“Paradoxically, I have found peace because I have always been dissatisfied. My moments of depression and despair turn out to be renewals, new beginnings. If I were once to settle down and be satisfied with the surface of life, with its divisions and its cliches, it would be time to call in the the undertaker… So, then, this dissatisfaction which sometimes used to worry me and has certainly, I know, worried others, has helped me in fact to move freely and even gaily with the stream of life.”
Silver Owl Psychic Astrology & Tarot shared this uplifting and power filled message about our solar eclipse today. I don’t often delve into astrology as it’s not something that I understand deeply, but still there are days when the messages are clearly for me, and for all of us, and I do resonate with and listen to them. This deeply resonated! I loved and felt so much here: a new cycle in how we love, aligning our hearts and minds with the divine flow of the universe, transmuting wounds, the eternal light that has always been in our souls, trusting the process, the heart leading the way to a new divine alignment…
This is a potent, clear message that I hope will resonate with you too…
“On March 29, 2025, the Solar Eclipse in Aries ushers in a sacred
and fiery rebirth-a divine moment where the universe invites you
to return to your truth and begin again, not from the mind, but
from the soul. This isn’t just a reset-it’s a portal into a new cycle of
evolution, especially in how you love, how you lead, and how you
show up for yourself and others. Aries calls you to ignite your inner
fire and step forward with fierce authenticity, while the eclipse
energy strips away anything no longer aligned with your becoming.
At the same time, a new chapter in relationships begins- one that
calls you to align your heart and mind with the divine flow of the
universe. To fulfill the sacred purpose of this journey, you are asked
to transmute every wound, every tear, into a pearl of wisdom,
uncovering the blessings hidden in your past. Love becomes the
mirror through which your transformation unfolds, revealing the
eternal light that’s always been within your soul. The intensity of
this eclipse may bring up endings, revelations, and emotional
release-but it is all part of the alchemy, clearing space for more
honest, soul-aligned connection. Trust the process, for every
challenge has prepared you for this moment-to move forward
with clarity, depth, and purpose. As your thoughts and emotions
begin to unite under the guidance of truth, you unlock deeper
connection and open your heart to the love you were always meant
to receive. Stay open. Stay grounded. Let your heart lead the way
into this new divine alignment, and allow the fire of this eclipse to
awaken the version of you that’s been waiting to rise.”
“Why would I want to cede any kind of emotional sovereignty to anyone in the ceremony of my everyday life?“
– James Vukelich Kaagegaabaw
I don’t. I choose not to. In this climate of unease and lack of basic civility, kindness, inclusion and honor – of grace – some days this is difficult. I want to react, to explain, to cry, to rant… I have learned better though. These things, these actions, do not one iota of good and change nothing. Better to live the authentic me in these times and not let my energy be dimmed or diminished. Love with fierce passion. Act don’t react my Father always said.
So here we are. And we still, always in all ways, have each other, so much LOVE, and a bounty of blessings of beauty in northwest Montana and all over this magnificent planet. We maintain who we are and celebrate the ceremony of our everyday lives. We honor each soul, and know there is no “other”.
“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy.”
“The spirit of a time is an incredibly subtle, yet hugely powerful force. And it is comprised of the mentality and spirit of all individuals together. Therefore, the way you look at things is not simply a private matter. Your outlook actually and concretely affects what goes on. When you give in to helplessness, you collude with despair and add to it. When you take back your power and choose to see the possibilities for healing and transformation, your creativity awakens and flows to become an active force of renewal and encouragement in the world. In this way, even in your own hidden life, you can become a powerful agent of transformation in a broken, darkened world. There is a huge force field that opens when intention focuses and directs itself toward transformation.”
-John O’Donohue
Focusing on the light as an active force of renewal and encouragement in the world… Thank you John O’Donohue, thank you to all the heart centered ones around the world doing all that they can, thank you for continuing to focus on the light, the goodness… It is difficult in these days. Let’s keep trying our best.
I waited a very very long time to have a dog. Waited past the years of long hotel hours and after the constant moving was behind me. Waited until I had some roots to make a home for him. Waited for a place where I could provide a spot on the planet where there was room to roam, where a dog could be a dog. A dog. A friend. A companion. A confidant. A being that loved the outdoors and nature like I did, a bit independent, couldn’t wait to get out in the snow… and I found Little Bear or Little Bear found me. Craig called him Bob. We settled on Little Bear Bob Barker.
He was an Australian Shepherd, and as a puppy loved to nip – he wanted to herd things – people, other animals, get them in line. He also used to like to go visiting – we have no fencing, and wanted him to be able to explore, to run and run, so for a while he toured around the hood. Later he stuck to his own property mostly. And man, could that dog run. Like the wind! Little Bear loved when I was outside with him, running laps around me – five times for my one. Checking back on me, exploring, checking back on me again – over and over. But there was so much to see, and smell and experience and my pace was way too slow for that.
God, I loved that dog. Ferociously. Do people who don’t have children love their pets more than those that must share their love with their offspring? Not necessarily – I know lots of dog lovers who adore their pets, sometimes more than their children honestly. But I do know that he wasn’t a substitute child for me, he was just Little Bear, a unique being on the planet and I adored him. A sweet, smart, enthusiastic soul who just loved life, loved everyone, people and other animals, and was so very very happy – ALL the time.
His job was to case the perimeter, ensure there were no intruders – especially deer, they had to go – not catch them mind you, or hurt them, just get them off the property – the imaginary line he had established in his dog mind was always secure on his watch. He’d saunter back after ensuring this was done efficiently, after running so hard, head down. I worried about the gopher holes, that he’d break a leg, but he was too smart for that. He was wicked smart. Smarter than me. The foxes really made him crazy though – didn’t know exactly what to do with them – play? run them off? tilt your head and just examine them? All of the above.
His energy was everywhere in our home and our lives. And that’s the hardest part. The quiet from the lack of his energy. It was potent. I hope it will linger. Contagious. Infectious. Beautiful. Special. It feels empty now.
There’s a huge hole. Gigantic. He was always at the door to greet me, always wanted to go outside with me, was always at my feet at my desk, or while I watched a movie, slept on the bed, followed me everywhere even the bathroom. Laying so close by to touch me. Telling me so much with his people eyes. No Little Bear eyes. We had so many rituals. Morning outside, followed by his toothbrush. Breakfast. A walk. Play with the dodo. Nap. On football Sundays, there was a touchdown dance when the Seahawks scored, outside to scout first to the meadow, diagonal across the lawn, up the ridge, back across into the woods – all ok, saunter back ready for a treat. Dinner. On the couch between us, nap at my feet, rest at my desk when I’m in here working, up on the bed – the bottom, for sleeping, wait at the door when we’re away, maybe nap a little, but always waiting at the door when we return, run to all three doors when my jeep pulled away. There are so many spaces now that Little Bear filled – it hasn’t even been a full day and they are overwhelming.
It was just this morning that he left us, while I lay beside him. Just the day before he was outside in the snow surveying the beauty there. He had a restless night, woke up and decided it was time to go. His quality of life up until the day before he left us was good – I’m grateful for that and, too, I’m a bit scared about how deeply this hurts, how derailed I feel – no good perspective, just overwhelming sadness and emptiness. Craig, who didn’t want a dog at first, suffering just as much as I am, and that’s hard too. They were big buddies – “want to go for a truck ride” was the biggest thrill for Little Bear, and caused great euphoria, and off they’d go. But then everything made that dog happy, just being, was enough.
I learned so much from him. My heart has been torn open. Yes, I loved this little fur clad soul ferociously, and the pain is tremendous, but the love was worth it – even now.
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