Category Archives: Nature

women joyfully releasing into the moon

Celtic New Year

   On this Celtic New Year, I am greeting you with Love and Gratitude for your Being and for your Earthly Presence – Namaste!

   I thought of each of you warmly this morning as I reflected on today’s reading from the daybook I have been using, Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach, “Make Room for Mystery, Awaken to the Magic.”  I have always secretly believed in magic finding affirmation of its existence in the writings of C.S. Lewis, Watership Down, the Hobbit stories, as well as the Harry Potter stories.  Coincidentally, magic has been a theme of my inner work for several weeks and I was surprised to find it in today’s reading.  While always believing in ‘magic,’ it is just in the last few years that I dared to allow that belief to come more into my aware consciousness.  And, to my delight, I am finding that I am not the only human who believes in magic and further delighted to discover the Divinity of Magic as well as its association with the Natural Realm.  So today’s reading has offered me yet another piece of ‘magic.’

   It is with a full heart that I am moved to share it with you with the hope that you find within you the affirmation and the acceptance with which it is sent.  Many blessings…

“To work magic is to weave the unseen forces into form, to soar beyond sight, to explore the uncharted dream realm of the hidden reality.”  Starhawk

   “…Halloween comes down to us from the pre-Christian Celtic festival of Samhain, held October 31, the last autumn night before the cold and bleakness of winter.  On this night—considered the Celtic New Year—the Druids believed that the supernatural world drew closer to the physical world, so human beings were more susceptible to the power and influence of the unseen.  Magic spells could be cast more easily, divination (predicting fortunes) was more revealing, and dreams held special significance.

   “Being Celtic, I still believe this.  Being human, I believe Halloween is the perfect reminder that magic flows through us, mystery infuses every encounter of every day.  We conjure up the shoe that cannot be found anywhere in the house, transform leftovers into a feast, coax bounty from the barren earth, banish fear, heal hurts, make money stretch till the end of the month.  We carry, cradle, nurture, and sustain life.  We do all this and much more.  But most women are not consciously awakened to the realization that we are descendants of an ancient, sacred lineage:  the She.

   “Isn’t magic what you’re performing when you are creating an authentic lifestyle for yourself and those you love?  Aren’t you shaping unseen forces with your creativity and soulcrafts, bringing into the physical world through passion what has only existed in the spiritual realm?  If you can do this unconsciously, how much more could you accomplish if you were fully aware of your powers!

   “O daughter of the She, much power has been gifted you.  It is the power of Love.  Tonight by candlelight or by the light of the full moon in your backyard, commit to use your power wisely for the Highest Good or All.  You have no idea of the countless lives you touch in the course of your lifetime.  Souls searching for Wholeness that could be healed with the magic at your command.  Go directly to the Source.  Acknowledge your lineage and your authentic gifts with a grateful heart…and on this night of magic, by candlelight or moonlight,”… commit to bringing your own unique, beautiful magic into form in this present incarnation.

   Happy weaving, ecstatic soaring, and awe-inspiring exploring of those uncharted realms….

With love,

Belledessa

clip art blue bird on a branch

My Heart Thrills

I have never shared with any one what I am sharing here so please bear with me if I seem to go on a little too much, if I do it is simply to allow words to get as close to my level of inner joy of these experiences as possible.

For as long as I can remember my heart thrills as I listen to the songs of birds, the whirr of cicadas, crickets, grasshoppers, the stirrings of wind, the timpani of thunder, the crack of lightning, the rustle of fallen leaves as I purposely shuffle through them to amplify the sound, the gurgles of streams on their way to rivers, the croak of the bullfrog and the song of tree frogs, the snorting and rooting around of animals as they find their food and make a comfortable resting place, and even when laying on the ground hearing the diminutive sounds made by unseen entities, and oh, the crackles and pops that come from a fire, the unique sound of the wind as it passes through evergreens then cottonwoods or maples or oaks, the fluttering of a moths wings, buzzzzzing of bees as they gather pollen from first one blossom then another….I could go on. And the silence when no sounds from humans can be heard and any sounds of nature are indiscernible…I can rest in that silence.  These sounds along with the scents of soil, tree bark, grass, flowers, rain, tomato plants and honeysuckle (to name a few); the brushing of the wind on my face, the sun as it warms my body, the texture of stones and leaves; the variety of colors, shapes, designs, and variations of each of them combining
into myriad patterns to please the eye.

I have never understood why so few people I have met experience a similar inner response as mine to all of these communiqués.  Instead I hear: “I wish the wind would quit blowing,” “The stupid birds singing woke me up,” “I hate the sound of the locusts,” “It’s too quiet.”

The sounds, scents, textures, visual variety of the natural world are here to interact with us, to calm us, to inspire us, to comfort us, to help us let go of whatever it is that is an irritant to our soul, to motivate us to live a little more fully and authentically.

As David Abram lifts up in his book The Spell of the Sensuous, the “magic” available to each human is in altering one’s common state of consciousness “precisely in order to make contact with the other organic forms of sensitivity and awareness with which human existence is entwined.”  I personally have always believed in the existence of magic and it is Mr. Abram’s definition of magic that most resonates with me: “Magic…is the experience of existing in a world made up of multiple intelligences, the intuition that every form one perceives–from the swallow swooping overhead to the fly on a blade of grass, and indeed the blade of grass itself–is an experiencing form, an entity with its own predilections and sensations, albeit sensations that are very different from our own.”

I am inviting you to experience magic in your day, every day. May your life be full and your heart thrilled.

~ Belledessa