The heartbeat of an oak 

  
It sure feels sacred standing against an oak’s cool bark heart to heart. 

When I leaned against the oak in the woods all birds suddenly awakened in harmonies and the tree let me into its heart vibration, which felt like a privilege. It was subtle and soft, different from a heartbeat of a human. It is duller and more distant and if it was a colour I would describe it as pale white. 

Its leaves offered me yet another comfort as usually touching greenery of trees refreshes and reassures me. This offering appears often in my hour of need I found over the years. 

I decided to practice my newly found wisdom of asking a question when in despair, confusion or feeling down and negative. What is Essential and what is Non-essential. I asked it as I merged with the heartbeat of the oak and the answer came. Breath is essential and Anger is not when it is in defence. It also encouraged me to let the arms of masculine to comfort me, asked me to allow myself lean on him, share with him, let him wipe my tears and carry me to a place of safety. This felt wonderfully grounding and reassuring. I noticed my vision clearing and my focus returning.
The energy that spread all around was neither a father, brother or husband like. And quickly I realised I was encountering the so far elusive figure of a Green man. It is something non-attached and non-identifiable in any way only in terms of energy he offers. I identify him as a male hence using he and him, but it is not like a father, lover or a partner. He is whatever you want him to be and I love that within this spirituality where however you want to relate to a given deity it offers itself to you freely as long as there is respect and gratitude offered in return. 
Here’s a picture of the Green man, which my eyes were immediately drawn to once I listened to my heartbeat and my inner voice renewed and strengthened by the heartbeat of the oak tree.

  
I continued on my walk with a gift of this new encounter and an additional knowledge that all is balanced in nature and whatever is needed is always available. 

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Cat Familiars – A story of Dubh (pronounced Dove) means ‘Black’ in Gaelic Irish

Lydia and I

I would like to share the story of my cat familiar – Lydia. She came into my life about a year ago and the learning I received from her has been rich and wonderful. She’s been one of the main catalysts in my spiritual development and continual integration of shadow sides of my psyche. She is now about 1.5 years old, so quite young, but so knowing, confident, wise and wild, truly in touch with her natural instincts and deeply knowing of her own abilities and purpose. Such a profound teacher and companion.

Two or three months before the end of 2013 I experienced an extreme yearning for a black cat. The feeling was so intense and all-consuming that I often found myself unable to function or concentrate on daily activities. I was completely overcome by the pulling feeling in my solar plexus, a similar feeling to when you miss someone desperately. The feeling had a sense of loss and grief to it too. No matter how hard I tried to ignore or eliminate the feeling it came back even stronger. I didn’t know what to do, but I did know I must have that cat. By the time the year was ending I could not imagine not having that cat in my life, but I didn’t know which direction to turn. I was told by many that I must wait for the animal, what seemed like a familiar to turn up on my door step or come to me in other ways. The waiting was extremely hard and once sitting with a client in a garden studio a black cat appeared at the door looking at me for a few seconds through the glass before disappearing. My heart jumped and I remember running out of the house as soon as my work with a client was finished. I was very aware of the desperate feeling to see the cat again, yet it was gone. I also felt that it meant what I am waiting for and looking for is near. It filled me with great excitement, anxiety and even more yearning in my soul.

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