Conditions must be just right for a volcanic eruption
to take place.  The earth's plates must apply the right
amount of pressure on the magma chamber to force 
it to the surface.  

The same is definitely true of me.
  
I've put a lot of pressure on myself to force my work to the 
surface.  It was only when I started applying the right tools
to my situations that I began to see and understand how all 
of the different pieces of Goddess Tea House are coming 
together to be of service to the world. 

That's what's being reflected back to me with this week of Goddess Whispers.  The card again comes from the Marashinsky/Janto Goddess Oracle deck, where I pulled Pele (awakenings). 

Typically I make an altar to the Goddess I'm working with 
in order to get to know her better.  This mini altar is where I connect with her daily.  This is similar to having tea and a 
chat with a good friend.   Sometimes I  journal what I know 
about each Goddess and what she has to tell me.  

Because I pull all my Goddess Whisper card during the new
moon, I check the Goddess Tea House Facebook page to see what I channeled.  I'm often surprised by how in tune these 
readings are for the day they are posted.  

As the week progresses I'll be sharing more information and
insights on Pele.  I hope you find them helpful in building your own relationship with the Divine Feminine.  

Breath.
Allow this gift of breathe 
to flow through you and fill
you with life and vibrancy.  

As you go through your day 
may Pachamama bless you 
and remind you of your wholeness.

Here.  Wrapped in a red shawl
looking out the window signs 
of Spring's steady return speaks 
to my heart

But the trees tell a different 
story.  Even as the sun shines 
warm through their branches, 
the wind still blows its cold song

"Not yet" the wind whispers to
the leaves that remain waiting.
"No, not yet" my voice answers
And my heart continues longing
for spring.

I've transformed Goddess Whispers to a weekly offering of insights and intuitive oracle readings on Twitter and Facebook.  
This week's messages come from Goddess Durga.  

Last night in meditation with the full moon, a prayer
came to me.  I share it in reverence and respect for all the 
forms of Goddess Durga.  

Hail Goddess Durga
honored primordial energy
of the universe.  You create, 
uphold and destroy to begin again.
Through you may we gain a glimpse 
of the infinite possibilities that lay before us.  
May we create boundaries that support and 
serve us so that we may honor your power of 
mastery and determination within us.
Jai Matha Di

In my late 20s my self esteem was at an all time low.  
Miserable and depressed, I treated myself horribly 
the body hate and self loathing festering to where
I couldn’t stand anything about myself.  I was so low 
I often cried myself to sleep begging whatever being for 
a way out.  After a particularly harsh day, I had a dream. 

I dreamt of Aphrodite and she changed everything.

She was breathtakingly beautiful and it wasn’t just her looks.  
She had this glow that radiated from the inside out, like a lighthouse beacon.  She spoke to me so lovingly and kind
so different from how I thought she'd be.  

“I am Aphrodite Goddess of Love.  
Would you like to stand as I do; naked, 
head held high and reveling in your body, 
honoring your strengths and weaknesses? 
I am unafraid of my sexuality, my beauty, and
my vulnerabilities because I accept it all as part 
of my glorious being.  My heart remains open wide 
because I know real love in all its forms.  You dear 
one, doubt the power of love that brought you into 
being.” 


If you would learn my ways, you must do as I say.  
Start with loving yourself.  Praise yourself as you 
would a child and when you are ready, stand proud 
in your own nakedness and fully embrace me.  
Call upon me and I will amplify your inner power
tenfold.  Rebuild my temple and let’s begin. 
Come to me...I am waiting dear one.” 


After that I started searching for Goddess specifically 
Aphrodite in any book I could find learning her stories
and ways. I discovered at least once a year, most often 
in Spring, Aphrodite would return to her island in Cypress 
and renew her virgin, whole within herself state, bathing in 
the warm salty tidal waters that rose and fell with the phases of the moon as she was attended by the three Graces. 

As I learned more of Goddess, I started taking better care of 
myself.  I imagined myself as one of her Priestesses and 
eventually that's exactly what I became.

And I rebuild Aphrodite's temple within me each time I 
honor myself through self care.  When I treat myself as
something holy, I find my way back to wholeness
again and again.

I share this story as a reminder that even in your darkest
doubt filled days you are holy and your spirit is of Goddess.  

As you start off your week I just wanted to remind myself (and you!) who we really are.

It's been a little since I last made a wish with 

"Did you loose a bet?" you asked.
"No" I responded.  
"Then why on earth would you want to wear
 something so ridculous?"  Yesterday I was having
 a bad day and couldn't answer you.  But today I will.  

Why would a grown woman wear a Kermit the Frog hat?

Because it's a magical hat.  

When I wear this hat, it has the ability to transport me back 
in time to see the little girl I was when I watched and smiled 
as Kermit flailed his arms excited about the next guess or 
nervous about trying to hold the show together. 

It makes me smile and brightens my day reminding me of 
some important lessons I learned from Kermit as a kid about 
finding the rainbow connection and remembering that one person…okay one frog believed in me.  He also taught me 
that life is like a movie and if I keep believeing and pretending I could do exactly what I set out to do.  

Some where along the line to growing up, I forgot these things.  
Now I wear a Kermit hat so I'll remember to pass these important
lessons to my son and never forget for myself again.

This hat has the ability to make other people smile.  In those smiles I get to see the little boys and little girls hiding in those smiles along with hopes and dreams of what life would be like for them when they grew up.  For a few minutes,they remember too.  And in some small way, maybe I've brightened their day and made a difference to them if only for a moment.  This hat spreads it's magic to others as they start to do their own impression of the Kermit the Frog voice.  They begin sharing how much they loved the show as a child and which character was their favorite.  And perhaps their day was brightened too.   

Other people heard you.  As I walked in the parking lot they told me how they wish they were as brave as I was to wear that hat.  I don't think of myself as that brave but perhaps I am.  Perhaps wearing this hat is part of the armor I wear as I dream and create and grow into the person I am meant to be.    So I'll continue to wear this ridiculous hat even thouh I haven't lost a bet.  And even though it's warmer out today, I'll put my hat back on and go out into the world again because some one needs to be lifted up if only for a moment.  

So thank you for asking.  Now I know exactly why I love this hat so much.

Despite the Autumn boldness of painting my door from the coral of the old owners to it's beautiful purple crown, I'm still finding it hard to believe this home which was once just a dream is now very much a reality. 

As such I'm having a hard time putting things up on
 the wall and painting  partly because of winter truly 
setting in but most of it stems from resistance and
 years of being focused on not putting too much 
wear and tear on the walls so I can get back a deposit. 

This week I decided to break out and paint a chalkboard wall.
Not a full wall but enough for homeschooling in the room we've dubbed the 'learning library".   

I bought supplies, set up to do it and stood with paint
brush in hand when my friend Resistance came to join me 
What if I do it wrong and damage the wall, what if I don't paint 
it straight, what if I don't like it…what if, what if, what if…

"It's okay," I say aloud to myself as I brushed the primer on the wall, "I trust I can do this and if I don't like it I can always paint it differently."

I remember how similar my thoughts were when I 
first decided to home school (what if I can't teach him, 
what if he doesn't learn, what if we don't like it 
what if, what if, what if)

Yet I didn't let that stop me because in my gut I knew this 
would be the best thing for my son's learning journey.  
And now here I am shifting, learning growing and trusting 
the process for both of us.  

I brushed the first coat of chalkboard paint on thinking how much this experience of resistance matches the resistance I feel as I grow Goddess Tea House (what if no one reads what I write, what if no one likes what I do, what if I can't balance homschooling and running a business, what if, what if, what if). 

Yet here I am sharing this vulnerable piece of me with 
you continuing to show up and grow and shift and trusting 
this process too.  

I brushed the wall with the second coat of chalkboard paint 
and I felt my shoulders relax.  Stepping back, I see I may need 
a third coat but I'm happy with how it's turning out so far.  I'm happy with how our home school journey is going, having 
given myself permission to do it the way that works best for 
both my son and myself.  

I'm happy with the direction Goddess Tea Hose is going 
knowing I can change it any time I want to and it will be 
totally okay.  I feel the resistance fade into the background.  
How amazing is it that working through my resistance to one
thing freed me from resistance to something else?


I feel myself moving one step closer to the 'me' I am meant to be.  

"C'mon Boo boo...we have to watch the sunrise" 
 my son said with great enthusiasm as he burst 
into my room this morning.  I groaned as I turned 
over to look at his face.  

"It's so cold this morning," I thought to myself, 
"I just want to stay in bed for 30 more minutes.  
I wonder if we can see it from my bedroom window" 

All these questions passed from my mind as I saw
the clouds of doubt begin to form on his face.
He thought I wouldn't get up.  

"Okay, go get dressed."   

5 minutes later we stood outside bundled against
the cold, listening to bird song and watching the 
changing light in the sky.  I noticed my breath as 
I stood at the edge of my driveway while he went 
on a little ahead of me.  

No camera or words between us just my son 
and me together in the cold but alone with our 
thoughts as the sun peaked at us between the trees 

He came back to give me a big hug.  
"Thank you for watching this with me.
It was awesome!"  

Yes, yes it was.

"What is the good of your stars and trees, your sunrise and the wind, if they do not enter into our daily lives? "
E.M. Forster