Whispers from the Path

A soul story

It began with a breeze—
not loud, not forceful, but curious,
like a child peeking through the veil of leaves
to see if I was listening.

And I was.

The wind spoke in spirals,
carrying the hush-hush laughter of the trees.
Their branches stretched and shimmered
as if shaking off slumber,
excited to greet the one who had remembered.

I felt their joy ripple through the roots,
a subterranean song passed leaf to leaf,
branch to branch,
tree to tree.

They were speaking.
To each other.
To me.

The earth beneath my feet
welcomed my presence like an old friend,
and I—
I leaned in, heart-first.

We weren’t separate.
We were woven.
My soul and theirs,
my joy and their laughter,
my breath and their rustling limbs.

Together,
we played in the wind,
danced with shadows,
and remembered a time
when everything whispered love.

🍃 An Invitation to Remember 🍃
Enter gently, for the trees are listening…

🌿 Blessing of the Whispering Grove 🌿
For the one who remembers…

May your feet touch the earth with reverence,
and may she respond with a thousand silent songs,
sung through roots and rivers,
through petals and pine.

May the wind speak to you in ancient tongues,
each whisper a reminder that you are never alone,
each rustle a ripple of joy through the soul of the forest.

May the trees bow gently in greeting,
recognizing the light you carry—
a light they have known for lifetimes.

May you feel the radiant thread
that weaves you to all that is—
the golden hum of connection,
alive in the spaces between.

And as you remember,
may the Earth remember too,
smiling through leaves and loam,
welcoming you home.

 A Sacred Remembrance from Within the Flame

I placed myself gently into the cupped hands of the Divine,
offering all that I am to the mystery of Love’s will.
Breath softened the veil.
Light remembered itself in me.
And I simply sat—being that which I am.

Then she came.

From the left,
a woman of earth and magic—restless,
bearing the scent of something ancient and familiar,
like herbs in the wind or the memory of sacred smoke.

She cast a ring of fire upon the ground.
No words were spoken.
But the invitation was clear.

I stepped in.

Eyes gathered around me.
A quiet witnessing.
From the north-west,
a tall woman in animal skins held the gaze of those near her.
A leader, a guide, a voice of the wild.

She stepped forward
and into the flame.

And then—she merged with me.

My womb expanded,
ringing sang in my right ear.
A knowing took root.

She brought a grey wolf with her—
its eyes deep, steady,
its breath the rhythm of forests and snow.

Beyond the flame,
the sun laid down into the horizon.
There she was—this woman—
now far off, no longer cloaked in furs,
but still watching,
still holding presence.

The grey wolf lay beside me,
tired, surrendering to rest.
I lay beside it,
stroking its coat, whispering peace.

Then—
the presence arrived.

From my right,
an expanse of energy like starlight wrapped in fur.
A white wolf.
Ancient. Pure.
Its spirit bathed me in stillness,
in belonging,
in love beyond story.

It did not speak.
It became.
And it stayed.

I returned to the room,
yet nothing was as it had been.
The fire had changed me.
The wolves had chosen me.
And she—
the woman of the wild scent and the staff—
lives within me now.

🍃 An Invitation to Remember 🍃

Enter your own threshold, step into the circle, and remember who walks beside you in the unseen:

Ceremony: Entering the Circle of Fire

To be read slowly or recorded as a soft-spoken meditation...

Find a quiet place.
Let your body settle. Let your breath slow.
Feel the ground beneath you—Earth, ancient and wise, holding you now.

Close your eyes.

Visualize a pair of vast, luminous hands cupping gently beneath you.
These are the Hands of the Divine—soft, strong, eternal.
Offer yourself into them.
Not as a sacrifice, but as a gift of devotion.
Whisper silently:
“I give myself to Love’s highest will.”

Breathe.

Now, see before you an open space—earthy, golden, humming with presence.
A circle of fire forms gently around this space, not to burn but to purify.
Its flames dance with recognition.
You are being invited in.

Step into the ring of fire.
Feel its warmth.
Feel yourself becoming more and more you.

Let your awareness expand…
There are others gathered around the circle—watching, remembering.
You may feel the presence of an elder, an ancestral one, a guardian guide.

Who comes to stand with you?

Trust the first sense, image, or knowing.
Let them approach.
Perhaps they will step into the fire with you.
Perhaps they will merge, or offer something to your hands, heart, or womb.

Notice:
Is there an animal spirit here too?
Is a guide walking with a sacred animal?
Allow yourself to see, feel, or sense the being who comes to stand beside you.

If a message is given, receive it.
If there is only silence, rest in the beauty of that.

When the time feels complete, bring your awareness to your breath once more.
Thank all who have appeared.
Thank the fire.
Know that you may return anytime.

And slowly, gently… come back to the room around you.