A curious encounter unfolds within me somewhere between a memory and a dream. A strange little girl, no more than seven winters old, seated at a timeworn table beneath the gnarled branches of an ancient oak, her eyes a peculiar blend of innocence and knowing beyond her years.. Across from her, is the Raven King—a creature both majestic and inscrutable, draped in feathers as dark as the void between stars. His eyes, glimmering with secrets, are fixed upon the girl, and his sharp beak almost – but not quite – curls into a knowing smile.

The tea, a silvery brew with the aroma of autumn and twilight, swirls in the cup with a life of its own, reflecting an ephemeral dance of light that filters through the canopy of trees. As the girl pours a cup, her expression is curious and intent, as though the tea itself speaks the Raven King’s secrets of unremembered realms and forgotten dreams.

And it is here where the boundaries of what is known dissolve. The Raven King, a being of ancient wisdom and whimsical charm, and the little girl, a symbol of untamed curiosity, share a communion that transcends the ordinary. Their tea party, a ritual of shared enchantment and whispered tales, is a testament to the boundless magic that permeates the inner realm of every woman who secretly knows she is a bird girl.

This work then is not meant as a mere capturing of a moment but a reminder of soul and a true north, as well as an invitation to journey into the heart of a world where the fantastical and the real are intertwined in a delicate dance. That to be alive is a mystery and within the realm of the extraordinary, even the most mundane moments are forever suffused with wonder and magic.

~Lisbeth Cheever Gessaman

there is a divine essence I continue to unravel…

inquiry for today~ where do you find essence?

for the kinder days…

Shadow work is what I call “falling upward.” God hid holiness quite well: the proud will never recognize it, and the humble will fall into it every day—not even realizing it is holiness. 
~Richard Rohr