What if … It’s Not So Bad?

Hang on. There’s a celestial storm coming on Wednesday (full moon, super moon, eclipse and more) that’s reputed to be intense and asking us to prepare for a year of:

no brakes, fallout, powerful cosmic tides, physical elemental chaos

(breathe, sing, move a little – it might not be so terrible)

It’s part of an intense year. Astrologer, Lorna Bevan tells us:

“If vision and practical skills are brought into a place beyond either one, new worlds can come into being. Tenacity is the key. You have to see the pattern, inscribe the pattern, and let it set collectively.”  (read more)

(breathe, sing, move a little)

When I read this last bit, I was relieved that there was a way through the storm and then immediately overwhelmed by how much work it all sounded like. Are you with me?

Then I reminded myself, we have actually been in this weather since August’s eclipse. This is the 2nd act and will help us understand things as the dust settles. 2018 will be a year of major transformation for us individually and collectively. But aren’t we actually longing for change? Aren’t we tired of carrying around the old stories that inhibit our living rather than supporting it?

I know it’s weird – at least to admit out loud – but when I was a child living in Ohio, I loved tornadoes. You could tell they were coming: the air sizzled with electricity, the sky changed to an odd dirty yellowish color, the wind picked up – and, you might even be able to see the funnel coming before you closed the root cellar door.


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Like Dorothy, I knew life might never be the same. I also knew that I lived in a town that was at the confluence of two rivers and the likelihood of a tornado crossing both rivers and finding us was relatively slim.

Some in the cellar shook with fear and huddled in fetal positions anticipating the worst. My mother would often sing to calm us and let us know she trusted we’d be fine (yes, that might have been a ruse, but it was helpful).

What was I doing? Well, if you’ve been reading my posts, you know how connected I am to the land. I was listening to the song of the wind as I breathed in the earthy scent of the cellar. I was wishing I could dance with that wind and feeling grateful for the protection of being in the earth, just in case. I was rocking my younger siblings to comfort them and eagerly anticipating the moment we could leave the cellar and see what the world now looked like. I could sense the magic in it all.

We’d always take a drive after everything calmed down again. We’d check to see that neighbors and family were safe. We’d marvel at the refrigerator in the middle of a plowed field. We’d pray for those whose homes or businesses were no longer where they’d once been – and lend a hand where necessary.

We never talked about it, but despite the damage we might see around us, there was always the sense of the world sighing in relief. All the pressures and energies that had come together to create the storm had been released. It was obvious that there was work to do, things to clean up, lives to resurrect – but after the initial eerie silence, the air had a freshness about it. We’d find ourselves saying things like, “We don’t have to worry about that rickety barn falling on someone anymore.”

Yes, we have a lot of strong winds ahead of us in 2018. There is risk, danger, potential, … We can choose this year to live in a place with two rivers: Lorna’s rivers of vision and practical skills; or the river of speaking our truth and the river of acknowledging our most tender dreams. The need to recognize these rivers was revealed with the eclipse in August. Did you notice? “Me too.”

Let’s go to the root cellar – not to hide out until it’s over, but to get in touch with what roots and grounds us, what helps us hold our place in life. Let’s take flashlights to help reveal our own truths.

Resistance is futile. The storm is already here – the shudders have been banging and the windmill has been screeching. We are being gifted with this incredible opportunity to let go of the stories we carry that don’t feed our lives, to clear the path and walk in new ways.

The coming winds are not after us to punish or devastate. The storms are here to help blow down the rickety barns and transform our landscapes (inner and outer) to support our dreams, build our community and invite us into co-creativity.

In my book, that’s not so bad. We can trust nature and her celestial dances to continue in their everlasting cycle – to remind us that new life always follows any death. We can certainly choose to deny or resist what is happening. Or, we can enter the mystery with a sense of wonder. We can honor and give gratitude for what no longer serves and do the work of releasing what is not sustainable. We can consciously choose the seeds of new life and do the work of planting and cultivating those seeds.

Vision, practical skills, needed change, potential, wonder, anticipation, new life,…

Yep, it’s not that bad. I can’t wait to see what the world will look like after it all settles. In fact, I think I’ll start imagining its beauty right now.

I’m grateful to share this information and my personal stories/insight around them with you – ways that I navigate it all.  I also love hearing from you and look forward to your stories of facing storms or sharing what new seeds you want to cultivate.

Thanks for reading and being part of my circle.

Blessings, ~ Coleen


How Can You Be So Happy?!

I am cursed. It’s true. No matter how dark a place I’m in or how many challenges I might be facing or who has left me – I find a bright spot, something to be grateful for, a new branch in the road that will lead to a new adventure.

I like to credit my Irish heritage with this ability. The weather in Ireland is always changing and if you don’t like it, well just wait a bit and you’ll have something else. Such a healthy positive outlook. But in typical Irish contradiction, I’m also rather put out that I can’t seem to sink into the lovely arms of melancholy. It’s a wonderful state, being sad and melancholy. And just when I start settling in, the weather changes.

Aw well, what can you do? The wheel keeps turning and none of us can change it. Nature knows it and she shows us this “truth” over and over again. The dance of Sun, Moon and Earth are comfortingly constant. Seasons follow in their patterns, tides ebb and flow, gardens grow and go fallow. Of course, just to keep it interesting, Nature’s unpredictability cuts in for unseasonable games.

We can blame the Mother for tidal waves, earthquakes, hurricanes, tornadoes, fires and floods. We can pretend that we have no contribution to what’s happening and we can feel/act as victims. Before we do that, perhaps we should consider how our deep drilling, fracking and clear cutting might be affecting such things. Or, if it’s really reasonable to build a home on the edge of a cliff for the incredible view and then complain that you’re a victim of nature when erosion slides that home into the sea? Aren’t we contrary beings?!

What if we consciously let ourselves become aware of the patterns in life and danced with them?


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Here’s a really big secret. Be careful who you tell, because if this gets out our world might just go topsy turvy.

Are you ready?

Here it is:

We are co-creators. We’re partners in the patterns of life.

We don’t live in bubbles. What we do in our everydayness ripples out into the world. Our decisions create situations and choices – the Universe responds. It’s a co-created dance.


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Someone once chastised me for being happy despite knowing about the really terrible things happening in the world. This person thought I was simply ignorant and when he discovered that I was in fact aware of the problems in the world, he became irate. “How can you be so happy?!” he screamed at me.

It’s almost always been my co-creative choice to be positive. Some days it’s a challenge, but I never fake it; that’s not creative. Some days I let myself slip into melancholy. I watch the horror on the news and let myself feel the pain. But I can’t stop there. It calls to me for healing, for release. It asks to be heard and witnessed. And so, I sing.

I sing the pain and sorrow, the frustration and fear. I give it voice and expression. To deny it, to refuse to be a witness is not in my character. The singing then becomes a prayer, a cleansing, a healing.

When melancholy and joy both find their way into the song, I know the weather is changing. The song moves me (and those I’m singing for) into the ebb and flow of life -bringing about a level of healing that is due to the movement the song initiates.

It makes me so happy to sing the world in this way. I choose it. I choose to engage with the challenges in the world by singing and emitting love. I choose to listen to and hear all the voices in the world’s symphony – not just the loud ones or the cacophony. I ask, “Where would you like to be? How would you like to move?” I simply sing the answer that moves through. So far, without fail, that answer has always taken the song towards joy, healing, ease, and/or love.

How can I be anything but happy in a world that hungers for these things and when given the option moves toward them?  How can I be unhappy in a world where I can help create such things?

If singing is not your thing, try breathing, moving, or love.

Pain, sorrow, frustration and fear too often have us contracting, holding our breath, hiding. A little movement – through song, breath, dance, walking, even cleaning, … can really be helpful. Just be sure you don’t move yourself into a rut. Acknowledge what is happening (keep moving), infuse it with love (keep moving), imagine other possibilities (keep moving).  In my book, Choices for Joy, I encourage considering at least three possibilities for every situation or story. We can so easily get stuck in a story, which may or may not be true. To open ourselves to possibilities is our co-creative right. I wonder what we can stir up?


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I love hearing from folks and look forward to your stories of dealing with the world or what you’re stirring up.

Thanks for reading and being part of my circle.

Blessings, ~ Coleen

When Spider Woman Comes

One of my favorite aspects of the work I do involves listening deeply to what’s on the web, or in the field. Here is where I catch the stories we need for our lives. I’ve been taught new technologies, new ways of carrying our stories, and even ancient ways of knowing that have incredible relevance for us today.

In August, Spider Woman came calling. During the week of that major eclipse Spider Woman kept showing up. I even got a spider bite. So I journeyed to her and sat near her web as she taught me several powerful lessons.


One of those lessons was that our webs do grow stale. They get tattered and torn. When this happens, a new web awaits us. All we need to do is jump our current web and trust. She said this last part with a glint of humor in her eyes, knowing that the trusting is the most challenging part. Yet as she continued weaving her teaching, I began to feel into the joy of jumping and the comfort of landing on a new web – one that supports and nourishes my life.

In February, I’ll be speaking at the Women of Wisdom Conference in Seattle about my journey with Spider Woman and her teachings. How do we

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Feminine Spirit Rising; It’s Time! 26th Annual Women of Wisdom Conference February 17 & 18, 2018

create new webs? How do we jump? How do we weave the stages of our life?

This conference is in its 26th year and I’ve been blessed to attend many many years and to speak and/or perform a handful of times. It’s always been for me a powerful connection with women and spirit.

This year the WOW organization has jumped the web and are offering a new community gathering format. I’m terribly excited about the possibilities this new format will allow in terms of deep connections with other women.  You can find out more and register here.

When teachings come to me in an intense way, I’ve come to recognize that they are not only for me, but immediately relevant for the collective. I feel like this year might be a year of jumping webs.

Blessings, Coleen


A Woman in Gold

In the last post, I spoke of feeling like a vessel with many cracks and of being in a cycle of initiation. Initiation is not a word we’re particularly familiar with in our times. But it’s a good word to know as one moves through life. It’s particularly helpful at those times of great change and discomfort. To recognize these as times of transformation and an initiation into something new in one’s life can really take the sting and angst out of the process.  To be in initiation requires letting go so new treasures can flow into your life.

This morning I lay in bed before starting my day. Those of you who know me personally or through this blog, know that I often consider the day ahead before getting out of bed. I like slow mornings. The last few mornings I’ve really felt that enlivened sense of anticipation and energy for the new day.

My old habit would be to approach it all like a Marine. You’ve seen the commercials. “We do more by 6 AM than most people do all day.” Oohra! But today this little voice whispered, “You still need to rest.”

Rest? When was the last time I truly rested? “Exactly,” the little voice said. So I snuggled back into my comforter and decided to actively rest. I know, this sounds like a contradiction. But for many of us, it’s not. I’ve over committed and been overly responsible for the world in the last decade or so. Rest is something I need to actively practice.

I imagine walking into a sacred chamber that nobody knows about but me. It’s cozy and inviting and look, there’s a massage table just waiting for me. I glide onto it and immediately feel my body remembering what it means to rest as my muscles melt in a Pavlovian way.

Soon, I sense someone’s presence. The me on the massage table doesn’t pay any attention, but the me imagining the whole thing notices. A woman approaches me on the massage table with a paint brush in her hand. She tenderly begins to paint all my cracksSingingtheworldcropped (2)_LI with gold. The gold paint is warm and nourishing. She knows to paint me both on the outside and the inside. She patiently and lovingly tends to all my cracks. With each stroke I sink deeper into relaxation. With each sinking, the cracks grow smaller. Together, we are making me whole again.

I am reminded of Kintsugi, the Japanese art of repairing what’s cracked with a precious lacquer of gold. “By repairing broken ceramics it’s possible to give a new lease of life to pottery that becomes even more refined thanks to its “scars”. The art of kintsugi teaches that broken objects are not something to hide but to display with pride. (find out more)

I am now a woman in gold, learning to rest so that scars may heal and be made into marks of beauty – to create a more precious vessel. This is magic at its best!

I invite you to look at your “cracks” in a new way, perhaps as an opportunity to create yourself anew and see your sacred life as more precious because of the scars you’ve earned.



My Undoing

I know I’m in good company these days as I feel like so much is falling apart in my life. I thank the Goddess that I’ve been here before; I know to look for the treasure. I also know to remind myself how I’ve always come through this sort of transformation feeling blessed and incredibly grateful. So even in the darkest moments, I find at least a sprinkle of trust in the process.

I got my We’Moon calendar in the mail this week. True to tradition, I immediately went to my year at a glance astrology page for my sun, moon and rising signs. I don’t rule my life from astrological info, but I do respect the patterns it shows me and truly appreciate the heads up for what energies might be moving through my life. It helps me prepare and is an incredibly helpful reference for those dark moments.

So much of what began last August is sprouting in these early months of 2018. I have been in crisis – a crisis of faith, of questioning my work path, of my relationship with my body, of my ideas of who I am and how I walk in the world.

My year at a glance:

  • Skeletons hiding in the family closet are waiting to be excavated, as are profound currents of intergenerational healing.
  • Revamp mental constructs that inhibit your expression of innate creative energy.
  • A call for all-out commitment and deep transformation, often through struggle and crisis.
  • Don’t get too serious about the work of Service.
  • Keep growing as you seek out what nurtures your innermost being and creative essence.
  • This is not a year to play it small, so dream big and sail forth.

While such directives might send one into a spin, or at least back to bed to cover their head – I admit to feeling an incredible sense of relief. I’m well into these tasks of transformation, which tells me I’m in alignment with my path and purpose. Or, in not so spiritual terms, there’s purpose in this shit storm.

This for me is a moment of joy and an opportunity to release doubt and fear. I haven’t been making things up, I haven’t been stewing in a spiral of self-sabotage. I am in an initiatory cycle. Initiation always involves challenges, doubts, fears, undoing. In the last couple weeks I’ve felt like a vessel with many cracks; I don’t seem to be able to hold anything for long.

Yet, I’ve experienced an equally strong sense that I am not broken. In fact, I’ve felt a compulsion to resist anything that hints at me being broken. I find myself thinking a lot


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about kaleidoscopes. I’ve always had a great fondness for them – always the same matrix, but so many expressions and perspectives.

The cracks feel like an invitation to release the matrix that is the kaleidoscope of my life: to let go of stories that were never mine; to release expectations and old dreams; to stand on the brink of nothingness; to rest until I’m ready to choose, with sacred discernment, the matrix for my new kaleidoscope.

This kind of clarity, these strong images that evoke such intense emotions in me, the affirmation from the stars that I’m in alignment – they tell me that I’ve made it through the darkest, most fierce part of the storm. I may be buffeted about by strong winds here and there, but dawn is breaking. This New Day , a song by Kelliannaspeaks to me of this moment in an initiatory cycle.

I’m so grateful to have been through this cycle enough times to know its nature and to know things will shift, are shifting. I’m also grateful to be able to articulate it so that I can share with you the certainty of the cycle moving, as we collectively face such erratic change in our world.    ~ Blessings, Coleen


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Can Circlework Change Us? The World?

Several posts ago I mentioned that I feel like I was born for this time – the year of the “unstoppable emergence of the deep feminine”. I’ve spent years delving into ancient goddess stories and indigenous traditions, which are often modeled on feminine principles. I’ve worked with the Women of Wisdom organization since 2000. I contributed to two anthologies for women. But my favorite work with the feminine is circlework.

My first experience with circlework was in a workshop with Jalaja Bonheim, PhD. Whathands a beautiful experience! Holding sacred space, opening our hearts, listening to each other’s hearts, witnessing story, poetry, music, art. In such a short time, we became a community. This 2-day workshop was so phenomenal and even after 2 long days, we resisted leaving each other. We went to a cafe to continue being with each other and made dates with each other for the future.

Circlework taps into our inner knowing of how to step into deep connection. It revives ancient memories of heart centered problem solving and true sharing of resources. Circlework is more relevant today than it has been for centuries. We need this ancient feminine way of knowing -of working together -to heal our lives and our world. It is a practice of love.

 “Circlework is the Practice of Love. Today, that is the only power that can help us heal our planet. When I lead a circle my intention is to create a field of love where people feel safe enough to share not only the light emotions, but the dark and difficult ones and know they will be received and heard with compassion.”   ~ Jalaja Bonheim, PhD

A couple years back I was invited to join a circle that met over the phone. I was hesitant because it seemed to me that we needed to be able to look into each other’s eyes in order to do circlework. I was pleasantly surprised. It’s not the same. Yet, there’s something about listening to each other’s hearts while sitting comfortably in our own homes. It was quite phenomenal actually to train ourselves to such deep listening. I believe this happened because we couldn’t see or touch each other. Instead, we touched each other’s hearts. For some, it was easier to open up with the illusion of anonymity – to speak our truth in the comfort of our own space. We also had the benefit of being in circle with women from across the nation.

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This is my time to powerfully do my work. And so, I’m offering an experience of circlework and an invitation to discover the deep feminine that lies within – “A Call to Circle”. You can find the details on my website and check out current happenings. Don’t wait though, there is a limit to the number of participants.

You can email me if you want more information or have questions. Head shot (2)Coleen@coleenrenee.com.

Blessings, Coleen


I Didn’t Believe, until…

This month, we have two full moons. Why? Well it started with the Romans. But we talked about them in the last blog post.

Two full moons. The second full moon in the same month is referred to as a Blue moon. I never used to particularly notice the moon or what phase she was in. Of course, if I was


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watching a movie and they showed a full moon, I knew something was about to happen. Don’t we all? It is after all a magic symbol. The joy of anticipation ripples through my body when I see it.

But I never really believed that the moon affected us particularly  –  until I worked graveyard shift in a college town. I was in grad school and worked at a 24 hour diner. Around 2 am on any Friday or Saturday night, we’d get a rush of folks who closed down the bar and came in for breakfast before they crashed.

I studied the sciences and was doing graduate work in anthropology, so it was quite natural for me to notice patterns. I began noticing that on nights where the tips were particularly generous or unaccountably poor that the moon was full when I walked home. I also started noticing customers were particularly nice or very grumpy; the diner worked like a very well oiled machine or several things went wrong; and other extremes on a full moon. But I still didn’t believe until I faced a ball of french fries sailing across the restaurant directly for me. It was like my own personal full moon.

Here’s what happened:

We had a new, very young and totally inexperienced assistant manager. It was her first night.

The diner chain was experiencing financial difficulties and were literally counting the fries in each order.

A young arrogant college student, who had too much to drink sat at my counter.

Cue full moon rising.

The college guy ordered a side of fries. I explained to him that a side of fries was exactly aa fries25 fries. He ordered a double order. When they arrived, he complained about it not being enough fries for a double order. I patiently reminded him that each order was 25 fries, He asked for a second plate and he counted the fries. There were 50.

“Well, I’m not paying for these,” he said.

I told him that I understood and would be happy to take the order back. He said, “I’m eating them, but I’m not paying for them.”

I calmly told him if he chose to eat them, he’d have to pay for them. He stared at me a moment and then lowered his eyes. I knew his challenge was over; I’d been doing this for a very long time.

What I didn’t know, was that the assistant manager heard the conversation and promptly went back to the office and called the cops. They showed up and she pointed out the college student. I should mention his order was only a couple of bucks.

The cops asked me to pack up the rest of his fries and meet them at the register with his bill. After he paid, the cops left. The college student saw some friends at a table near the door and sat down to talk with them. I went about my business.

A few minutes later, I’m at the cash register helping another customer. When the customer leaves I look up in time to see a ball sailing towards me. The student had wadded the fries into a ball and with quite a good arm pitched it at me.

He was still drunk and missed his target. But it was a moment I’ll never forget. I picked up the ball of fries and put in the garbage while looking around to make sure the new manager had not seen it and called the cops again.

Are we ruled by the moon? No, I don’t think so. But we are affected. I pay attention now and celebrate her cycles. I’ve even looked into the science of it. Do you know more babies are born on a full moon?

The Blue Moon is on January 31st – It’s also a super moon and a total lunar eclipse. Mark your calendars and set your intentions. The full moon tends to exaggerate whatever’s in the field. Challenges are bigger, so are victories. Emotions are more intense – joy and sorrow. Knowledge is power folks. If you know, you can prepare. It just makes plain good sense.

Blessings, ~ ColeenHead shot

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On Epiphany – A cowboy, a lasso & Julius Caesar

This morning as I woke up, but wasn’t ready to get up. I lay there, letting my mind wander and easing into the day. It’s Epiphany, I thought. The Christmas season is over. Yes, Christmas is not just a day, it’s a season. (That’s not a tag line; there’s a really old song about it and everything.) Christmas is 12 days long ending with Epiphany, or Three Kings Day. Epiphany celebrates the gifts of the magi to the baby Jesus and an acknowledgement of him as the one who’s coming was foretold. I had my own epiphany this morning.

Right in the middle of this season comes New Years Day. This has always seemed like a made up holiday to me. There’s no context for it in nature. And, it’s so out of sync with the season, it feels to me like it short circuits this reflective time of hope and light. It shoots us into goals, resolutions and hovering failure with a tradition of drinking, falling balls and loud fireworks.

Growing up, New Years Day was the day the holiday decorations came down. Everything looked so bare and empty – and the January blues often took advantage of this window and settled on in.

As I’m thinking about this, I fall back into a light sleep. I see a cowboy. He’s burly and manly. He smiles at me in a crooked sort of way and I see that cheeky Hollywood sparkle off his teeth. He seems to dwarf everything around him – even the horse he’s riding on. I close my eyes and look again. No, he’s a big man, but the horse is bigger. Then, he dwarfs everything again. I realize it’s his attitude, not his size.cowboy lasso

He sits up straighter in his saddle, grabs his rope and begins to swing a lasso above his head. I look ahead of him to see what he’s after. There’s nothing there. He let’s loose and the lasso soars through the air. The cowboy shouts his success, pulls tight on the rope and saunters to his prey. I still see nothing.

He swings down from his horse and giving another shout of victory he holds up a calendar. It’s like a giant sized daily calendar – like a quote of the day kind of thing.


I wake up laughing. The cowboy thinks he’s lassoed time. Then I chuckle at the dream wondering why it came. Ah, New Years Day – the made up holiday.

I realize the cowboy with his American attitude of being lord of his domain was a manifestation in the dream. Historically, he was actually Roman. Romulus started it all by abandoning the lunar calendar and creating the Roman calendar. The science was a bit off. The original Roman calendar consisted only of 10 months and a year of 304 days. The remaining 61 1/4 days were simply ignored, resulting in a gap during the winter season. Later January and February were added.

Like their penchant for straight roads despite the landscape, the Romans tried their hand a taming time. But the sun, moon and stars just keep moving in their own patterns.

Finally, Julius Caesar created the Julian calendar in an attempt to better regulate time for efficiency throughout the Roman Empire – which extended across cultures, hemispheres and landscapes. Despite the quite regular cycle of 13 moons in a solar year, the Roman calendars reduced the year to 12 ‘moonths’. Yes, they awkwardly have different numbers of days and every four years, we have to add an extra day to sync up with nature. But hey, for those who wish to believe, time has been captured and branded so everyone knows who it belongs to.

My Celtic, nature centered heart finds this quite amusing. And to think, the cowboy got back on his horse and lassoed time again to create daylight savings time. This cowboy might have been a New Zealander named Hudson, a German, Austrian or even Ben Franklin. There seems to be a lot of stories as to the origination. Perhaps the cowboy wore a mask?

Certainly, there is a convenience to having a common national and international time reference. We just have to remember it’s an artificial construct. New Years Day is a made up holiday without context to the natural world. To be fair, the Julian Calendar was created before the birth of Jesus, so we can’t blame Caesar for the interruption of the Christmas season. If we lose the magic of the season, that’s on us.

It seems to me that it makes plain good sense to reflect on how we measure things and whether it really serves us. It’s a really good time to return to the syncopation of the natural cycles – to see time as endlessly cyclical and not a commodity with limits. There is ease and freedom in the natural cycles. As we straddle artificial constructs and the natural cycles, let’s keep a sense of humor about it and find our own balance.  ~ Coleen


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A Hard Reality Check

Lorna Bevan is one of my favorite astrologers. Not only does she do a great job with all the astrospeak, she has a beautiful way with providing words and images that help you get what all the star dances mean. She starts each report with a quote, has lovely images, and between all the astrospeak (which face it, most of us don’t really understand) she blends that beautiful imagery and word play with plain blunt talk.

January, she says,  begins “with a hard reality check. You will have to deal with the way life is, not the way you would wish it to be.” Yes, it’s time for a reality check and here’s where I’m taking that:

When someone tells me to get a reality check, my first impulse is to ask exactly which reality they would like me to check in with. I’m not trying to be a smart ass, I just know that reality is rather subjective. Reality is a result of not just the details of what’s in our environment, it’s how we process those details through our own experiences and filters. There is not one reality, there are many. Collectively, we agree on a particular cultural story, but still how we live out that story is rather individual. Or is it?

It is very clear to me how outwardly oriented we have been in recent decades. We depend on the media to tell us what’s real and what to think about it. Yes, I know this sounds over simplified and it is, but relatively speaking, we have become less introspective and self identified than perhaps in any other time.  So, in this time it can feel particularly disturbing when what we have trusted in – government, media, cultural mores, … – suddenly shift.

But, if you can acknowledge that the times are disturbing and let go just a bit, there’s an incredible opportunity awaiting us. We’re gifted with the time and space to ask, “What’s real for me?” This is not a schrodinger’s cat question; it’s not about science. This is a question for the heart.

What has real meaning for me? What makes my heart sing? What makes me feel passionate? What can I not live without (not talking about that morning mocha to get you going)?

What’s hard about this? It awakens us to our wild and passionate selves. It reminds us of our unique significance. It inspires hope. And then,….


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If you’re like me, you start asking yourself why you’ve been hesitating to live out your life to its fullest. Why have you let yourself be distracted by what other people expect? What the hell have you been waiting for?  And then, …

You discover there’s no truly good answer to any of those questions – nothing that will hold up under such scrutiny. So here we are looking at what we know we’re meant to do against the reality of what we have been doing. And then, …

We choose. Do I continue supporting a reality where I’m not fully present? Do I gift myself with permission to emerge; to breakthrough the cocoon of perceived safety; to allow vulnerability while my new wings dry; to ultimately take flight and soar into my real life?

Lorna tells us that “2018 is a year of elemental shift from Yang to Yin escalating the unstoppable collective emergence of the deep feminine.”  I was born to be here on this planet at this time to help facilitate this emergence. My time is now.


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I feel a bit like Aragorn/Strider from the Lord of the Rings trilogy. I have inherited gifts, a sacred mission, a people waiting for me to step into the role I was born to live. Part of me would be quite happy to stride off into the wilds. But the reality of the call to serve in the way I’ve been trained and in the way that serves my heart best – the way that brings me deep joy – cannot be denied. To step into it is the only thing that makes plain good sense.

2018, here I am. Simply. One intention at a time.

Does this give a whole new meaning to the expression, reality bites?

What’s real for you in this transformative new year?

“We do not need magic to transform our world. We carry all of the power we need inside ourselves already.” J.K. Rowling

Thank you Lorna for your brilliance! Blessings to you and to all my readers in this new year – and in what’s real for you.  ~ Coleen