How being in loving relationship with yourself and nature is transformational.

Since I was last here, all sorts of transformational processes have happened. I'd like to share this one in particular.

Last June, while we were in the energy of moving on from here, I was walking with friends on the coastal path and twisted my left ankle in a hole. It healed without much bother.

Later in the summer, I was bare foot in the kitchen and walked into a chair leg, fracturing two toes - again my left foot. This injury took a little longer to heal, but, as before, I didn't pay too much attention to it.

Autumn came; I was putting laundry in the airing cupboard, pulled out some towels to move them to a different shelf and the iron fell on my big toe, my left toe.

Although the initial pain was awful, it seemed to subside quickly and I carried on as normal. A few weeks later I noticed discomfort and swelling in my left foot, both of which increased rapidly until I was unable to weight bare on my foot and the discomfort was now pretty strong pain.

Our local drop in health centre is excellent and they x rayed my ankle. No break in my toe or foot, but a small fracture in one of the toes I hurt on the chair remained. I was given a special shoe and crutches, neither of which felt 'right', so I began to rest my foot, rest my body, which meant I began to be still.

I used my crystal bowls to support the healing process and was thrilled when only a week or so later, the swelling and pain was gone, I could walk, everything was 'back to normal'.

By this time we had decided to stay at Spirals, I was feeling good, excited and optimistic about being here.

Rob and I had decided to move things around in the house, now we knew we were staying we wanted to put some energy back into our home. We'd spent a couple of days creating a beautiful space for my bowls; I was in the space looking at what we had created with satisfaction and pleasure when I turned to walk away and felt a subtle 'pop' in my leg, my left leg.

As the days passed, my leg was becoming more and more uncomfortable, sitting was painful. Once again, I needed to stop and rest and allow my leg to heal.

One morning, everyone was out and I had propped myself up on the sofa in the snug hoping to meditate and sing mantra's. My leg though was really hurting. I needed to sit up, change position to see if that would alleviate the pain. I managed to push myself up to a sitting position, as I did so excruciating pain seared through my left leg and hip, so all consuming and overwhelming that I cried out, I wailed.

I was stuck, I literally could not move.

No one was home to hear me, to come to my aid.

Tears were streaming down my face, I felt my body go into shock from the pain and the trauma of being completely helpless.

I don't know how much time passed but at last, Rob came home, heard my cries and rushed to help me.

He gently suggested I try to stand up, taking his hands I attempted to move. I screamed out in agony, Rob was shocked and scared for me, I was shocked and scared for me.

"Perhaps we need to get to the hospital?" he asked looking into my eyes.

But we both instantly knew this would be impossible; there was no way I could get to the car, let alone sit in it for 40 mins to get to Carmarthen.

"Okay, let's try little steps, slowly, little steps" he said gently.

If I had been a wild animal I would have chewed my leg off, but I heard him and knew I needed to get to my bed.

Step by step, Rob held my hands, I leaned into his body, groaning with each movement as we slowly made our way from the snug to the hall, along the hall to the toilet, from the toilet to my bedroom. The tears were still falling down my face, I was shaking uncontrollably, I was cold, and afraid of what was happening to my body.

"This is what my mum experienced everyday" I sobbed. A strong, familiar thread was rising up from my maternal lineage.

"Don't think about that" Rob said softly and then immediately spoke the words

"No, say the words, I understand too".

The extremity of the pain pretty much continued for 3 days, with a brief respite after taking a homeopathic remedy and using a crystal heat pad my neighbour leant me.

I could do nothing but be still.

I needed a focus that required no physical action. I asked Rob to move our bird feeder to a tree outside my window.

I spent each day watching the birds, listening to their chatter. I cloud gazed, I slept, I began to shift from fear into curiosity. Why all these injuries to my left foot and leg?

A few days before all this happened, a Robin had been waking me each morning, flying into my window and tapping his beak on the windowsill. I had asked him what he needed, I didn't understand why he would fly into the window consistently like that. I felt as the days passed, as I lay in bed, that he had been warning me, I felt he had been trying to alert me to myself.

Gradually as I began to feel more settled, I listened to podcasts and found myself enjoying my solitude and stillness. I found great joy from spending time with the birds, the trees, the sky, in my own company.

I had time to explore what my body wanted me know.

I came to the conclusion that when I set myself on a path of leaving here, I disconnected myself from the land. I was not communicating with the trees, the water, the grass, the flowers, with the birds and insects, the rabbits and foxes, badgers and heron. I did not spend time communicating with the elementals and land spirits. Effectively, I had closed myself off from nature, from my deep and loving relationship with Mother Earth. I was out of alignment, I lost touch with who I am.

In conversation with a couple of women friends a few days before I fell into the chasm of pain, I was reminded that the left side of our body holds feminine energy, that our left foot and leg represents the potentiality of stepping into our authority and a leadership role. That our feet and legs carry the weight of our body and through our feet we ground ourselves.

It was all starting to make sense. These insights were the pieces I chose to dive deeper into as I became more and more grateful for my body telling me to listen to her, bringing me to a place of stillness, quiet, rest, and re-membering.

I came to space of knowing that the physical responses I had learnt from my mother and she from hers, was a karmic imprint which I no longer needed to repeat in order to remind myself of the importance of being in union with all that is. It was time to integrate the trauma, be at peace with it, cut the thread.

I realised that, whilst I was practicing, making the effort to be in the energy of love, holding and attuning myself in the frequencies of love, and to unplug from the chaos, I had stopped observing where I was, on a day to day basis, placing my energy. I had forgotten that everything I am seeking resides within and when I come back to myself, I come back to everything. I understood that although I had chosen a path of love and knew I was making my way toward New Earth, I still had one leg in the old world, my left leg apparently!

As soon as I re-membered, I set myself once more on the path I had chosen, the path of love, joy, peace, grace and gratitude. I felt so alive, so excited, so at one with everything, that portals began to open, I channelled what I needed to hear. I have for some time, since around 2022, held the belief that we humans are going to be communicating with each other in different ways as we move further into New Earth, telepathy being a primary form of communication. I was then delighted when a podcast I was listening to mentioned a series called The Telepathy Tapes. I dived into the podcasts, devouring the entire Series 1 in just 2 days. As I lay in bed I enjoyed practicing my telepathic skills with the birds, with my daughter as she slept, and with friends who live many miles from me.

My leg was becoming stronger, the pain had depleted, I was able to get in and out of bed independently. I ventured to the kitchen and ate meals with my family, standing at the table as sitting was still too uncomfortable.

Eventually, after about 4 weeks, I was able to go for a walk around the valley. It felt super special, putting one foot in front of the other, mindfully, gracefully, slowly. I took in the air, the aroma's, the sounds and movement around me. I re-acquainted myself with the landscape and with familiar pathways. I expressed my gratitude (telepathically!) to the Spring flowers, to the lambs, to the abundance and gloriousness of the season.

I began to put some energy into calling out (again telepathically) to folks, that Spirals wanted to welcome them here, that I was ready again to offer them my gifts of sound healing, space holding, joy and dancing with nature. A few bookings and pieces of work flowed in. I reached out to others to chat about collaborative work, I was feeling creative, open to new ideas and rekindling offerings I had stepped away from. I was in alignment with who I am truly am.

And then something really rather beauty full arrived in my Airbanb messages, here it is for you to read yourself.

From Jeremy, shared with his permission

"I must tell you my story about your amazing and life-changing environment. Apologies about taking your time and bending your ear but.... we have history.

The reason I initially booked for the previous week was that it would be exactly 7 years that I was last there.

All my adult life, I'd very occasionally had short "zen moments" of deep peace - just a few spontaneous and unpredictable seconds maybe once year, usually when I was super-relaxed in a natural setting.

7 years ago, I was sitting after breakfast outside your cottage in the sunshine, just looking down at the trees watching the leaves rustling and the birds shooting up from the trees and I had one of these moments, except that it lasted quite a time and I suddenly thought : 'I can learn to do this!'

It wasn't until the end of my break and I was saying literally goodbye to you that I discovered you were shamanic practitioners!! Within 3 months I had learned to dowse for earth energy and had enrolled in a therapeutic shamanism course. I have practised daily ever since.

My life has been completely and wonderfully changed - all as a direct result of your wonderful energy and location. Bless you!"

As I am sure you can sense, I was very moved, thrilled, and excited to read Jeremy's words. Here was complete affirmation of the truth I already knew, that when we are in connection and loving relationship with nature, when we are in alignment with who we truly are, when we have the courage to follow our intuition and internal authority, when we listen deeply and hear the whispers of love from our guides, angels, galactic friends, Mother Earth and each one another, we have the innate ability to create, to co-create a world based in love.

When we make the choice to step over the threshold into initiation, magic happens, transformation is inevitable.

With so much LOVE

Angie