Tempered Wings

Fear cautions us of Icarus as our Ancestors call us to the fire.

Do we dare put our feet to the flames? Yes!

For it is here we resurrect our mighty tempered wings.

 

Now I lay me down in flames.

Crimson glow dances over me.

Engulfs me.

Chars and cleanses the exoskeleton of a life made up of outgrown roles and inherited false beliefs.

 

A replenished soul like the soil after a forest fire’s rage.

Within the appearance of a barren wasteland I am in fact… renewed.

 

Spiral down to my epiphany.

When I hit the ground I will rise,

like a Pheonix from the ash of all that once was but no longer defines me.

– Libby Brittain

 

Time Loops & Rabbit Holes

Did you know that sometimes we can pick up on energy from different time lines? For instance, ever have a day where you just feel off but you can’t quite put your finger on why you’re agitated/sad/anxious etc? As many empaths know sometimes this occurs when we’re picking up on someone else’s energy. But there are other occasions where no matter how hard we try to clear the energy, the feelings just won’t shift. That’s because the energy we’re picking up on is our own, but from another time! Perhaps a year, two years, or even 5 years ago! So in a sense it’s someone else’s energy because as Alice so eloquently said in Wonderland,

“It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

Sometimes when we experience a trauma or an intense event, the emotions we felt at that point can play on a loop, even when we aren’t consciously aware of it. Earlier this week, on National Dog Day, I personally experienced this. All day I could just tell I was in a mood. Irritable. So I took a moment to check in with myself; why did I feel this way? First I said,

“It’s ’cause I’m tired.”

But my truth chord was like, nope!

So I tuned in again…

Was it because the anniversary of my Mom’s passing was coming up?

No, that didn’t resonate with what I was feeling either. Then when I saw it was National Dog Day, it clicked! 3 years ago on that day, my beloved dog had passed.

Sooka ran away on Aug. 20th and after a week of searching we’d hired scent tracking dogs to find her. I remember the team said based on the condition of her remains when they found her, it appeared she’d passed on 8/23, which made sense to me since on that day I could not stop crying. My intuitive self knew and was already mourning.

This year, just as in the previous I remembered to be gentle with myself on that particular day. However, I’d forgotten that 8/26 was an intense day in my personal history as well. I’d been up all night searching for her, then meeting with trackers, learning my dog had passed and finding her remains all while I was planning a 1 year memorial service for my Mom at the time. To say I was emotional and irritable on 8/26/16 would have been an understatement!

The moment I remembered this and not only acknowledged but honored the Libby of that time line, the irritability in my current time line lifted! It’s always nice to feel seen and having conscious moments like the one I had where you feel truly seen by yourself?! Well that my friends is a transformative thing.

This experience is also a wonderful example of how our animals continue to work with us even after they’ve crossed the rainbow bridge. Sooka was my first rescue dog and one of the wisest teachers I’ve ever head the privilege of working with and clearly she still has some major knowledge to share.

Have you had any experiences where you’ve been effected by energy on a quantum level? Or a time where you knew your animal was working with you from the other side? If so I’d love to hear about it!

Also, if you’re interested in learning how to connect with your animal, either living or in spirit, my Talking With Animals Class starts on 9/12! To sign up or learn more head on over to the classes section at www.IntuitiveLibby.com!

She Wrote Her Own Ending Too Soon…

This evening I learned of the passing of one of my favorite designers, Kate Spade. It’s amazing how creative energy can defy the limits of space and time and light a spark of inspiration in a complete stranger. Kate’s designs had that ability. Her creations were witty, cheeky, and inspired me. I was always amazed by how she could create a purse out of ANYTHING! An origami dinosaur, a takeout bag, a wicker teapot, you name it! Kate thought outside the box in such a way that combined simplicity and color with just the right amount of whimsy that allowed every boss lady to do lunch with her inner child. I admired Kate. She was a designer who, I felt, understood me. Which is what makes the fact that such an artist felt compelled to take her own life all the more tragic.

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As I flipped through photos of her work and old ad campaigns I was struck by the terrible irony of the stationary that read, “she writes her own story,” and the day planner with a cover that said, “expect the unexpected.” Truth is, Kate wrote the very unexpected ending to her story in a suicide note she left to her 13 year old daughter. I can’t help but wonder how Kate had come to this conclusion?

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I’ve been reading lots of comments about the selfishness of her final act and I will admit that I was struck by a wave of anger too as I thought of the 13 year old who is now without a mother. But then it occurred to me that the level of selfishness spoke to the severity of pain Kate must have been in. It goes against a woman’s biological nature to abandon her child. That tells me the strength with which depression held Kate. It had rewired her thinking and deleted all the maternal instincts in the process.

I myself have experienced depression, as have my family members…including my cousin who made an attempt to end her life in 2009. Thankfully she is still with us. In October of 2014 I lost one of my best friends to suicide. He had attempted to get help but when he told the hospital he “thought” he was suicidal he was told to come back when he was sure! My friend had a strong support system of people who loved him and made every attempt to get him help. Still, the system failed.

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From the shamanic perspective, depression is a symptom of soul loss, something that occurs after we have experienced a traumatic event or something that tells us the world we’re in isn’t safe. So the piece of us that doesn’t feel safe breaks off in search of well being. As shamans we are trained to travel to the different upper and lower worlds to retrieve these pieces for our clients. This is a standard practice in other cultures, sadly in modern western society we are told to put on a brave face, take a pill, and get over it. Obviously this formula isn’t working.

Tonight I am thinking of Kate’s family and of her little girl. I am also thinking of all my brothers and sisters; my tribe members who have lost loved ones to suicide. Often when we hear of another suicide it can bring up a lot of emotions. That is okay! Let them come out! Talk to your friends, talk to your family, talk to me! Even if it’s just a post on social media, let other’s know how you are feeling. And if you don’t know what to say if someone comes to you, that’s okay. Tell them that. Just be there and hold space for them. It’s only when we start to open up and allow ourselves and one another to be truly vulnerable that we can begin to heal. Kate was correct, we do write our own story…and we can change the ending at any moment.

Kate Spade: 1962-2018

Child of the Earth and Sky

My chest rises and falls as I allow my body to melt into the sandy arms of Pachamama; Mother Earth.

She is the Mother who has never left us.

Our heart beats synchronize.

Recalibrate as Grandfather Sun warms my shoulder blades and invisible wings.

My Brothers and Sisters of the Wind and Sea sing to me.

Welcoming me home.

A salt-filled tear streams down my face and into my Mother’s hands as I remember

I am one.

I am whole.

The Sun. The Sky.

The Earth. The Moon.

The Sea. The Wind.

The Sand. The Stars.

This is my family.

A Seagull calls, “I love you,” off shore.

My face smiles as my heart expands;

open with gratitude.

Forevermore.

by Libby Brittain