Blessings on this June 1st.

Though power structures and the old ways continue their collapse,
June is an intense, power filled month of
magic, beauty, and hope…

{we will begin to notice the shift almost immediately}

The Summer Solstice, eclipses, and powerful energetic alignments
– coupled with her Moon phases,
bring ample opportunity for spell casting and manifestation.
Be intentional.
Choose your words and actions wisely.

The flow will be intense – uncomfortable at times,
but it is necessary to immerse within all of it as fully as possible.

Engage in those practices which bring grounding, balance, and release and shift stagnant, pent up energies.

The magnitude of the shift we are in, and
The multidimensional realms at play with leave us feeling like we’re in a Carnival fun house/ house of mirrors at times.
…as if walls we can feel but cannot see are moving and collapsing around us,, and
The ground is shifting – sometimes giving out, beneath our feet.
{Expect earth quakes and volcanic activity to increase}

Avoid pulling back the reins on what is being unleashed.
For the only way to acclimate, assimilate, and CREATE within this massive month is to move through it on its terms
– even if we feel a bit punch-drunk, along the way. 

~ Jill ?
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“Enter the wild with care, my love
And speak the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you travel far from heather, crag and river
May you like the little fisher, set the stream alight with glitter
May you enter now as otter without falter into water

Look to the sky with care, my love
And speak the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you journey on past dying stars exploding
Like the gilded one in flight, leave your little gifts of light
And in the dead of night my darling,
find the gleaming eye of starling
Like the little aviator, sing your heart to all dark matter

Walk through the world with care, my love
And sing the things you see
Let new names take and root and thrive and grow
And even as you stumble through machair sands eroding
Let the fern unfurl your grieving, let the heron still your breathing
Let the selkie swim you deeper, oh my little silver-seeker
Even as the hour grows bleaker, be the singer and the speaker
And in city and in forest, let the larks become your chorus
And when every hope is gone, let the raven call you home.”

A musical companion piece to The Lost Words: A Spell Book by authors Robert Macfarlane & Jackie Morris