Things are beginning to cha change. A new year, a new frequency. All happening as the sun blasts us open with its flares. Days melt into one another as time begins to wobble and morph. The Solstice seems an age ago. Christmas came and my pregnant daughter’s water broke at midnight. She labored throughout the day and delivered a beautiful baby girl. I was staying overnight so was up with her while she let her partner sleep and witnessed the early contractions before the decision was made to go to the birthing center. The next morning I drove my grandson to the Canadian border to meet his Papa. He was to spend the rest of his winter vacation with his Quebec family. As we drove, we marveled at the winter wonderland surrounding us. It was like a magical mythical forest as all was covered in crystalline white. Something that I have since come to know as hoar frost. Amazing! My grandson took photos as we felt the magic surround us. I felt it was part of the wonder of the day, knowing a new soul was making her way to the earth and her presence was being celebrated by the trees and the earth herself. It was a tearful, jubilant feeling. We did not know whether she had arrived or not (turns out it was hours later) but we felt her in our hearts.

It turned out to be a long journey involving IV’s and a hospital stay for both my daughter and the baby. Unexpected,harrowing and exhausting for all. Shocks reverberated as my athlete of a daughter was on medicine for the first time. Baby in the NICU with tubes until her lungs cleared. The separation of mama and baby when all mammalian instincts are to be bonded as one. It felt like we were all caught in some loop that we could not get free of. Finally, it ended and everyone returned home to recover. My grandson returned home to his new sibling and life began to find a new rhythm after the artificial world of the hospital. Mama and baby are thriving in the peace of a fire burning in the hearth, good food simmering on the stove, the Christmas tree and its lights shining their starry essence as a hum of hope.

Headaches, not part of my history, plagued me throughout these days. My back got crunchier, my body revved and on high alert. Later I read that we had been blasted with large solar flares. My back is a barometer as to when energies are high….as a friend reminded me. That is when the discomfort flares for me, as my body does its best to integrate and anchor the lovelight flowing in. Reminders help! It loosens that layer that wonders what is wrong. Nothing wrong, simply part of the process that eases as the light stabilizes in my system.

Today I awoke to clear skies and freezing -1 degree temperatures. Crunchy snow…..such a distinctive sound when the temperatures drop and your footsteps break through the crystalline structures of the snow. Crumping…a word describing that crunching sound. I am crumping along in the sunshine! I am sitting indoors at the cross country outdoor center. Skiers are flying past, the biathlon range is in the distance. Athletes abound. I tried cross country skiing when I first arrived here in Vermont as this town is known throughout New England for its extensive series of groomed trails. I have found that snowshoeing is more my style. Slower with my feet firmly planted on the earth. Not so much to concentrate on and no scary steep hills to navigate. I don’t have to figure out which type of skis to use, which wax, which trails. I am free to float in my surroundings. Yes, that is it. I need to take in or rather be a part of the environment, allowing my spirit and energetic body to move with my physical body. It is too hard for me to concentrate on the physical when most of my being is interacting with the natural world. The trees, the ice and snow, the sun are all communicating. My inner ear is tuned to their messages though I do not often try to translate them into words. I allow myself to be imbued with them. The Japanese have a word for this concept of forest bathing, shinrin-yoku. Yes, that is what I am doing.

In my dreamscapes, I can ski along with grace and ease. My energetic body is full of grace, she is a dancer. Of late, I feel different in my body. I sense that dancer stretching, pulling my posture more upright, my core inwards, my head balanced in a new way. My back discomfort has eased, allowing me to move freely once again. I sense the flowering of radiant health for myself and us all. There is to be a renaissance in all aspects of life. Artists who have struggled to have their work seen or read, will suddenly find an audience. Financial struggles will be a thing of the past as we claim our right to live freely upon this earth. There is so much lightness and beauty ahead. May we hold on in this transition time. May we live our visions out loud and anchor them into this earth. The new earth is arising. With each new angel that lands, the frequencies lift. Let us keep our hearts’ fires dancing as we feed them with love. It is the energy that burns clean and true and will transform all of our lives.