The Wk of 6/25/26 Unrest. Hold on to your… (copy 01)

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Short-ish & semi-sweet message this week, dear ones, during a time of astrological shifts I’ve heard described as “off the charts.” One astrologer I particularly like said: Hold on to your titties! Gah! 😂 Hang on, y’all!! The best is yet to come, it just may be a way bumpy ride for some of us along the way. (Full moon in Cap peaks around 5 pm, 6/29, TX time). Please reach out at any time if you or a loved one are in need of support or direction.        

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I was sitting outside of People’s Pharmacy yesterday and sat there for a minute before I went in and was like:  “There is just too much happening to make sense of anything. Too many feelings. & I have no wise words for this moment.” Usually I’ve got some little anchor to hold on to. And nothing was there. And then a word arrived: 
Unrest. And then a descriptor:
Deep, unrest. 
This is what I sense in my local environment. Globally. In my own self. In others that I talk to. 
And again, what a fortunate thing that we are not all in this place at once, though it most certainly feels like many are, including our beautiful planet. And it’s a joy to hear from so many of you throughout the week, though my heart goes out to each of us that are tuned into this vice-grip of a feeling. 
It made me recall the words of Martha Graham above about the “blessed unrest that keeps us marching.” 
And my next thought: “Ok, so use it. Use it like a fuel, Erika. Move. Forward. And don’t look back. Keep marching. You’re alive. No one said this would be easy. In fact, some call Earth, the Harvard of the cosmos. Well, perhaps some of us are taking our finals and they are TOUGH. Something entrusted me to be here. So, be here!”
I needed to hear myself say that. And in case someone else needs it to, well, there ya go. 

And as last week’s reading reminded us: we cannot skip a stage. Just like an apple seed cannot, in order to follow its own internal blueprint into its fullest expression, neither can we. It’s a grueling stage for many. Every. Stage. Is. Necessary. And passes. 

Hang on. Forward!

Love you. 

Ek 

When I am among the trees, especially the willows and the honey locust,

equally the beech, the oaks and the pines, they give off such hints of gladness,

I would almost say that they save me, and daily.

I am so distant from the hope of myself, in which I have goodness,

and discernment,

and never hurry through the world,

but walk slowly, and bow often.

Around me the trees stir in their leaves and call out, “Stay awhile.”

The light flows from their branches.

And they call again, “It’s simple,” they say,

“and you too have come into the world to do this: 

to go easy, to be filled with light, and to shine.