The last two years, I landed in a curious spot as a writer, creative person, mom, wife, and member of Mother Earth’s community when I left teaching. Intuitive by nature, overthinking and planning for misunderstandings instinctively became a habit in education, surrounded by hundreds of personalities each day, forming into whatever fit to make things work the best I knew how, a pattern solidified for 18 years.
Now, with my writing muse at the wheel while I reconnect with imagination, I breathe in the freedom and breathe out the worry. There are no harsher expectations than those born within. What a new notion it is to work on things nobody sees – the self, the day-to-day adjustments from noise to the release of your own breathing.
Sounds ominous, yet I’ve found such beautiful and amazing allies in all of this while in nature. Since July of 2024, I’ve written nearly every night. During this time, I discovered a truly magical voice, the one presented on this new site, formed from a deep place I once lived in long ago at another time of my soul’s journey.
In this new and old place, effortless is the invitation to join the natural elements even in winter. The sunshine on snow, oak leaves still rustling in the wind, and fresh bird calls ignite the dimmed flame inside to keep going. Going for me, going for those who count on me. In full transparency, giving grace to these major adjustments in life by honoring the space between who I was and who I am shaping into now takes serious time.
And what does this look like? Now absent from the public to turn into private moments like the fairytale pictures of mice snuggling in their living room under the roots of a tree? Do I join them? Can I become the understudy in a new play about living at peace in the forest? Do I then sing? I might.
I’m not the first to conclude time in nature heals. Read Thoreau for a better view:) Is solitude in today’s world realistic? Well, it’s harder to achieve thanks to many distractions, but it can be forced by the new direction of life. And it is here where magic grows if you allow it. That magic takes work, lots of work, work on the self you may not have seen coming, but it arrives anyway without notice, not waiting for the dust of your old habits to settle after you’ve stirred, the ones that do not fit you anymore.
The soul work is soothed by time in nature, calling upon the help that lives there, seen and unseen, to guide and comfort as the soul peels off what no longer lifts, because you cannot move forward with old weights. The birds, the trees, the elements all found among and within ease this transition, and with the great magic of writing and wonder, I continue to endure this amazing change. Within it, I connect with pieces of me from long ago, the writer, the reader, the intuitive, the Earth empath, and so much more words cannot capture. Was this painless, not at all. Did the bandit squirrels at our bird feeder station help? Absolutely!
There are simple and peaceful days and much harder ones, though they lessen as the deep soul work continues. People are afraid of it, understandably, and life is so busy they can avoid it mostly. When everything stops, however, you can’t hide from yourself. Some people are born already having done so much work – I admire them with my whole heart; it’s not common. To be plain, leaving my career gave me no choice but to face what had to be healed. Diving into a new role was not an option because my body, mind, and spirit knew better than to allow more distraction. I have this life here now, a free one, a precious one.
Part of this change happened last summer when I erased my old website to have a fresh start here. Originally, my goal was to offer Forest Therapy to people in need of some nature time, something I felt deeply about in my heart, however, the Universe had other plans. Though this may happen in the future someday, it is not the time now. Honestly, losing my website was a blow to my confidence and the years I spent building it – the blog, the children’s books – but the quiet voice of reason eventually outweighed that loss.
When the spirit in a human world work gets burdensome, I look out the window. I see the gifts Mother Nature provides without asking anything of me. If I lifted not one finger for the rest of my days, her beauty would still provide and go on supporting my presence.
I do not sit idle any longer, however, because this new journey beckons for adventure and freshness, a willingness to help others in how I’m being called. The nightly journals are now in a book format of 365 guiding passages at 83k words, an achievement not possible without my guides in nature, thus using Geraldine B. Henry as the author, because she absolutely is!
In addition to the book being out on the line in the sea of publishers (let me know if you have any connections!), I am now offering personal Past Life Regression/Hypnosis Sessions (zoom) for those who are interested in learning about where they come from and what key pieces of their souls may still linger today. Yes, it sounds strange or weird for some, I realize, but I stand unafraid.
Experiencing a session long ago with an amazing friend, who is now a spiritual mentor, helped me see and understand painful parts I continued to carry that I no longer needed to. With the knowledge I gained in one session, I transformed pain into progress, acknowledging the great strength it took for me to live then and using my gifts in this life now. This experience included addressing ancestral trauma ready for release, patterns meant to be broken, as well as honoring spiritual gifts and strength to carry into this life.
Thus, the book, the sessions, and my dreams are out in the big world now, fully supported by my wonderful friends in nature – the birds who show up are all the affirmation I need. I thank them, and you, for the support and love. Please spread the word if anyone you love is interested in this work! It’s life-affirming and part of the healing humanity is ready for 🙂
Blessings!