medicine wheels

I’ve been thinking so much about medicine wheels lately, my hands are itching to make one, to head to the beach for driftwood & magic.

One of my favorite things found in Vermont over the holidays is this handmade pouch, hand embroidered probably 100 years ago with this medicine wheel. It tingles with magic when you touch it, I am in awe of it. The inside hoops that gather the ribbon are bone.

When I read this piece of writing this morning by the lovely Kaia Ra, I knew that my medicine wheel intuition was exactly what I’ve been needing to do to build a map and to ask for the directions from the universe. I’ve known for so long that I need to open up to the universe, stop being so harsh, dance & love and express JOY instead of expressing momentary irritation. We make our own paths to ourselves but we are always guided.

The following was written by Kaia in Mt. Shasta, it is just so inspiring and beautiful that I had to share. Kaia does classes, energy work, and rituals in the Bay Area, & helped me get through a miscarriage in an incredible way.

For the past year i have felt compelled and inspired to build medicine wheels when i am within Her. Small or large, it does not matter, faerie beings of all sizes enjoy them. The spirit world LOVES them. The ancestors gather close, the water sprites flit about, ancient tree spirits steps outside of their bark to help channel whatever the wheel needs for that location.

Medicine wheels are altars in nature, they are stargates, they open up intentional portals of energy for the earth, the earth spirits, the ancestors and the star beings above to work together as one with a physical world interface. Sacred geometry and ancient future designs are the human interface for these realms to work together. I give thanks, we are so blessed to be able to participate in this multidimensional conversation through our gifts of creativity.

With healing work all kinds of emotions can span the inner spectrum. There are moments when I want to break something or physically storm against the world. These feelings are natural and I honor them. But what i have found is that when i go into the natural world and create i am harnessing this anger in strength, grace, channeling it into an offering to both spirit and myself.  There were days I didn’t know how to breathe or eat or get out of bed. What kept me going was finding my way in nature. I would beg the faerie and ancestor spirits to help me find the right branches or stones or feathers to work with. I would be stumbling through the woods, praying, crying, daring to keep creating when all i wanted to do was throw up. And i began to create medicine wheels. Circles, circles, circles of power, activation, healing, gifts to myself, gifts to others, gifts to my true divine mother.

As I worked on the medicine wheel today, I was filled with the consciousness of the river. There was not enough sound in me to feel sadness, only the movement of Her body all around me. I dug my hands into the crags and found piece after piece of perfect medium. Stones in all shapes that hugged my hand, the piercing water was glue against my skin. I wondered how often people got to know the strength and poignancy of stone and its spirit…right through their own two hands. The green moss was emerald healing energy all around me as i began to place each stone in steps for faeries to dance around later tonight.

I wondered how many deep places within people would start to settle perfectly like these pebbles in the river if they took the time to sit here and just be or just create their own vision inside of Her. And as usual, my mind wandered to the current health of our planet and how powerful it would be if everyone went into nature and began creating, mindfully, with nature.