This morning, I took a walk in Prospect Park in San Marcos, Texas with two close women friends. We walked the trail paved with small gravel and reached a clearing with a sundial. Nearby, I noticed a circle of benches in the shade around a live oak that my friend, who lives near here, called the “Learning Tree”. The mesquite leaves glowed green-gold in the spring sun, and the sun filtered through them. A quiet voice within whispered, and I recognized that this place held potential for something sacred. I took pictures, imagining future women’s retreats and forest therapy sessions, feeling the stirrings of a vision I hadn’t fully put into words.
On the walk back to my friend’s house, we felt inclined to wander into a shed belonging to a local artist where he displayed his paintings for sale via the honor system and online payment. There it was: a painting that mirrored exactly what I’d seen on the walk. The same golden light through trees. The same energy. As if Spirit had placed a visual altar before me. Without hesitation, I bought it. I was claiming the vision, grounding it into my reality.
That same evening, I attended a sound healing with Mai-Anh and Catalina, two powerful women I’d connected with recently. The sound journey was hosted in the upstairs studio room above a juice shop, with white walls, twinkling lights, and full-length windows that allowed us to see the trees outside, branches waving in the wind. Natasha had met me there and was at my side during the experience. Catalina opened the experience by reading a poem to us from her book “A Call to Awaken”. We were laying on full length cushions with pillow for our heads and lumbar area, blankets to put over us, and eye masks to cover our eyes. At the beginning of the session, Catalina gave us drops of her custom oil blend “Surrender” to place on our pelvic cradles. While Mai-Anh was playing the singing bowls, Catalina went by each of the 12 participants and performed a micro energy session on them.
When it was my turn, Catalina silently placed oil on my ears and shoulders, and I felt a warm rush—like something ancient being activated. Her placement was intentional: near my throat chakra and at the top of my lungs, places tied to voice, breath, and truth. My gifts of communication were being gently awakened. As she performed the energy session, I slipped into a vision. I found myself standing before a great, ancient oak tree. Drawn to its hollow trunk, I stepped inside. It was vast, like a womb, but I felt strangely alone—isolated from others. When I emerged, I saw a circle of women around a fire. They called to me. I joined them. With this step into the fire circle, I felt my energy shift, and I felt Catalina move away to work on the next person.
This vision was more than imagination. It was a message. The tree was a symbol of my solitary wisdom, my grounding. But the fire—the fire was community, transformation, shared energy. Spirit was showing me: I’m no longer meant to walk this path alone. I am being invited into leadership within the collective. A priestess of the fire, not just the forest.
I drifted off into a state of complete relaxation physically while my mind wandered mentally. As the sound journey continued, another vision came. Two concentric circles of women sat facing each other—one representing the physical body, the other the energetic body. Each pair held a question related to a chakra and an affirmation to anchor the energy. I watched myself guiding the group, leading a heart meditation from the center. It was vivid, detailed—less a dream and more a transmission.
I knew immediately this was more than a vision. It was a blueprint—a workshop, a ritual, a ceremony waiting to be birthed.
At some point towards the end, my energy shifted again. My right foot felt heavy, tethered to the earth. I sensed an ancestral presence and received a message: “Your grandfather’s mother’s line.” My Celtic heritage. There is healing to do there—wisdom to uncover. I made a note to explore it further. As the session closed, I felt tingling from crown to root—like energy aligning through my spine.
I ended the night by pulling oracle and tarot cards. The same card has appeared three times this past week in readings: Leap. Over and over. Take the leap. You’re ready.
I also pulled Anna, Grandmother of Jesus, a card of sacred lineage and divine matriarchal guidance. I was being reminded that I don’t walk this path alone—my ancestors, spirit guides, and soul family walk with me.
In a collective reading that I was drawn to watch online, the channeler drew The Pearl—wisdom born of friction, pressure, and transformation. The Water Carrier, reminding me I am a vessel of healing. The Cosmic Ocean, affirming I am supported by a greater flow.
I also pulled three tarot cards that evening.
- The Star appeared in the past position—symbolizing my recent spiritual healing and reconnection to divine hope.
- Queen of Wands Reversed reflected my current state: holding back, dimming my magic out of fear or conditioning.
- Queen of Pentacles stood tall in my future: the vision of a grounded, nurturing, sovereign woman building a legacy from her gifts.
Now, I sit with this sacred knowing: I have been entrusted with a vision. The retreat space I glimpsed in Prospect Park is real—and it’s waiting. The painting I purchased now hangs in my sacred space, a daily reminder that the dream has already rooted itself in this world. The chakra circle is forming, if only in the ethers for now, and I trust that the women it is meant to serve will find their way to me.
This journey reminded me that healing isn’t always soft. Sometimes it’s a fire. Sometimes it’s a leap. Sometimes it’s a vision so clear it takes your breath away.
And sometimes, it’s the quiet knowing: You are ready. You have always been ready.
