🌹 SHE Speaks in Petals, Songs, and Cardinals: A Living Ritual with the Great Mother
This weekend, I found myself wrapped in a moment that spanned generations.
Sunday evening, Mother's Day, I asked my daughter if she wanted to join me in connecting with Grandma through the cards. I felt her spirit perk up as she said, "Sure."
Moments later, in my healing space, I asked my momma which deck she wanted to speak through, and I was immediately drawn to Rebecca Campbell's Rose Oracle Deck—no surprise, really. She loved roses and had so many different kinds growing in her garden. Toward the end of her life, it was the yellow rose she was most drawn to, and all the people who loved her surrounded her with them daily.
I gazed around the space, asking my mom what else was meant to be with us. As I turned around, her cozy purple shawl was staring at me. I threw it over my shoulder and as I walked upstairs to be with my daughter, I saw a picture of the three of us in my mind's eye. I knew the one. Evelyn's 2nd birthday party. I grabbed it and walked out onto the porch.
Before wrapping myself in the shawl, I created a little altar on the table in front of us.
At the center were beautiful flowers I had arranged the weekend before at a brunch lovingly hosted by a dear friend for those of us who have lost our mommas. (ADD PICTURE) The flowers were already steeped in beauty and remembrance. Beside them stood a tall fairy statue—a Mother's Day gift from my husband and kids. It felt extra special because my momma adored her garden and filled it with all kinds of "chotchkes," including a fairy statue that blew kisses, just like this new one.
Mom’s Garden Fairy
Once the altar felt complete, I wrapped myself in mom's shawl and said, "It's like a warm hug from Grandma," and as soon as it was around me, I felt my mother nudge my arms open to welcome my daughter in, to be hugged by her shawl. The three of us breathed and held each other. A memory I’ll always cherish.
It was time to do my calling in and shuffle as I asked for a message:
We are so grateful for your guidance, for your love, and support...
A card flew out before I could even speak my question. My daughter said, "We've got a jumper," as she bent down to pick it up. Her eyes widened, and she looked at me and said,
“Mom!! It’s The Great Mother.”😫
The message at the bottom of the card read: Surrender to the mystery. Fall into her arms.
I started to cry, and my daughter held me.
It’s been almost 10 years since my mom left this earth, and still, she finds ways to wrap us in her love.
We pulled two more cards.
✨ The Grandmothers — A message for my daughter, about going all the way back to go forward. Healing the lineage, breaking cycles—for our ancestors past, and those yet to come. And wild, too—we had asked for a message specifically from my mother for my daughter... and we pulled The Grandmothers. SHE is my daughter’s grandmother. Connecting through the cards—magic.
✨ The Wild Rose — A message for me, from the matriarchs: do it your way. Embrace your sacred uniqueness. A timely message as I spread my wings as an intuitive energy healer
✨ Mother Rose — A message for the collective: compassion, humanity, finding our way back to each other.
This was our ritual.
Simple, potent, and drenched in love.💖
It was our way of honoring and connecting with the mothers and grandmothers of our lineage—celebrating them on this special day of the Mother.
I felt them with us—holding us, witnessing us, and weaving their presence into our circle of love through breath, intention, and the sacred space we created together.
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The next morning—on the Scorpio Full Moon—I was still feeling the tender echoes of Mother's Day. That morning, I had the honor of enjoying a chai with Liz Childs Kelly, author of Home to Her, at our local coffee shop.
We recently recorded a beautiful episode for Season 5 of the HEAR HER podcast, which is all about amplifying the voices of local Blue Ridge healers, coaches, authors, and therapists. For this little introvert, it’s my way of weaving myself into the community around me—to find the ones who are shining a similar light.
And to share with our wider community all the support that exists out there during these chaotic times. Whether you're local or not, I hope to inspire us all to heal together and remember: we weren't meant to do this alone. Finding community is essential. Even for us introverts ;)
How lucky am I that Liz weaves her magic right here in our local community? I'm grateful to be finding and connecting with women like her—wise, heart-led, and devoted to healing, to intuition, to HER. She has a grounded, kind, and loving energy, and she’s here to help us remember and reconnect with the lost and stolen wisdom of the sacred feminine—and I’m ALL in.
I began learning about the sacred feminine about 10 years ago, and everything started to shift. My perspective. Awareness of my conditioning. How I viewed myself as a woman in the world. So much unraveling, unhooking, and surrendering continues.
It was more of a remembering, rather than a learning. If you're the least bit sparked by the Sacred Feminine, I highly recommend reading Liz's book, Home to Her
After our time together, I returned home with a full heart and wandered into Luna Garden, AirPods in, the energy of Grandmother Moon glowing in her fullness above. The loving embrace of the green trees around me.
I asked Great Mother to send me a song.
Not just any song—one that could hold the tenderness of the past two days.
One that could honor my momma, my experience with my daughter, this blooming and dying season, the collective reconnecting with the sacred feminine, and this new connection with Liz.
I opened my Spring Awakening Playlist, took a deep breath, and clicked shuffle. And the song that came?
Follow the Sun by Xavier Rudd.
The beating drum, the soulful harmonica, and bird song in the opening bars wrapped around my heart before the words even began.
“Breathe in the air,
Set your intentions,
Dream with care,
Tomorrow’s a brand new day for everyone…
A brand new moon, a brand new sun.Follow the sun,
The direction of the bird,
The direction of love.”
Just as that lyric played, a cardinal flew in front of me and my heart squeezed.
My momma. Great Mother. A beautiful message.
I knew it was HER.
I wandered deeper into the garden, toward the peonies and the irises. Some were in tight buds, others blooming wide open, and still others already curling and wilting back to the soil.
Life. Death. Rebirth.
All on the same stem.
All at once.
Just like us.
We can be grieving and blooming at the same time.
We can hold both joy and sorrow, beginning and ending, expansion and decay.
We are nature. Great Mother, our beloved teacher.
I'd brought the Rose Oracle with me to the coffee shop but hadn’t pulled the deck out during my time with Liz. Still, it felt like they had absorbed our conversation, the essence of our shared devotion to Her.
So I grounded. I shuffled. In honor of meeting Liz, in honor of community connection, and in honor of HER—please share with us the most potent messages:
✨ HELD jumped from the deck — Sureness of the soil. Unseen support. Community. 😮
HER presence echoed in the breeze.
Then I held Liz’s book to my womb and asked for a message from HER.
I shuffled through the pages and felt called to stop on page 105: (Intuitive reading practice below)
Next, I was nudged to look at the right side of the book and saw in bold:
SACRED PRACTICE.
Liz shared her own ritual of connecting with the Earth each morning, and an invitation to find something in the natural world (a tree, bush, flowers, etc.) that you can return to again and again—sit with it, learn from it, play with the energy exchange.
This was such a beautiful reminder.
Because truthfully, I’ve been in a season of avoiding my sacred practices.
Life pulls me away sometimes. I get stuck on the hamster wheel. Stuck in my head, living from the neck up. Practices like these get us into our bodies, and I need that more than ever right now.
I’m ready to begin again. And you can too.
Starting tomorrow, I’ll place my feet on the ground with gratitude and send roots down to the Earth. I’ll breathe into our connection and root myself for the day ahead.
Today, I offer you three living rituals/sacred practices to weave into your life:
🌹 Ancestral Oracle Ritual
Place a photo of a loved one who has passed
Wrap yourself in something that holds their energy or another talisman
Light a candle in their honor
Ask for a message—pull a card or simply listen
📖 Intuitive Book Reading
Hold a book that’s calling to you, to your heart or womb
Close your eyes and breathe
Ask: What do you want me to know today?
Let your handsand intuition guide you to the page that holds your message
🌿 Rooting into Great Mother
Before your day begins, place your feet on the earth or the floor
Breathe, feel the ground, send roots all the way down to the core of the earth
Whisper: I am connected, I am grateful. I’m here. I’m listening.
✨Take what resonates. Leave the rest. Add your own magic.✨
SHE speaks in petals. In lyrics. In cardinals.
In friends and in books.
In breath. In moonlight.
She speaks through YOU.
HEAR HER—in whatever ways she speaks to YOU.
With love from Luna Garden,
Heather xo 🌕
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