Last month, I moved to Asheville — a place I had only once visited, where I didn’t know anyone. I came to Asheville to live in the majesty of the mountains. To visit Katuwah, Cherokee Motherland, where my grandmother’s grandmother was born in 1780. To connect with my ancestors and guides, from both this lifetime and lifetimes past. Each morning since moving to Asheville, I am greeted by Crow across the way, calling to his pals before flying from one mountain to the next. This wonderful blessing began the very day I drummed my first journey in my new home. When I emerged, I found Crow sitting atop the roof, right over my meditation pillow, protecting and guiding me even from the physical realm.
The first painting we channeled since moving to Asheville brought me even more of a sense of peace, love, compassion and guidance. In this newest watercolor, Spirit paints me as Raven, being lovingly held and carried by a great Wolf deity, while receiving guidance from the great Grandmother Fae … and even as I type these words, the very Crow who visits me each morning has arrived at his post, sweetly vying for my attention, this time just an hour before sunset.
I may not know exactly where my path of my highest and greatest good is headed, but I do know I am exactly where I should be. Thank you, Beloved Divine.
