…and I must go.

How are YOU?

How are you to the core of your core?

How are you in the heart of your light, the center of your soul, the source of your Source?

Are you getting enough soul food? Are you dancing with old family and new? Are you spending time in nature, touching petals and pinecones…

. . .Wow. I’d written the above questions and then, I got the call. After living with the grief of losing Mom, and the years and emergencies and healings that led up to her passing, if I see a sibling call, I try to pick up as quickly as possible—even if I’m writing. 

“I was wondering if you could help me,” my brother said. He rarely asks anything of me.

“Whatever you need,” I replied. 

The podcast I was supposed to do had fallen through and meetings were strangely pre-Mercury Retrograded and had already been pushed to next week. The universe had insisted the day before on me getting my car serviced that day, three months early, and after picking it up, I’d shopped for easily portable groceries, and filled my tank. I’d even half packed a small go-bag, too, for I could feel the hands of All-That-Is clearing space for a trip. I figured I was getting ready to go take care of my grandkids in a few weeks.

And while I’d originally thought it would be a work weekend in the studio again, it seemed it was going to be work of another kind. I love heartwork. Easy “Yes.”

As I made space in Journey, I gasped. Journey is my venerable “Mom Car.”  She and I have traveled from Kona to the top of Mauna Kea, from ocean base to tippy top 

the world’s tallest mountain. She voyaged across the Pacific to Los Angeles when the  gift of the Dancing Hands was brand new, where she also survived our insane car accident on Sunset Blvd. with barely a scratch. Together, we road-tripped across the United States twice to carry my once-beau’s artwork, and back to New Mexico, as well as a bazillion trips to every seashore I can see—this miraculous car is a giver. And bless her, she did it again, yesterday. After flopping down the backseat, what should I see in the wedge of the space where the middle seat belt roots but a smooth, tiny, clear quartz crystal pebble.

Now that crystal may not be so remarkable if I had had ANYONE but panting Blue in my backseat for years, let alone someone who would be porting a crystal. And it also might not be so remarkable if you didn’t know the story of how crystals appear for me at the coolest times—A gorgeous cluster manifesting after a Goddess Circle at our Trust Ranch in front of a gaggle of friends 2005, or Eli, the unidentified point, that appeared in front of my nose at dawn after I was told to sleep alone outside on our medicine wheel by the bonfire of Spring Equinox in 2006, (and there were no footprints in the raked sand) and disappeared just as mysteriously from under my chair a year later. Maybe the clear, quartz crystal pebble also wouldn’t be so striking if I didn’t wake up one Waimea morning with teeny, tiny crystal points sprinkled like confetti all around naked me. So yes, I gasped! 

My Ruby, standing there to witness, smiled wide and without missing a beat cooed, “Ahhhh, Mom, now you will have definitely have clear focus for this trip to write!” 

So yes, as I carried my brother’s request and drove over the river and through the woods to see the thousands and thousands of acres of burned out forest, no burning metaphor or cosmic nudging escaped me. Miraculous sacred communication. Focus. Clarity. 

“And into the forest I go, to lose my mind and find my soul”
~John Muir

Friends, if you’ve been with me any length of time, you know I do my best to take you on my journey not because it’s important you know my journey, but to encourage you on yours. Are you paying attention to your signs, messages, and synchronicities? Are you diving into own your gifts and inner wisdom daily? Do you know yet why you and I are here together? Or why you’re reading this today? Are you listening? And if so, if you say, “Yes, yes, yes,” how are you traveling these new paths of deeper listening, despite the noise of the “news?”

This Sparkling Circle knows that in 2018, I saw many red flags flapping for our world. I heard, “Travel as soon as you can, while you can.” Of course I asked why, but rather than dangle anything that might have made me worried, I was reassured to “just go.”

“But where?”

“Listen to where you are led. And while sharing your gift of Dancing Hands and the Language of Love, stay tuned for more wisdom.” 

Source doesn’t ever share anything to make me fearful, only thoughtful. Sometimes it’s emphatic. Sometimes it’s compassionate. Sometimes it’s humorous or light. And when they sweetly use the language of my toolbox, alignment radiates.

So with various merry bands, we joyously traveled all over the world—Peru, Chile, Tonga, Scotland, England—a great scavenger hunt of Spirit. We all learned and explored so much. Until the last trip to the Caribbean, a cruise with many ports, not of my own conceiving or co-creating, but with others, it was mostly wonderful. Then, the energy just about midpoint shifted palpably, and then aggressively. Two people in this group of storytellers met truly nefarious people—one with a group on shore and one with a man on the ship. 

It was shocking in the way a dream can suddenly be a nightmare. I had won this trip, because of my book about the adventure of the Dancing Hands and had joined with a happy, grateful heart. I danced daily. I was able to bring my eldest daughter. I saw, met, and worked with many wonderful folks, and I only saw the deck once due to my busy work schedule. It was a weird, unreal path of unreality meeting reality. And without me noticing, the tides turned even as we floated apart from the world. When we returned to Florida, we stepped off the gangplank into the first wave of Covid, January 2019. The contrast of life within two months time was a million times more than what we felt on the ship.

So what am I hearing now? Summer, 2026? Lean in. Even if we are set apart, floating beyond the shores of what lands or structures we have known, or had thought we knew, navigating through different weather and hotter tides, stranger patterns are once again emerging. We need stronger inner compasses. We need light. Fresh maps of consciousness. And yes, maybe travel while you can for a bit. The world is getting weird. I am still feeling the wobble, but you are encouraged to not put off your joy or your bigger why.

Where is your focus? What’s truly important to you? 

I posted something yesterday about ignoring red flags. And for me to do such a thing would presumably mean there is a flag. But like Source’s encouragement to travel while “we can,” I am hearing this flag being waved would not be red, green, or checkered, but one of every hue of light. It would be waving you all on, to gather in harmony, lean into your curves, and go straight into your deepest wisdom. 

There is emphatic encouragement in you and everyone doing the deepest, personal work of your life or any of your lifetimes—not gold-gilded, egoic work, and not just in understanding or expanding your gifts, as important as that is, but actively, joyously, lovingly opening up to why we are here together and playing in the discovery. Whether you dance with Source and All-That-Is or world build, you are being encouraged to not waste a single moment. Please expand your heartwork as soon as possible.

This week, I return to the growing joy of the ongoing Quanta Circle. I am in awe of this uplifting, healing, hearty group! Last time, we had a fresh new timers, joining those who have been joining us since we stepped off the boat into new ways to be together and it was glorious. Wise souls are magnetizing. Join us.

Also, this week, you are also invited to Quantum Fridays! In our crossover new work with Noon Miracle, we are beginning our new Speaker Series with a modern-day Renaissance women—Sinziana Paduroiu, a Quantum Physicist. An accomplished international speaker, Sinziana has lectured globally at universities, conferences, and public events, and serves as a scientific consultant for authors, filmmakers, and media projects seeking to bring cutting-edge science to wider audiences. 

If we are dancing in the Quanta, how fun to learn more about the Quantum! Join us.

Do you know what Quantum Physics is?

Quantum physics is the branch of physics that explores the behavior and interactions of particles at atomic and subatomic levels. It introduces concepts such as quantization of energy, wave-particle duality, the uncertainty principle, and quantum entanglement. These principles, along with the laws of quantum mechanics, the laws of atomic and molecular physics, and quantum field theory, provide a framework for understanding the complex and often counterintuitive nature of the microscopic universe.

Also, while the discounted room block for Elissa’s and my Soul Dancing Retreat for women is now sold out, we still have space for you to join Elissa and me in San Diego in just a few weeks time! Travel while you can is perhaps echoing here, but follow you heart and see below or click here.

All right, friends. That was a long one. But these times merit all the care that we can give to help one another in the upside-down worlds that are playing out. So many speak about the split and we can talk about that if you’d like to sometime soon, but for now….

“The mountains are calling me and I must go.”

Sending you boundless love and courage as you live your best adventure yet. Tap in. Say yes to the light. And know you are so dearly loved. I see you and I’ll see you soon.