Wild Woman Enchanted

Whitney Houston - Did You Know - You Touched me Deeply

2012-02-19T18:43:00.000-08:00

I keep thinking of Whitney Houston today. I saw her funeral yesterday.

I wonder why we wait until someone is dead to honour and celebrate them.

I sit here, in my little world, and allow myself to say... why write a blog about Whitney Houston? I didn't even know her.

Or did I?

When my father died back in the early 90's I saw her Movie 'The Body Guard" right after he died. It affected me so much that I came back to my childhood home and walked into my parents bedroom... looked in the mirror and just as I did that, the song "And I will always love you" came on the radio.

I'm telling you . . . it rippled through me in a way no song ever had. I looked into my eyes and began to weep falling to my knees in tears that rolled through my body passing through every crevice of me so I could feel the depth of my love for my father in a way I never had.

I cried and cried and cried until it turned to sobs that had me on my knees and lost in a world of love and expanded into everything it could be.

My heart broke open.

Her song and her voice, with it's undeniable passion helped me penetrate my soul. I crashed down and broke open. I cleansed my soul and purified my spirit. And the beacon of love inside of me shone so brightly it pierced through every crack in my body defying all that my mind thought it knew.

I never forgot that night.

Every time I hear that song, I love. I open and I navigate back to myself. And when the band comes in after her ac-cappella... my body shivers and I open more. Every time. And I fall into a gentle sway inside my self that soothes me. I feel loved, embraced. And when the words find their way inside my soul.... I open more. I expand into everything I am and my heart feels more than it thought it could in that moment. I feel happier and overcome.

So did I know her?

I knew the part of her that could hold a hand up to the Universe and channel something we can not understand. Yes, her voice was amazing, like the most beautiful Diva, but the depth she could feel and was willing to show us through her song, that would take over her body, that's what I heard most of all . . . her vulnerable purity and direct line to the heavens.

Did I know her?

Not personally. But I knew the place in her that sang from her soul. I knew the place in her that could embrace the Divine in all it's glory. I knew that place in her that could transform simply by taking her gifts and sharing them with who ever was blessed enough to hear it. That place where her passion absorbed every inch of her. That place that could transcend this earthly plane and take us with her and expose the greater picture of our world, our life, our selves.

Did I know her?

I know the place where we question our worth, whether we matter or will we be liked? All of us have that at some time or another. We just sit in the fantasy that it's only our story. No matter what kinds of things we can or can not do, or what we bring to the world. Yes, I know that place of human frailty. It is a delicate place, no matter who you are.

So Whitney . . . here is what I want to tell you...

I hear Kevin Costner talk of you at your funeral about how you didn't know the basic questions we all ask ourselves but expect great talents like you to know. We forget, you too are human and have the same journey as us... He said you had questions like we all have: Am I good enough? Will they like me? Do I matter?

Let me tell you now, dear Whitney... a woman you never knew, was touched by you at one of the most crucial times in her life, in a way that she has never forgotten.

Were you enough?

Oh my dear Whitney . . . far more than that for me.

Were you liked?

That never even crossed my mind.

Did you matter?

Oh Yes . . . You mattered more than you could ever know.

I thank you.

I thank you for singing, for bearing your heart, for allowing me to experience the kind of Grace through your song and through your voice that night, that allowed me into the sacred temple of my heart so that I could expand, the way your spirit expanded when you sang. I thank you for sharing your voice, your spirit, your power and your vulnerabilities, so that I may be further inspired to find mine.

I didn't know you in person, but you touched me. You touched me so deeply.

My thanks and with love,

~Elizabeth

P.S. I pulled a Wild Woman Mystery Card while writing this for Whitney. I got Wild Woman Brilliance. Oh, the perfection of it all. Here is an excerpt from Wild Woman Brilliance:

"Wild Woman Brilliance: The answer is not outward. It is in the depths of your Wild Woman Goddess, the place inside that shines like no other. . . It is important for you to know that to brilliantly shine is your birthright passage."

This place of Brilliance . . . This is the place Whitney took me that night long ago.

I bow.

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Love Comes in the Most Unexpected Places!

2012-02-14T01:16:00.000-08:00

Happy Valentine's Day Beautiful Wild Soul . . .

I had the most enchanting experience in my front yard a couple of summers ago that I just had to share with you today. One of the results of that time was discovering this little gem that came from the apple tree right outside my front door.

Sometimes I'm just stopped in my tracks at what Mother Nature creates and shares with us. I had to take a picture to try to capture the feeling of complete enchantment I felt. It was like picking up magic resting in the grass.

But not only that . . .

. . . it was quite something it survived as I was being visited by my resident Mama Bear that year and she and her three kids were eating EVERYTHING in sight that summer! Even my garbage can went for walks!!!

One afternoon, I had the privilege of looking out my window to witness this bear family in action. Mostly, I didn't actually see them. I just knew they had been here. But this afternoon, I looked out the window to see one of the little kidlit bears was up in the tree knocking the apples down to her two siblings below who were gathering them with their mama. It was playful and intriguing and downright bubbly to watch.

I was sure they got them all and was quite tickled to have been able to witness this family act in my front yard (from behind the living room window with the door closed!!!) To witness this made my ordinary day quite extraordinary! It was such a gift.

Little did I know what had been left behind for me.

I came out the next morning to see they had feasted on all the apples, except 6 left on the ground. This apple above was one of the six. I bent down and looked at it again and again and again in disbelief, not only that there it was, with a heart imprinted on it, which in itself was unbelievable . . . but that somehow, there it was, not eaten, not taken and left here for me to find and left here out of every single apple in the tree!

Such magic to behold. Such simplicity of the universe in its inclusiveness. Bless her big Mama Bear heart for leaving this one behind for me!

I love, love, love, every little piece of this memory. The whole thing felt like such a blessing . . . And like a friend of mine says . . . You can't beat a good blessing!

Remember as your day goes along, keep a look out . . . 'cause it's true . . . magic is everywhere. And when you find it . . . love comes in the most unexpected places!

Have a great day!

Lots of Wild Mama Bear Love to you,

~Elizabeth

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Want to Get Rid of Painful Life Stories?

2012-02-03T13:35:00.000-08:00

Expectations. Ever had any of those?

Me too! I got lost in my own made up fantasies over the holidays . . . and around me a field of disappointment prevailed. I didn't realize that by having expectations that not only did I knock myself out of the present, but I 'willed' my self out of my self. Did I know? NO! And if you had told me, I would have said, I was right and taken my mouse and hovered over delete and pushed you right out of the ball park!

But what is true?

Expectations are fantasies. They are not happening. My teacher said "They are something I put in the future like a carrot on a stick attached to a horses head that it will never get".... I see what she is saying. God, it's like the pink EverReady bunny banging the drum with no where to go!

The thing is there is nothing I can do about someone else. I can take care of myself, put up curtains in my kitchen and make a cozy place to sit and eat, and continue to do my best as I travel along my path, mistakes or not.

But see, the thing is, I have a habit of making up stories around people that disappoint me, saying that they are doing this or that and so on when I really don't know. I have a way of knocking myself out of the present so I don't have to feel the feelings that hurt me. So I make up stories about the person so I don't have to see what is really there, what they are really doing and see who they really are. Then I don't have to cry, scream, grieve, or fall to the floor feeling like I am not wanted.

The story seemed like the answer, but it only recycled onto itself, taking me on a spin like a gerbil on its wheel.

So now what? How do I get off the wheel?

Well, I prayed, rubbed my mala beads, worked with my teacher, talked to my beautiful wild soul sisters of great capacity to love and listen and strategize with me.

In the end, all of that 'stuff' doesn't matter. It's the beginning of something else, not the end. I rock my world when I show up... in the present.... letting go of the fantasy locked up in expectations and seeing what is real.

"Grieve . . . GRIEVE" says the Wild. That is your work. That is your gift. That will take you to the other side where you are free.

So, really this is a prayer for the wild truth and our beautiful feelings that go with it. A prayer for that real, true place to surface and shine. A place for the being in you to evolve and thrive and love.

What's in it for me? The same that's in it for you.

With all the fantasizing to stay out of the feelings, we walk in a field of disappointment hovering over us like a dark cloud just about to pour with rain. Why not tip over into something new and dance in a field of satisfaction for who you are and the deep, DEEP blessing that we are divinely human and divinely doing our very best.

Stop the stories. Deal with what is real. Allow the feelings to be there and let them move through you. And let others be who they are whether you like it or not.

And . . . follow the love . Follow the places that make you happy. Follow that which is real. Let go of all else. Let it wash over you like a long wet rain on a hot summer day. Let the universe conspire in making the good things happen, the stuff that brings out the shine in you. And be surprised. You are worthy. You are enough. You are so loveable. Let go of all else.

The moral of this story:

Surprise yourself.

The lesson:

Let go of your habits.

The action:

Deal with what is real. Stop the stories.

What will you find?

Freedom. The story stops. You can't maintain the fantasy! It quits on you like the most loving and gifted present and is given to you with a freedom unexpected. Because if you expected it, you probably would have traveled in this direction in the first place!

Then what?

Shaman yourself. Be the bridge from the fantasy to the reality. And allow yourself to feel... feel with all your might so you can transform and ignite. Because when you ignite, when the wild in you gets all fired up and let loose.... you will trust yourself like an arrow to a bulls-eye, like a rocket to a star, like a bud blossoming to a rose.

Let go. LET GO!

Set pure intention and let that be your support. GO WILD! See what's there . . . and allow yourself to swim in the sea of goodness and light surrounded by a conspiracy of the Universe to catapult you into that real, true, powerful place that is POWERED BY YOU. That is the place to be. Not where someone else wants to take you or what you want from someone else.

I trust we'll arrive, fully clothed (or not!)

. . . and feeling satisfied that the journey was one of great value and great learning on the path to our best and most wild selves. I trust you will arrive in good form at the end of the day... because you are a good person. That is they way you came into this wild world, and that is how you are now.

Want a little spiritual guidance?

Stop. Take a deep breath into your belly. Let in the support and ask, what do I need to know right now? Ready? Good...

Now, what do you need to know?

Click here and see what comes forward for you.

If you want to let me know what you got when you clicked, please do leave a comment on my blog. I would love to hear what you have to say. Click here and it will take you right to it.

If you want to know what came up for me when I clicked above, pop down to the comments below. I'll leave a note for you there! You won't believe it! (my jaw dropped!)

If you know anyone in your life struggling with expectations and needing a little guidance, please forward this email on.

Many Blessings Beautiful Wild Soul . . .

My thanks for you being in my life.

~Elizabeth xo

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The Cricket's Song

2011-12-25T17:56:00.000-08:00

I was so moved by this . . . I wanted to share it with you on this Christmas Day. It is amazing what is around us all the time in our Wild Temple we call Earth. It is a beautiful Thing. May your Christmas be filled with such beauty.

Sending you many Wild and Wonder-filled Blessings.

Merry Christmas Wild One . . .

Love,

~Elizabeth xo

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Magic in the Sky - the Dancing Dakini's!

2011-12-06T20:50:00.000-08:00

Magic was everywhere tonight! This is my front yard as the day was turning to night. It was misty outside and so magical, and I was in the midst of computer duldrums and necessary tasks of the day, and actually feeling somewhat tired and stressed as the day was coming to a close. I realized that soon the misty magic of the Halfmoon Bay forest was about to fall into night and be gone.

I felt a pull to go outside to see if I could capture the Harry Potter feel just outside my door. It was magnificent and right out my window all day. I could feel my mood lift just at the thought of going out in it! As I went out, I was thinking "If I could capture this beauty, I could share it with everyone on Facebook." And my mundane mood began to lift even more. The adventure began. I wasn't aware of what was about to happen.

I pointed my camera to the South west and my flash went on, even though there was still some daylight. "Hmmm" I thought. I checked out the picture that was just taken.

To my surprise, my pictures didn't turn out that way at all. The magic out there was so phenomenal it stunned me. My picture was filled with little orbs or what I know better known as Dakinis. I pointed my camera and took another shot as to the naked eye, it was a clear beautiful, misty kind of day, turning into night. There were no little orbs, no beautiful Dakinis as I pointed my camera into the forest sky . . . only trees on a clear misty dawning twilight.

Again, more! And I pointed it again. And again, more! I ran around the house, pointing my camera into the sky...and more and more...

I can't help but think that perhaps the unusual pull to go out with my camera, to leave my computer and my daily tasks, to slide on my blue crocs and go out in the cold . . . sweaterless . . . to capture the moment . . . was because the energy and love surronding my home was abundantly beautiful, fully supporting, magically uplifting. It was all around me even though invisable to my naked eye.

The way of the wild . . . that place that calls us for some reasons that we just can't logically know . . . makes me believe even more in the unseen, in our primal instincts, our qualified intuition and the magic and power of our knowing that lives in us at all times, even when we are on the computer! Had I not listened to the pull, I would have missed this and stayed in my humdrum space and missed sharing it with you!

Dakinis are described as a "female embodiment of enlightened energy."* This makes brilliant sense to me. I will share with you a picture of my den, filled with Dakini's on the inside from a few years ago.... check it out below! They are there, just a little harder to see so I closed the curtain to the window to see if they would show a little more... you can see one on the top of the couch and then another over by the yellow curtain and a few little ones on the blue wall. No those are not spots on the wall, they are little Dakini's!

Here you can see many too! No, those are not spots on the blue wall!

So they have been here for a while showing up and sharing the enlightened energy. Here are a couple more pictures from outside tonight. They were everywhere. I took pictures from all angles wondering if they would keep showing up! And they did...over and over again. This one below is the driveway where the driveway doesn't even show! This is completely unusual. There is no driveway here, but really, there is a driveway out there, right in the middle... This is to the Southeast.

Even my wee warrior cat Reilly came to join me so I thought I'd take a picture to see if they still would show... here we are together... surrounded!!! Not a great picture but you get the magical drift!!! Look at the mist and the orbs!

I feel so supported, fully held, magical transformed, beautifully adventurous, and incredibly blessed. There is magic all around tonight...and I couldn't wait to share it with you.

*"In Tibetan language, Dakini is "rendered Khandroma which means "she who traverses the sky" or 'she who moves in space'" Sometimes in poetry we hear people use terms like 'Sky Dancer' or 'Sky Walker'. Tonight, my sky dances, and she who traveres the sky is here with me for me to see and acknowledge and share and take part in. I can feel my energy lifting higher and higher.

Here are a few more for you... They were everywhere! I'm speechless!

And here they are from the North . . . above the roof and into the forest . . .

For the last picture of many, I will leave you with the Blue Spruce to the west on my property as it gives the feel of Christmas. You can see my house to the right just barely! It was a magical moment filled with wonder. . . the sky clear to the naked eye as twilight was approaching and filled with the unseen magic we all possess at all times that my little canon camera picked up. This is available to us always, if we just listen to that inner pull, that little niggle to do something a little differently from before....we can always access this a little more easily than we think and it can be right in your front yard!

I hope you also experience much magic this holiday season. As we dive into the first week of December, I can't help but think, this is what is around us all the time. Beauty, magic, love coming in many forms. Tonight, I experienced being embraced in a way I never imagined.

I wish the same for you.

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*These quotes I've taken from Wikipedia and their definitions of Dakini's. Just click here on Dakinis, if you'd like to know more and it will take you right to it.

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How SARK it is!

2011-11-23T21:59:00.000-08:00

SARK and me by the Pacific Ocean!

Jumping for dreams coming true! More exciting adventures to share with you about the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self.

Last October I had the pleasure of meeting SARK - best-selling author & artist. (Remember the book Succulent Wild Woman? Well, that's her! I love that book!) She is a really wonder-full woman (FOR REAL!), and shed so much inspiration my way . . . AND to my complete and utter joy after seeing my Wild Woman Mystery Cards, she leaned forward and said "Your cards are great! I would ENDORSE them!"

In that moment, as some of you know, I lifted off my seat and landed in her lap, both of us giggling and laughing! Oh be still my heart! (That's me in the green sweater and dear SARK in the blue!) (Can you believe it? One of the women caught it on CAMERA!!!!) Gotta love magical moments ;)

SARK had beautiful things to say to me and beautiful things to say about the Wild Woman Mystery Cards. Click here to see what she said about them!

And now, that incredible time, and her beautiful endorsement is there . . . in print . . . on the Wild Woman Mystery Cards and on the box that embraces them until they get to you. How sweet is the sound of meeting your dream!

In a previous blog I wrote last February called "the Birth of a Wish" you can see how my dream all started . . . before I even had this book, I knew one day, SARK would be on the back of mine.

I imagined it then, sitting in the bath, with my hand-painted Wild Woman Stones from the beach and my little home-made computer booklet with the stories of the stones I had written beside me. I lay back and closed my eyes and let my mind wander into the recesses of my inner space filled with magic beyond our comprehension.

I let myself imagine, things that I never thought about really coming true. There was no thought about this is what I want. It was really more like painting a story that could be true created by me in the secret place of creation. That place we all possess, and yet don't spend enough time in. That place we don't give enough credit to when our life unfolds beyond what we think is imaginable. Because when we plant the seed and let it grow, watering and tending it without interfering and giving it what it needs as it expands into our world . . . it is then that we see what magnificent creators we are.

I only imagined my book with testimonials of those who had inspired me. . . and there was SARK . . . front row and center. You can imagine me taking that all in on my ride home. It was not planned . . . unless I think of those nights years and years ago in the bath tub creating my future.

It may have been just wishing then, or perhpaps not even that . . . maybe just a made up story about what would be really neat if it happened. But maybe that's all life really is. The story we create every day in every moment. If we knew of it's power, maybe we would be much more vigilant with our thoughts!

But never the less, let's say that is what our life is. That it begins as a wish ... and that wishes turn to dreams . . . and dreams . . . turn to reality. . . when you follow the calling of that deep, delicious desire that has no boundaries when sung from the heart inside the secret place of inner creation within our soul. That's where it all begins . . . sitting in the warm bath, eyes closed, soft music soothing the soul, and we are present to our calling under the candle light and innocence and simple envisioned desire.

Yes, that night, I was more brilliant than I ever knew!

© Elizabeth MacLeod 2011 www.wildwomanenchanted.com

Cats, Dogs and Elephants

2011-11-12T14:30:00.000-08:00

It's raining cats, dogs and elephants today. I haven't been a fan of the rain these days as we've had so much of it, but when it pours like this, there is a beauty that takes me close to myself. I long for a fire, and imagine what it would have been like, way back when, to gather with your tribe by the fire and tell stories...the kind of stories that found their way into the cave walls, that became the stones, that traveled out to the sea and tumbled for years, holding wisdom until finding their way to the beaches where an unsuspecting woman (me) would come a long and collect them.

Little did I know, those stones traveled far and wide to reach me. And, little did I know, they were about to open into new stories, fed by the wisdom of the elders of long ago, and cherished by the new generation of now.

It is with deep honour, that I acknowledge our elders as I sit by my computer watching the rain and I find myself smiling in my belly with content. My 3rd chakra, the solar plexus, has been dialled and I am telephoning in to see the power of the stones. I am filled with energy, and it is without a doubt, a blessing to sit under the rain today.

People have asked me for the Wild Woman Stones. I will be painting these and taking special orders until December 4, 2011. I don't know if or when I will do them again, so if you would like an original set for yourself, please email me at elizabethmacleod@wildwomanenchanted.com to place your order.

Btw, every one of these stones, is now part of the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self.

© 2011 Elizabeth MacLeod www.wildwomanenchanted.com

6 Ways to Blossom from Nothing

2011-10-03T22:03:00.000-07:00

Sometimes, I long for her. The irony being that when she does come to visit, I sometimes criticize her and can't stop what I'm doing to truly allow her purpose in my life to shine. I sometimes want to judge her. She appears to the naked eye to be unengaged and resistant. Her demeanor is often seen as lazy or uncommitted. But truly, that is so far from her truth.

Do you know her? Her name is 'Nothing' and she is the great teacher of acceptance and allowing all that is. She truly is a master of self care. As keen as an owl in her wisdom, she knows deeply that to be who she is meant to be, space is required. Allowing things to sift, is something Wanting has some difficulty with. She is not as patient, and often likes to try to push her into things before she is ready. But that doesn't seem to bother her. She just sits doing anything but something for as long as she does.

Her mind is clear and when she sits back with her eyes closed and her to do lists and vision boards awaiting her attention, she smiles at the knowledge that her presence is necessary for all of it to be genuinely completed in her truth. She knows, that if she is to really be available to herself, she needs to dream, she needs to sit staring at the wall, she needs to empty out her mind and let go of what it thinks she should do.

Breathing is a daily practice for her. It opens her heart and frees her spirit allowing her to rest inside of herself.

She likes to veg while her lists grow and her vision board sits on the wall. She knows without a doubt, that Passion, her next door neighbour, eagerly awaits her visit.

One day, when you least expect it, you might find Nothing sitting on your doorstep, especially after days of busyness, melting from the sun, empty mind, like the great buddha's teachings, inviting you to join her. She may take you away from your daily tasks and to the beach, or to watch a movie on TV even though your lists grow longer. She'll sit there for long stretches of time, knowing that in any moment, the gift of her passage of time will emerge and she will bubble over with joy when she hears you singing your song and moving from the inside out filled with a motivation you didn't think was possible a few moments before. Because when she hears it, she knows, her work is done.

She only wishes though, that resistance wasn't quite so tenacious. She knows that where there is no resistance, there is no harm. And that is her greatest teaching. When she achieves that, she and everyone around her is so free that rejuvenation of spirit reaches quantum leaps and there is nothing that can stop a dream from flying or a person from truly taking care of themselves in every sense of the word so they can fly into the person they are meant to be.

She is one of my best friends. And one day, maybe I could introduce her to you so you can reap the benefits of her calling on your door step, seducing you into her lull and empty nest of wonder. She is so very beautiful and so very full, even though her desire is emptiness. She knows something so many of us fight . . . that it is in the empty spaces the Divine passes through you and you come in contact with Divine in all her glory, in all her beauty, in all her creativity, in all her embrace. Such service to you is her passion.

How can you meet her?
1. Allow all activities to stop
2. Notice your breath
3. Let yourself sit or lie down with no distraction
4. Surrender into the abyss
5. Breathe
6. Stay there awhile

When you do, you will totally fall in love with her . . . and she will love you so much you will not be able to do anything else but blossom.

I adore her . . . and find I miss her when she is gone for too long.

If you would like to get to know her a little more and experience her gifts, come and experience a Wild Woman Reading with me. We can dive into the land of nothing, and see what gems live beneath her knowing. Click here to find out more or email info@wildwomanenchanted.com to book your session.

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth MacLeod

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Bliss and me . . .

2011-07-01T16:25:00.000-07:00

Bliss and me,

Up in a tree

K-i-s-s-i-n-g

First comes love,

Then . . .

One has to wonder how can we be separate when it is so beautiful to be 'One' . . .

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Get hugged, like bliss in this tree! mmmmm . . .

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Look who came Knocking at my Door!

2011-06-24T19:19:00.000-07:00

"Hello" I said as Creativity walked through my door. "I'm so happy to see you!"

Creativity is such a treat. She giggles and runs and sits down at the oddest times to play with thoughts and ideas others would simply ignore. Sometimes she behaves like she's seven, filled with amazing ideas and excitement that infectiously opens you up, bringing out your best qualities of innocence, curiosity and "let's try this and see what happens" attitude!

Knowing her is to love her, and sharing her with others is an experience of humility and excitement. She has got to be one of the most interesting individuals I know . . . and one of the most joyfully deep. Her expressions never leave me unsatisfied once complete, although I have to admit, when she's deep inside a process with a particular project, she's a bit like being around an orgasm just about to happen! But hey, ya gotta love it! It's that kind of joy and anticipation she brings to a room. And that kind of complete bliss, peace and contentment she has when she's puts the last line, or last piece of glue, or last item on her table, is divinity in action. And the smile on her face when she finishes makes you smile yourself. She does gets a little nutty just before the end as she integrates it all, sometimes almost downright obsessed with her project leaving all else behind and often flurries of papers and buttons and all sorts of unexpected things all over the floor.

But she knows what she's doing. If you just allow her to take you into her world, you will experience a place that is akin to the great Creator her self. The place where yin and yang meet and duality becomes one. The fusion of the two can be like a tiny big bang in your world!

Allowing her is to be present and letting her take over is like making love. What she wants the most for you is to help you shine from within your soul and glow from the depths of your be-ingness. She feels contentment when she sees your expression of yourself in what ever form you choose and she jumps up and down in joy when she watches you participate in your own joy and utterance of yourself in any way, shape or form. She doesn't care what it is, she just loves to see you emerge immersed in it and come out smiling! She's one of those friends who cares deeply about your happiness, deeply, and can be pretty ornery when she sees you forgetting her and pushing her aside. She doesn't do that well and her mood is ever present when you won't open the door and let her in. But the thing with her is that it's you that looses out when you don't. She will never give up on you, and at the same time, with you or not, her expressions of herself are endless so you will find her doing something somewhere and making things beautiful with oodles of love and commitment pouring into everything she does.

I have to admit, when she's not around, things can be pretty quiet and mundane. I find I miss her, even her messy ways, when she's not around, even though a little break watching TV is good! If I watch TV with her, you can pretty well bet something she watches will become an idea that she will need to implement in some way, so resting is not really part of her reality. She's excited about life. She needs to be guided a little with that and really appreciates it when I tell her, "hey, how about taking a break or a little nap to re-charge." She's always surprised by how much MORE energy that gives her.

Her favorite colour is orange, so don't be surprised if you see her with orange toenails or orange feathers in her hair no matter where she is.

She is an honour to know and an intimate experience with her can change your whole life, never mind just a day! Now that's someone that's worth knowing and allowing into your home with open arms I'd say!

The picture of the card above is the Creativity card from the Wild Woman Mystery Cards - An enchanting journey to your true self. For more about them, go here.

www.wildwomanenchanted.com Copyright Elizabeth MacLeod 2011

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How to Talk to the Wild

2011-06-21T14:24:00.000-07:00

I wonder about the world, about my life, about those around me. The other day at the naturopath, she told me that she had someone come to her that could barely make it 3 blocks, and would get there and have a 15 minute appointment and would be wiped out. She couldn't even eat solid food.

I can't help but thank my lucky stars. I felt such compassion for this woman I don't even know and expressed my wildness by sending an internal prayer her way. I didn't need to see her or even know her, I could still speak to her.

There is so much happening in the world, so much that we could be afraid of, and so much we could be thankful for and so many ways to be present in the world. I remember sitting with Susan Weed, many years ago now, learning the wise woman ways. She taught us how to talk to plants. The concept seemed so foreign to me. But really, it was all about noticing and being aware and deeply listening.

We all gathered after class, and sat in the field surrounded by all the wild ones, and there she talked of how dandelions grew close to your house because they were so good for you. She talked of how the roots were great for your liver as a tea and how the leaves were wonderful in a salad containing many vitamins. They wanted to be close to you because they could help. They were there in service to you. And dedicated to their path. They were pure love for your health. To me, they are also a thing of beauty and I wonder why we don't think so. I call them my urban sunflowers filled with the joy of being with me right there in my yard always reminding me of their goodness. I get to see her everyday and am reminded that she is here for me. Her relentless ways, are always present. She is really so loveable.

Then she talked of Golden Seal, a plant you only need when you are really sick. This beautiful wild beauty is a natural antibiotic and you may only need to take it 2ce in your life. It grows far away and you have to go and find it in order to pick it to use. It's interesting to think about listening without words. Did you know, that if you feel like you might need Golden Seal, and you build your house around a big field of it, that within a few years it will die and it will all be gone? I find that amazing. We don't need it in the same way and the universe is innate in this path. Such wisdom all around us when we stop to listen. It talks to us, just by where it grows.

I wonder about what I need close to me. I pick a Wild Woman Mystery Card and ask. I choose the card Wild Woman Power. At first I am surprised. But then I begin to see. It begins with "You are realizing or have realized your place in the world . . . Take a stand with yourself and acknowledge your power, not power over another but power within."

I think about my Urban Sunflowers and the infinite wisdom of nature. I think about how it knows to be itself no matter what. I think about how precious Golden Seal, will not compromise for us, even if we try to make it do so. Even if we exert an external power over it by building a house in it's field. It's not that it was inaccessible before, but we don't need it all the time, so it grows away from people. I think about how it will not loose its power to become something we think we want it to be. She will remain who she is.

As I listen and get to know my wild side, I see how we communicate all the time, we just are not always accustomed to thinking we are.

Sitting there with Susan Weed, many many years ago, I remember my excitement. Really she was teaching us to listen and with that, we could know so much.

As I sit here with my Wild Woman Power card, I can feel the power of listening bubbling inside. I can feel the stirring of knowing myself making it's way to the top. I can hear the teachings of long ago making their roots for me to move from. And, I remember, how it feels to allow what is right in front of me to be seen, heard and loved.

As that's all we all really want isn't it? To be seen, heard and loved . . .

To find out more about Wild Woman readings with me and the Wild Woman Mystery Cards, go here.

www.wildwomanenchanted.com Copyright Elizabeth MacLeod 2011

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How to Giggle in your Discomfort

2011-06-01T09:30:00.000-07:00

Time and time again, we struggle through something that just takes us to an edge and we can't seem to find a smile if we were paid a million dollars because we get caught in our discomfort! Life came and shook us up and we suddenly take ourselves so seriously, we forget that at the end of the day, we are still breathing, still eating, still watching TV, still petting the cat and talking to our children.

Life is short. As I grow older, days seem to get shorter too! When I was 12, I remember days sometimes seemed so long and Christmas just seemed like it would never come! Now, a new wisdom has embraced my days. I can sometimes find myself experiencing the 'not so pretty' side of myself when I am running out of time, or I can't get something the way I want it or things just don't seem to be lining up in an easy way. And then, bang... I'm frustrated or overwhelmed or just in plain ol' discomfort.

And then yesterday, while fully-whelmed with so much to do I stopped, shook my head and smiled at what was before me. I sat down . . . and noticed my body change it's feeling and I began to giggle...and I thought, "Why not smile?" Why take the familiar route of discomfort when there is lots to do? What would happen if I changed my mind? . . . You know, when you just think you are never going to get through it and never feel calm again!? And then, instead of your eyebrows turning down, your lips pursing, your body tightening as you watch your thoughts of negativity take over, and your surroundings are slowly becoming very inconvenient, that you turn the corners of your lips up towards the sky and allow the universe to help you through? Do it now. See what happens. What did your body do?

Suddenly, the stress finds a way to slide off my body. My thoughts are unable to hang onto the grid of unhappiness, and my body drops its tension. It is impossible to frown. And I started to laugh at the absurdity!

All I did was raise the corners of my lips! And that took me to a giggle . . . and I reclaimed that being wild sometimes means taking a different approach to the same ol' same ol. Sometimes, instead of responding in the usual way and following yourself down into the trenches . . . sometimes... it's really fun and a wee bit wild to take the lead to somewhere new in the landscape of yourself. And sometimes it comes in the tiniest form of turning the corners of your lips up to the sky and finding your self in a little giggle for no apparent reason at a time when you least expect it. I caught myself!

I am amazed by how simple it can be to change your path . . . and how complicated we sometimes make it.

How do you do it? How do you giggle in your discomfort?

1. Notice what you are doing that is making you uncomfortable
2. Name your feeling. (I am sad, overwhelmed, worried or . . . ? )
3. Make a decision to have a different response.
4. Smile. And if you can't, just begin by turning the corners of your lips up to the sky!
5. Let your self follow your body prompts as it shifts gears into a new wild rhythm.
6. Surrender ...
7. Let your Self giggle!

If you found this little wild tidbit of thought useful, share it with your friends and family.

copyright 2011 Elizabeth MacLeod

A Message from my Mother

2011-05-08T18:59:00.000-07:00

"I remember a story my mother told me often of how when I was 5 years old I came in from playing outside and told her I wanted to be a nurse like my friend Lynnie. "You don't have to do what Lynnie does" she said. "When you grow up, I want you to be an individualist." "I don't want to be an individualist." I said. "I want to be a nurse!"

She told me this story often as I traveled through my life and although she is no longer here, her message remains strong.

A couple of nights ago, I guess she felt I needed a little reminder as she came to me in one of those dreams that seem so real you could touch them. She had the same theme . . .

"Put a drop of oil on people's consciousness" my mother said to me in the depths of my deepest dream. "Do you mean my oils?" I asked. "Yes" she responded. "Where is their consciousness . . . how do I know where?" I inquired. "Ask them" she said. "Why?" I asked. "So they will be more conscious" my mother replied. "Why is that important?" I asked "So they will be more conscious" she replied.

I experienced that kind of knowing from my inner depths that comes when a truth is being told and I could feel my body smiling with this wisdom I was having the privilege of receiving.

"Why is that important?' I asked her. "Because that's the journey" she replied. "What is?" I asked. "To be more conscious." she said. "Why is that the journey?" I inquired. "Because we need to be aware" "Why?" I asked. "So we know what to do and who we are" she replied. "Why is that important?" I continued. "That's how we make it to where we are going" she replied.

I could feel myself in another space. I knew that I was dreaming, but was completely aware of every move. I remained curious. I remained aware. I continued to inquire, never assuming what would come next.

"Where are we going?" I questioned. "Beyond where you know." she answered softly. "Can you explain that to me?" I asked, not sure if I really wanted to go there at that moment. "Yes" she replied, "But we're getting off the point."

"And what point is that? I smiled. "Your purpose" she replied. "Oh" I thought to myself. I became more curious. "What's my purpose?" I asked as I titled my head to the side. "To help people know." "Know what" I continued. "Know who they are" she responded.

"You have the power" she replied. I didn't expect that answer. So instead of assuming what she meant, I asked "What power?" "The power to help people transform into their purpose" she said. I sat back. "What is their purpose?" I asked quietly. "To know who they are" she answered back.

To know who we are . . . That is our quest here on Earth. My mother made sure to keep me on track. It didn't matter if I was 5 or a grown adult, if she was here or not here. It is still the same journey. I find a certain comfort in that.

Thanks Mom . . . for the reminder to remain who I am. That is the work.

I love you. Happy Mother's Day!

Meet Frustration

2011-05-03T14:38:00.000-07:00

Frustration is a wonderful soul so connected to your divine plan. She wants for you, everything you could ever imagine and will not tolerate even the minutest detail that throws you off track.

She is filled with animosity when she is not listened to and starts to drop things and often finds herself bumping her head. This is troubling to her and sometimes she just wants to cry. But she's a tough nut, determined to stay on her path.

Her stubborn quality makes it hard for her to change sometimes. She realizes that to really see what's happening, she has to sit down and be still to allow her self to see her self and what is getting in her way.

She throws little tantrums from time to time. It comes from not being heard. She really likes to be heard as her intention is only in your best interest. She loves you more than you could know and wants the very best for you. It hurts her when you don't listen.

Her value is so under rated. But she doesn't mind. She holds to her commitment to your divine path and will not let up until you get it. She is so persistent that her tenacity will hold you to your self in ways that you could not alone. She is patient and tireless with her commitment to your heart and will not let you falter. To allow this would be to fail in her job to help you be the best you can be to yourself.

Some may be surprised at this... but she is best friends with Gentleness and will do anything to serve her best interest too. It's just that sometimes, it's hard to get people to understand that her vision is far beyond the simplicity of the moment. She so wants what is best for you.

Frustration relaxes when her message is received, and she melts in the sunlight of a new idea or way of doing things. This excites her beyond belief and she bows in reverence of her duty and commitment to you being enchanted with your beautiful and unique path and exquisite self care. Oh, if you could only hear her giggle with delight when you uncover this . . . you might find yourself giggling in your discomfort with her!

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth MacLeod

Meet Prosperity

2011-04-22T14:07:00.000-07:00

Prosperity has huge open arms and loves to bring all with her. She is big in her dreams and loves to sing. She is in love with all that allows her to be free. And she is so inclusive wanting everyone to be a part of her richness and sacred unfolding.

She takes nothing forgranted, and respects what she has. She loves to water her plants, even the littlest ones. And when she does, she smiles gently while she loves them.

Prosperity has a big heart, filled with dreams that are realized. And she knows that what she brings to her life is more valuable than she could ever realize. She is heaven on earth and knows both well. She is in on the secret. She knows how to birth something out of nothing, and nurture its every breath. She is the centre of creation fully realized.

Prosperity is in love with humanity and she holds great faith in what is to come. She has an inner knowing that transports her to levels of understanding beyond what we normally see.

Her light is very bright.

The Birth of a Wish

2011-02-02T14:36:00.000-08:00

It came true. A little thought that happened in the bathtub over 10 years ago.

I was sitting there with my special candles lit and soft music playing, in the womb of my creativity place... the bath tub! I had settled in for a long soak, with an ambiance that supported my health and shift in my day. It was a place I wrote, drew, read, dreamed, sat and relaxed.

It was in the womb of my creativity, soaking in the warmth, allowing my emotions to lead the way and my intuition to expand, that I found myself. Every night, I lit special candles, turned on my chosen music, put a bunch of books that might interest me on the rug beside my bath and my journal with my favorite pen and allowed my muscles the reprieve they didn't have during the day. Sliding in to the warm silky water, I felt more myself, more alive, and more creative than any other time. It took years to realize the reason was that this place was my true place, my real place, my dreaming place, my safe place. It was the place where ideas were born, short writings began, my journal grew and I fell in love with the journey. It was where I became acquainted with the spiritual side of my illuminated self, and my mind was allowed to travel to places that I might not allow myself to travel through the day. It was a place where the wild in me splashed with random abandon to what was suppose to be and flowed through me in ways that brought such joy, that I returned to it every single night without exception.

I was in love with this time. It was integral and important to my growth and to my learning. It was a place I learned of self care of the most exquisite kind, a place where journeys in books lit my way, a place where my own writing blossomed into something I never imagined it could be. And it was a place I read. And a place I dreamed. A place where I made wishes with the universe that were possible, because in the womb of myself, everything was possible. My candle lit bath, filled with warm water and surrounded with an ambiance that could transport the most deadened of mind, I became one with my destiny without even knowing. That's how loving and nurturing a womb can be . . . supporting, feeding, delivering, receiving, loving, creating. The wild in its finest moment.

I did all those things . . . and over 10 years ago might have been the time where my soul and I met with the wild untamed spirit of my heart, dreaming of wishes and possibilities only a dream could see that filled me up. It lit my way into more creating, more idea forming, more pleasure, more relaxation into my truth. It seemed only dream-able.

But that night, something was put into action. It was only a thought in a bathtub to the naked eye. But anyone, whose anyone, would know, if they could peak through the steamy glass window and be allowed to view the magic, something was opening. A possibility was presenting itself, allowing a dream to exist that wasn't present before. And in that moment, a wish was born.

That one night in the bath a meeting was taking place far in the future that would touch my heart, and know my destiny and expand me in a way that was unimaginable. And it all started, when I lit my first candle and slid my foot slinkingly in for my nightly soak . . .

Such Sweetness in all the Goo

2010-12-15T20:43:00.000-08:00

I'm coping with my crazy slinky sinuses as I write...on my 3rd round of homeopathy, as my symptoms came back...and have a stash of antibiotics from the doc singing seductively in my back pocket with a steroid nose inhaler quietly waiting in the wings. Working and thinking, even resting, are a challenging task, and I have no idea at this point what tomorrow or the next day will bring. Just doing my best one little effort at a time!

Although in this moment, I feel optimistic, I am very aware of the feeling of cement shoes on my feet and the compression in my head, as I attempt to get done the things that have to get done.

I'm wondering how my body will find a way to remove the cement shoes and bring lightness to my dear aching head . . .

I am amazed at the complexity of the tiniest of tiny, as my body's immune system rallies, like beacons of light and desire. The wild ones gather, knowing what to do without thought, without directions . . . they just listen, instinct alive, as they carry out their loving purpose and strive to find me new shoes to wear. My health is their desire, fulfilling my wishes, as the heaviness my human self feels at this moment, is making the simplest of daily tasks a monumental feat!

Waiting for my dinner to reveal itself (it's in the oven), I stare at the floor and admire the Kleenex box my mother hand-painted that usually just sits quietly on display. Through all this, it has been given the great task of taking tender care of this weary body and wee tired soul, striving to find her way back to a clear head. A tenderness flows as I reach to my mother's hand-painted box for a kleenex. And I see that, even with all this . . . my heart opens and I smile as I remember her.

I am Often Seeking

2010-09-24T13:05:00.000-07:00

I am often seeking... seeking health, seeking love, seeking relief from pain, seeking joy. I remember a poem by Rumi, and think, if only I could remember...

"If you are in search of the place of the soul, you are the soul.
If you are in search of a morsel of bread, you are the bread.
If you know this secret, then you know
that whatever you seek, you are that."

Dear Wild Woman

2010-09-22T17:42:00.000-07:00

Someone asked me the other day, how the Wild Woman Mystery Cards came into being? I wanted to share the story with you, so here it is.

There was a moment in this journey, when I didn’t know what had transpired was going to possibly be the impetus to create something more than a hobby I did when I was able to or something even more than I had ever imagined. Being an artist, writer and teacher, it was a natural thing to write, paint and learn as I traveled along my own healing journey. Following my heart, I created a set of 16 healing stones which grew into a set of 27 handmade cards, each with its own symbol and meaning written on the card. It was, in a way, documenting and learning from my human journey, which I affectionately called, Wild Woman.

The year my mother became very ill, I returned to my childhood home and took the card set with me. Through the days, we would often pick a card and read them together. In her final many days in the hospital, she had her Wild Woman Cards with her by her bedside. We would pick one from time to time and read it together and talk about whatever that meant for us. One day, after reading hers, she began to look at them all, and admiring my work out loud to me. As we sat there talking, she put the cards down getting my attention and looked at me intensely. "You have to do something with these Liz." she spoke "You really have to do something with these. You must publish them." She paused and looked at them again. "You are on to something" she said looking back at me. "I don’t know where you get this from but you have to do something with these." She was very determined.

The days were long at the hospital, and mom was moved often from room to room because of the busyness and bed juggling that happened as a result. I was cleaning up the mess accumulating in her hospital room after yet another move. I turned to her “I’m going to take your cards home because there are so many” I said, as I collected the many greeting cards she had received from family and friends. She lifted her head off the bed in panic as if trying to get up and said with urgency “No Liz, you can’t take them!” I turned in surprise. I looked at her and said, checking to see if I heard her correctly … “oh, okay. You want your greeting cards to stay here with you?” “Ohhhh” she said relieved relaxing back into her bed “No, you can take those. I thought you meant the Wild Woman Cards.” I looked at her. “You want the Wild Woman Cards to stay with you?” I asked puzzled. “Yes” she responded, her eyes smiling. “They bring people to me” I turned and looked at her. “What do you mean?” I asked. “When the nurses come in for their shifts or are on a break” she said “they find me and come and we pull a card together and we talk”. “Oh” I said surprised. I had no idea this was happening. I was overcome and in an odd way a relief waved over me to know that my mother was being cared for when I wasn’t’ there in ways I had never even imagined.

The whole thing became even more real to me one day when I met one of the nurses in the hallway on the way to care for my mother. "I love your cards" she said stopping me as I walked by. "I pick one everyday with your mother before my morning shift no matter what room she is in and it really helps me. It gets me started on a good foot for the day." As she shared her experience with me, my mother’s story grounded in a way I hadn’t expected. Many of the nurses were doing this, whether they were assigned to my mother or not. Something was going on with the cards in the hospital. They were healing us all, no matter what role we played or who we were

It has been some time now, since my mother passed away, but the spark from that time lives deeply in my heart. The cards over the next couple of years grew into more than 27 as I drew, painted, learned and wrote, and there was a point where I just felt strongly that I had to do something with them. In looking back, I realize that motivation may very well have been deeply ignited with my mother in those meaningful and soulful times by her bedside.

Now the cards are here, and I'm "doing something" with them, and more is beginning to happen... and I am shown once again, that what we do from our heart is always the right thing and always good for ourselves and those around us. Now, what began as healing stones, and then a deck of handmade cards is now a deck of Wild Woman Mystery Cards, a set of 53 cards, and 123 page book that explains the meaning of the cards in more depth... and an online store and other products are developing from the cards and naturally emerging. There are times, when I simply shake my head in disbelief... and then smile as I ground it in delight of what was seen back then and now here in the light of a new day. What a blessing... what a complete and beautiful blessing... and like a friend of mine says "You can’t beat a good blessing."

Yours in the wild