach you about self-expression, self-reliance, resiliency and tenacity.
resiliency and tenacity.
so you?
get digging.
dig deep, go beneath the surface, and become fierce in your determination to you unearth who you really are.
not who you have been told you are supposed to be. not the roles you play or the masks you wear for others. not who you think you should want to be.
who you truly are.
as you excavate your truth, you will unearth your stories.
good, bad, or ugly, see your stories for what they truly are; your teachings and your lessons; your potential for evolution and expansion.
for your own well-being, yes.
but also for the beautiful hearts and spirits that need the medicine, wisdom and fellowship pieces that only your stories hold.
unearth your stories.
hold them, dripping and dank or light and lovely, for the world to see and for the world to receive.
unearth your stories.
offer your medicine.
xo
kael
#ipulledacardforyou
#spiritanimaloracledeck
{spirit animal oracle decks are for sale here [link in profile] and through @liminalrootsbotanica. next round will ship, cleansed and charged, after the honey of a full moon on september 6th}

People often say that "beauty is in the eye of the beholder," and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where other have not dared to look including inside ourselves. -@salmahayek who's just turned 51 and showing us how it's done! 🔥

. . .
sage to bless and to cleanse. to cleanse and to bless.
russian sage blossoms for wisdom and knowledge. ancestral conduit.
lavender for love. tender love. ferocious love. and all the shapes of love in between.
rosemary to deep dive into memory. cellular memory.
calendula for passion and joy. to taste the smoke of the sun.
motherwort for the heart. and the womb. and the mother wound.

. . .
they all say:
you have depression,
stop fighting things so.
but they all mean:
you have depression
because you fight.
you fight what is.
and what was.
and now the weight of it all,
the intelligence required,
the energy demanded for these fights
has caused your brain to short circuit.
and i say:
maybe,
m a y b e,
i have depression because no one fought these fights before me.
because no one fought for me.

. . .
i am remembering my ways of creation.
listening in.
summoning the spine.
barn owl clutching my right hand.
snake intertwining my left.
a black horse made of midnight sky beneath me.
my throat is stretching,
expanding,
evolving.
and i am remembering where i came from.
i see the length of my ancestral line.
i see my points of origin.
i am remembering all the way back.
all the way back now.
to when i created at the cellular level; star codes and guidance tattooed like a map over my skin.
to when i roamed wild and powerful and holy in my female form on the land.
to the times i have studied at the feet of the crone and to the times when the crone was me.
i close my eyes and my body instantly shifts.
energy shifts.
spirit shifts.
spine and snake and barn owl riding the midnight sky.
crone and creatress.
wild and holy and potent.
stardust and star codes and skin.
all of it.
dancing together and apart.
mingling through memory and dna and dreamscape.
i am reclaiming my ways of creation.
~kael

. . .
finding some truth in that whole "diamonds are a girl's* best friend" malarkey.
*woman's. because, don't infantilize me.

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