Thursday, November 25, 2010

Gratitude (journal entry: November 25, 2010)

Thanksgiving Morning.

Tears of gratitude wash over my eyes. The sun sparkles and glistens on yesterday's new fallen snow. My home is warm, and clean, and peaceful. My heart is full of the friendship and music of last night. Osho's fur smells like Dad (a mixture of wool and pure love). I have the whole day to follow my heart's content ~ be it to hang Christmas lights, start working on ideas for upcoming projects, cook, rest, visit friends... it's a holiday for my self, and I am already relishing in it!

I have so much to be grateful for, it's truly overwhelming. What an amazing time in my life! I see my own energy shining in my friends' eyes. I feel fire radiating out from within. I feel full, ever so full, like I'm about to burst! What a tremendous sensation, what a gift, what an honor and privilege...

I feel it most appropriate to make a list of all that I am grateful for this morning ~

1. My reunion with my true path and spirit
2. My good physical, mental and emotional health
3. My wide community of friends and supporters
4. The unique and meaningful relationships I share with my band mates
5. The abundance of inspiring, creative energy surrounding me
6. The many new and inspiring personal connections I've made this year
7. Reuniting with my Mother
8. Osho and Lilly ~ and The Bird
9. My beautiful, warm, clean home
10. My roommate, and this new journey together
11. My faraway friends who remain ever close to my heart
12. The amazing performance opportunities I enjoyed this year
13. The abundance of new, creative opportunities on the horizon
14. THAT I CAN SING!!!
15. My successful recovery from spinal surgery, and the Universe picking up the tab for it!
16. The children in my life, who bring so much joy
17. My enduring friendship with Jan Kimes, my greatest mentor
18. The growth and energy of Cantara, and its members
19. My StageCoach family, who continue to support me year after year
20. My new dream job given to me this week!
21. That I have been "out of the fog" from my addiction to marijuana for almost a year now
22. To be free of unhealthy relationships
23. To be independent and following my bliss
24. For the courage, strength, grace and dignity with which I have met life's difficult challenges
25. For clarity of thought and vision
26. For true faith, and understanding that if I put in the work, the Universe will support me
27. For Dr. Tom
28. That people feel they can reach out to me in times of crises and confusion
29. For the family members who have ever stood by my side and loved me unconditionally
30. For my Father's spirit, which is ever with me, guiding and assisting me along my path
31. For the many skills and talents I have been blessed with
32. That I awaken most days happy, energized and excited to live another day!
33. For my morning cup of tea
34. For the journals I've been keeping all these years (for them keeping me sane)
35. For the beautiful flowers on my table
36. For my open heart and mind
37. For the story of my life ~ fascinating, unique, and intensely interesting as it is!
38. For my self-confidence and self-assuredness, and the ability to accept new challenges
39. For my FEARLESSNESS!!!

I'm certain there's so much more than that, as I celebrate this past year. I conceived of a realistic plan, made seasonal goals, and took the small steps along the way to ensure my success. I am thrilled with the results. How far I've come in a year ~ how much has changed! Looking ahead now, realizing what I have cultivated and will now demand my tending to is overwhelming:

2 StageCoach schools
Teaching at Heartbeat Studios
Artistic Director of a new club
2 Cantara choirs
Debut cd project
Birthday show extravaganza
Priestess studies

Not even mentioning relationships, or other personal goals and ambitions! It almost seems crazy ~ except that I know I can do it all! I know I can accomplish all of these things now, and I WILL! I am living the life I've always wanted, elevating to the next level, rising to the occasion to meet my success!

"Gratitude" doesn't even begin to cover how all of this makes me feel inside.

Thank you. Thank you all. Thank you, thank you, thank you...

Sunday, November 21, 2010

The Dream of the Purple Journal

So, a few nights ago, I dreamed that I had dropped my purple journal (circa 2000) into a murky pond. Without hesitation, I dove in after it, and was able to hold my breath effortlessly for quite some time while I felt around the pond floor until I had it in my grasp.

The dream was interesting to me on three counts: first, the particular journal. I mean, I've been keeping journals since I was 8, have them going back through all the years of my life, and was curious as to why this one popped up into my subconscious. Secondly, I have a "thing" about dirty water - although I was raised in the Land of the Lakes, as soon as I spent a few years basking in the sun and turquoise waters of the Mexican Caribbean, I was never able to dip toe in brown lake water again - let alone scummy pond water! Third, that I dove in and was able to hold my breath, knowing on a very deep level the book must be saved, and that only I would find it. Unsure of what my subconscious message to myself was, I thought the best place to start would be with the journal itself.

Last night, I pulled it from its shelf, and opened to the first page, dated April 4 of 2000 (just as I had thought). I began to read the first few entries and was astonished at what I found: that ten years ago, when I was just 24 yrs old, the elements of my life mirrored directly (and almost entirely) my life today. I mean, it's so uncanny, my jaw completely dropped!

I had made some major life changes at that time - moved from Mexico back to the States, and was finding new work and new living situations. I was about a year out of my last relationship, and was enjoying my singlehood in the city. I had estranged myself from my sisters and family, as I felt myself reverting into bad patterns of my youth that no longer served me, and knew I needed space from them to free my spirit. I was ambitiously trying to record a solo debut cd, and planning a big show/extravaganza for its release. I was entering into the Women's Thealogical Institute, and their priestess training program, Cella. I was reflecting on the woman I was aspiring to be, and what steps would be needed to manifest and embody the envisioned qualities and characteristics...

I am currently writing about all of the exact same things - have filled 5 whole journals already this year, and now in journal 6 of 2010, am reflecting on how far I've come, and what still needs to be accomplished, as well as my plans for how to set about manifesting these goals and dreams. The words, the phrasings from ten years ago are almost identical to the words I write today... almost...

Ten years. I am reminded of the numbers ace through ten in the Minor Arcana of the Tarot. When I explain the numbers to people, I ask them to imagine that ace through nine is a long cycle of life, with little mini-cycles in between. By the time you reach ten, you are at the beginning of the next big, long cycle - but it's not something entirely new. With this cycle, you take with you all that you experienced and learned from the ace through nine cycle before... which, hopefully, is a lot of wisdom, maturity, resources, developed skills and talents. You have been winding your way into the labyrinth of your spirit, and are considerably deeper in, but are beginning the next phase, or have fallen back onto the true path of your soul and ready to move forward. Man, does this all resonate like crazy for me right now!

In going back to the dream, after reading these entries and reflecting on these cycles of life, what stands out most is the journey itself. The visions for my life, my work, my purpose, my spirit have always been clear - articulated beautifully in these books of my decades. However, at that young age, I also am able to see the impatience, the disappointment when plans changed, the difficulty in holding fast to the goals and dreams, while simultaneously being flexible and bending with life. I spent so much of my 20s struggling against life, relationships, bosses, etc. Now, what's changed most is my enthusiasm for the ride: knowing that it's the process, not the product, that holds the real joy, the real transformation, the real manifestation and expression of the spirit. I'm no longer excited only by the dream, but by the satisfaction of undertaking the real work to make the dream come true. That's been a huge lesson for me.

So, I'm not so surprised I dove head first into the murky pond of my past, to retrieve the stories of me. All of these years, all of the dramas and traumas, the blessings and gifts, the fights and the fury, as well as the immeasurable love - all are so sacred to me. All have brought me to where and who I am now: a strong, capable woman who is fighting against complacency and intent on striving farther, and working harder to make those dreams a reality. There is nothing I wish to let go of, or to forget. Indeed, I am able to look back, despite past and even recent upsets and betrayals, and honor each experience for the lesson and wisdom gifted to me. I wouldn't trade my life for anything in the world.

Book rescued, rinsed the muck from my skin, breathing deep and steady... ready to get back to the clear-blue sea of my mid-30s. I may be far away from the safety of the shallows, but am pretty sure I have the wisdom now to save myself in dangerous waters...

(... and getting closer to the one-eyed Sea Hag for our long overdue conversation...)






Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Bamboozled

It's a bit of a crisis over here.

Everything has been ticking along so well ~ I have, for months now, felt so empowered, confident, beautiful, loved, and on my path. I have accomplished most of the work and goals I set for myself this year. I am gearing up for another year ahead, filled with more success, more joy, more love... and know that I am entirely capable of manifesting it all.

I remain optimistic and positive about who I am and where I'm at, and where I'm headed to. But upon receiving some dire information regarding my former marriage recently, I am quite bereft. I learned of a betrayal so great, that it forces me to look back and realize my marriage was a sham. My life as I knew it and understood it - good and bad - now needs to be reconsidered entirely. Having to re-write your past is a terribly difficult thing to do... which I well know. This is my third time in a row. Three men in ten years, and I was bamboozled by them all.

I think that one of the most beautiful things about me is my pure heart. I feel everything so very deeply - at times to my detriment. When I'm happy, I am overjoyed. When I am sad, I am wading black depths many will never know. And when I love, my whole giant, bright and beautiful spirit opens up wide for my beloved. I love purely, truly, with good intention, and faith.

I also ignore red flags and my intuition, forgive when I shouldn't, and sacrifice too much. I am recognizing this more and more, and am trying so hard to be ever vigilant, to forbid these kinds of con-artists, users and abusers from receiving the gift of my true love - which they would relish in, and absorb, all the while committing terrible offenses and reciprocating with pain. I think it's incredibly unfair, that a spirit so loving and open as mine should be forced to wilt back and become hardened and guarded because of bad men who have taken advantage of the power of my love. But, as we all know, fair-shmair.... life isn't so neat.

I feel such anger towards these men. My brain just cannot wrap itself around how a person can paint a picture, a reality we both share, all the while carrying on in secret and subversive ways. That they would continually question my motives, my fidelity, my commitment, which I would time and again have to fight to try to prove... while, in the end, these were their crimes. I would give and give while my needs were unmet. Would try harder, love stronger, admonish myself for my own selfishness and my doubts, when I should have been listening to my spirit's warnings. It wasn't wrong on my part to love as I did. My fault was in betraying my self, and sacrificing my own essence to try to win their love and approval.

I feel sad, mostly, about what these betrayals have ultimately done to my beautiful heart. A year after being separated and divorced, I had already decided the walls needed to go up ~ that I am in need of much inner healing before I can trust a new relationship, and trust my ability to choose a true and fitting partner for me and my life. After I had already grieved the wrongdoings on both parts in my marriage, to now discover that what was really happening was so horrible, so ugly... well, there is now a steel cage erected around the walls. I am volleyed back and forth in this cage of rage and pain.

What's even more frustrating is that there is simply nothing one can do in these situations. When you are involved with sociopaths who lack empathy and live in a world of lies and corruption of the spirit, they are unable to feel your pain, much the same way they were unable to truly love. I entertain the idea of writing a letter, to express my deep sadness, in hopes that he would somehow care, somehow want to make it right. But I already know from trying it in the past that it's a futile effort. I would not get the response I most hope for. He will not be able to soothe the pain he created. It is my job to heal myself (which also seems tremendously unfair), and I know that road very well. It will take time.

So, being an eternal optimist, I try to look for the blessings and lessons in the situation. For one (and most importantly) I am already out of that toxic relationship, and have been rebuilding an independent life that has allowed me to truly express my spirit and my true purpose. I also stand in the center of a vast circle of love and support. I have learned that as I date and have romances with new partners, I must listen very carefully to my intuition, and to heed the red flag warnings. I have also learned that as I know how much I give to another when I love, I should expect nothing less in return. If I am not receiving it, from the get-go, I need to walk away.

I never know who reads these blogs. I'm sure many of you have been through similar experiences. Or maybe you are one of those who betray the love that is given you. To those of the latter, I say this: you destroy the integrity and beauty of the heart and spirit which loves you by your deceit. You may think you are getting away with something. You may even convince yourself that because you are not getting something you want from your beloved, that you are justified in your wrongdoings. You lie to yourself, your beloved, and to God/Goddess/the Universe by these actions. You may get away with it. Your beloved may never be able to do anything about it to hold you accountable. But, in time, you will suffer the consequences... for you cannot escape the power of the Great Spirit. You are simply not that smart, clever or mighty.

As for me, I recognize that I must allow myself to feel this betrayal. I must process these emotions, and come to terms with them. I do not wish to wade in this mire for long, however... this man has already taken too much of my power and energy, and deserves no more. I will continue on my path of righteousness and integrity, and be successful in my work, my relationships, and my spiritual evolution. He may or may not find the same success in his life, but I am most certain he will forever walk under the shadow of his corruption.


Sunday, October 31, 2010

My Witch (1997)

The Lady in Her robes,
with golden hair like the fingers of flames
crowning her glory ~
an aura within Her aura.
She is the Fearless One
for She knows the Goddess ~
is the Goddess,
and so has made peace with Earth.
She is a daughter of the Universe ~
it's mother and grandmother in turn,
and Her strength is but an extension
of the Great Cosmic Source.

She is teacher, at service to all who seek Her,
and Her lesson is Her song.
Her voice,
the legendary weapon of the angels,
wrought in Her time to restore the Balance,
to bring Life back from Death.

She is prophetess, dreaming the future into reality,
seeing the Beyond, and what will come to be.

She is a young Maiden ~
in Her movements you can see how
Her laughter becomes dance,
and how Her work is in Her play.
She is wildchild, daring, strong, and rebellious.
She is fast, direct. She is cunning. She is free.
She is the fire of Her hair: a Ram-ess,
pushing Her way through obstacles and boundaries,
through disapproval, and the Lower Planes.
She is the spark and the sun, the star and the flame.

She is Dragon Woman, born with wings.
She uses Her wits to fly.
She is fantasy, the illusion, all-imagination.
A dream weaver, a spell caster, Her magic floods Her veins.
With it, She transcends the mundane ~
how She soars when She takes to the sky!

She is Mother. She cooks and She feeds.
Her belly so ripe with love, and Her hands so formed
to care. Her body curved to the task.
She is an Earth-squatter, a tree-talker,
every creature as Her own child.
Her fingers like tools for the dirt: with a seed
She impregnates Her dreams.

She is, too, the Great Watershed Woman, carrying
in Her buckets and soul oceans of emotions.
She is a benevolent one, the growth towards good,
the courage to change.
Her memories are Her gold. She carries volumes
of sentimentality, keeping throughout Her life
every person, every object, every moment that ever touches Her:
they are Her living journals of who She once was,
and who She walks forth to be.

She is an Ageless Woman. A Crone before Her time ~
look only to Her eyes.
Therein, you will find Her lifetimes passed,
Her wisdom, Her solace too.
Her thin, gray locks still striking out like lightning bolts!
She keeps secrets in Her smile ~
make Her laugh and they may spill!
She is Medicine Woman, a healer of hearts and spirits,
whose remedies brew in Her cauldron of love.
She bathes the flesh in light,
and soaks the soul in song.

Emily Anna!
She is Priestess of the New Age,
Wise Woman of the Great Council,
Daughter of the Divine Lady, the Queen of Creation,
Goddess of All That Is and Will Ever Be!

...This is the witch I see in Me.

Saturday, October 30, 2010

Me, But Not Me (1997)

(Avalon...)

Raised to believe in one life, one God,
one chance to Be,
I did not give thought to other lives
which may share a space within me, inside.

I confess, I am no prophetess,
no psychic who sees
me, but not me, in a time
long before me...

Yet, I have had dreams of a land that I know:
a stream, thick with trees,
and hushed hills to call home.
This land that I know, with its
Rings of Stone,
its apples, and faeries,
and thick mist hanging o'er ~
I can feel this land in the palms of my hands.
I feel my very soul has travelled the Sands of Time
and Space, to bring me here,
to this who-I-am now,
to this pretty good year.

But, then why do I long to be whom I once was ~
this woman, this priestess, an old crone before dust?
There were things I knew then that have escaped me by now...
No, not escaped... just hidden somehow.
It seems I could learn the secrets of the Earth,
the mysteries of Life,
the miracle of Birth.

Or, perhaps, if I dared to resist my own fears,
I'd throw out my calendar and live
a different year.
Not by months, nor weeks, nor days, nor hours,
but by when the Moon turns
and when the trees flower.

Or, still even more daring, I could now declare
that I don't believe God is in space somewhere,
but that the Goddess now holds reign o'er my spirit,
and She lives not in space, but inside me ~
hear it!
When I sing, She moves through me,
Her beauty and light.
Her passion is my freedom.
Her pain, my darkest night.

And I could start tending to mending Her Earth,
to live a clean life all covered in dirt,
and vow to share with the world what I know
about Birth and Life and calendars to throw.

But oh! There I go
starting again to believe that
I am me, but not me,
and these are my dreams.
But, the who-I-am-now has dreams of her own,
and though they are different, in some ways
it shows that she, who is not me - but once was -
is still me!
Still looking for faeries, and still craving babies.

And I can grow food, and I can mend clothes,
I can honor the Moon, and I even still know that
one life, one God, one chance to Be
may exist for some, but certainly not for me.
It seems the Goddess I know enjoys giving me life ~

and though each one is different, each one is right...

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Sunset and the Witches Take Flight (1997)

If you surrender to the air, you can ride it ~
fly it. Spin on it, chase it.

And if you unfocus your eyes, you can see it.
See through it. See through air.

There are no names for the colors I see there.
No way to describe the witches' hair
that billows and flows
out of the dark and gray,
the dull blue of the day,
into golden-orange scream!

(Do you see what I see?)

Their faces turn pink when they see how I gaze,
like a girlfriend, undressing, who reads into my face.
And brief, so brief, does the light still shine.
The gray overcome, and the women take flight.
They've surrendered to the air moments before night.

Their eyes they keep focused ~
so keen do they see
through the black and the blue
(with some help from the Moon).

And I focus, too,
and find myself here
in Mexico ~ el Caribe,
feet planted in sand.

I have yet to learn it's no secret to fly.
No running, no leap ~
just jump into the sky.
The colors will carry you, the light to guide...

Unfocus your eyes and ride!

Witchlet: A Priestess-In-Training (Part II: The Priestesshood)

I returned to Minnesota a few years later, a healthy, vibrant, wise young woman. I immediately sought out resources for continuing my spiritual education. I was thrilled to find that bookstores now carried a huge section of New Age books. I discovered online pagan communities to tap into. There were shops, periodicals, and local groups all devoted to the Goddess, and Her initiates. I attended a few rituals with local covens. But I was searching for something deeper, something more akin to the real training of the priestesses of old. I had been a solitary practitioner for years at that point, and was really craving the tutelage and camaraderie of a group experience.

In my quest to find such a group, I came upon an organization based in Madison, WI ~ the Women's Thealogical Institute. I contacted them, and received exciting information about a priestess-training program they offered, called "Cella." The program was divided into three cycles, which would span across six years. To be ordained, one would then complete a more intense seventh year, with specialized priestess work, similar to writing a thesis to obtain a degree. The curriculum was divided into various "paths" an initiate would choose for herself: Creatrix, Scholar/Teacher, Healer, Organizer, Ritualist or Earthwalker. The program was self-paced, working on your activities at home, and then meeting with your designated group for intensive weekends twice each year. I was beyond excited, more than thrilled ~ I had found the training I had been seeking since I'd first heard of the Goddess, many years before.

I immediately enrolled, and was placed in a new group that was just starting up in Madison. I knew that there would be other novices just starting out, like me, as well as women who were well on their path and already several years into the program. I had no idea what to expect, but I was so open to the experience - whatever it would be!

The five-hour road trip to Madison was invigorating. I was driving with a purpose. My body shivered with a feeling of "right-ness:" for I was embarking on a journey my spirit had long been craving. I took particular joy in the smooth road, the music I was singing too, and the birds popping into my line of sight: Hawk, the Messenger, and Turkey, the Give-Away. I was alert, and full of energy. I was ready for anything.

I will never forget when I arrived at our host's home for the first time. I was a little nervous, but entered the kitchen confidently enough, smile beaming, and said "Hello! I'm Emily!" There was a look of confusion on many of the faces I saw there - I was definitely the youngest woman present, and maybe a little more... "glam," comparatively. I heard someone towards the back mutter, "Who's the cheerleader?" But I dismissed it, as I made my one-on-one introductions all around.

The weekend proceeded as many workshops do: different women presented lectures and activities on our main subject, we had time for independent study, and time to meet with our advisor, a high priestess who would oversee our work in the program. We ate together, made rituals, and downtime to talk, knit, read, etc. I soaked it all in, and despite moments of feeling inexperienced or unintelligible, I thoroughly enjoyed the entire weekend, and all the women I was sharing the experience with. The high priestess and I determined I would walk a double path of Scholar/Teacher and Creatrix, and I couldn't wait to get home and delve into my studies!

On the very last day, a woman came to me and said, "I want to apologize to you. When you first came in on Friday night, I judged you without knowing you, which wasn't right for me to do. After spending the weekend getting to know you, I think you're a really amazing and powerful goddess, and I'm very happy you're in our group." I was beaming :-)

Over the next couple years, I would attend a few more weekends, in Madison, as well as with a group that started up in Minnesota, close to home. I was very disciplined with my studies: reading books, writing papers, creating projects. I explored different kinds of meditation, raising power, becoming more earth-friendly and conscious. I was "working the program," and it was working for me in my life: despite some other life choices I had made in that time, which might have been seen as taboo or subversive, this priestess training helped keep me balanced, grounded, and strong in my self and my spirit.

Then, as life will always have it, things changed. My focus changed. Everything was changing around me: my relationship, my work, my home. I was in my late-20s, the Saturn Return years, and as it happens for many people, my life was turned upside down. I was distracted from my studies, put them on a shelf, as I spiraled downwards into a deep depression that would afflict me on and off for years to come. I was self-medicating with marijuana, which robbed me of any and all energy to make positive changes in my life. I was surrounded by people that were mistreating me and using me. I was as far off my path, and separated from my true spirit as I could be.

Because of it, everything I tried failed. Every wall I tried to climb, I smashed into instead. All of my good intentions proved to be futile. I had learned the lesson early in life, in Mexico: by small daily affirmations of spirit, expressions of gratitude and taking tiny, positive actions in my environment, synchronicity would swirl, and when we walk the true path, we are rewarded with endless opportunities, divine assistance and magical blessings. I knew this, had already learned this and lived it... but knowledge does not make wisdom. The lesson was there for me to learn again, as lessons will often require. Some things are presented to us again and again and again, until they have taken hold in a way that finally influences our choices and actions. I wasn't there yet. I may not be even now!

Indeed, it would take many years, many journeys, other relationships, jobs, experiences, births and deaths before I would finally encounter the returning path to my spirit, and to my true self and destiny. After a particularly cruel (yet transformative) year, where I had been stripped of family, husband, home, career, and more, I was left only with one thing: me. Whatever skills, gifts and talents I had been given or had cultivated, would have to be enough to reconstruct not only my life, but (and more importantly) the person I intended to be.

After years and years of neglect to my spiritual discipline, I knew the best way to get back on track would be slow and steady progress. It was Winter Solstice of 2009, and I charted a plan for my life that would coincide with the Wheel of the Year. From winter to spring, I would begin to plant the seeds. I would rest, allow myself time to dream, create, envision, expand, and explore. I would carefully consider what elements would be necessary to live a most fulfilling life. From spring to summer, I would take action. I would investigate, seek out, invent opportunities that would fall in line with the goals I had established. From summer to autumn, I would get busier than I had ever been - push myself to network, meet new people, take advantage of every opportunity that came my way, and exhaust myself with activity and work. Finally, from autumn to winter, I would step back, assess what I had accomplished (or failed to) and make the plan for the next year to come.

This has been my current path, and here we are, in repose, looking back at all that I have manifested. For the most part, I truly have accomplished all I set out to do: I have surrounded myself with positive and inspiring people, have created work opportunities that best suit my talents, have focused on healing of mind and body, and feel incredibly strong in my person: I have re-met my true self in this process, and am firmly back on my true path ~ which, like in Mexico, is evident by the amazing synchronicity and support from God, Goddess and the Universe.

In my assessment of my progress, only one element was missing to complete the picture: the priestesshood I had left behind years before. I pulled out my old manuals and workbooks. I made a list of where I left off in my studies, and what work remained for me to complete the first Cycle. I contacted the high priestess in Madison, and told her the time had finally come, and I was ready to pick up Ariadne's thread again, and make my way into the labyrinth of the Goddess.

I received confirmation from her last week, that I am most welcomed to return to the Madison Cella group, and that I may pick up where I left off. The old familiar excitement swept through me. My spirit began to dance. I take joy in the wisdom that by incorporating this spiritual discipline back into my life, the energy which is already swirling so beautifully around me at this phase of my life will only intensify. This is the last step onto my destined road. The Goddess, who lives within me, is most certainly pleased.

Had I continued my Cella studies straight through, in all this time, I might have already been ordained as a priestess. But, that's not always how life works, nor our individual spiritual journeys. All of the experiences I endured in my hiatus - however tragic or terrible - were ones my soul needed to integrate the mysteries and knowledge I am gaining. That's how wisdom is born ~ as a product of knowledge and experience, which becomes our intuition. In the tarot, the High Priestess says this about intuition:

"Intuition is partially a function of prior experience. We can sometimes predict the outcome of a particular situation through intimate knowledge of the participants or through understanding a similar incident in the past. The wisdom of the High Priestess is a kind of knowledge we use to move forward every day when we anticipate the outcome of our actions."

I anticipate that by choosing right action in my life, incorporating positive and inspiring disciplines, aspiring to better myself each day, and staying true to the woman I know I am, the goals and successes I wish to attain shall be mine. Life will change, as it always does. We never know what each season or year shall bring. Yet, I have learned that when it feels like you're beating your head against a wall, or certain people or situations bring on agitated emotions, or doors you most wish would open remain closed... you are meant to go another way.

I have returned to the path that was destined for me, and me alone. I pick up the thread, to wind myself in to the heart of the labyrinth. She waits for me there. The Mother is calling Her daughter back home.