Energy, Connections and the Season of Giving

Happy November, Friends!

Well, the weather is changing, changing back and then changing again here in the northeastern U.S. One day it’s 70 degrees and the next, 45. It’s strange but here in New England, we have a saying that “if you don’t like the weather, wait a minute.” 🤪

I know that the weather isn’t the only thing changing in many of our lives right now. Another thing that is affecting me, and probably you also, are rising fuel costs. Energy is becoming expensive and so I am conserving in any way I can.

Something I’ve done in response to that is to take another job as a server in a local tavern. Me…A 56-year-old introvert with a background in Biotech and a wicked awesome (New England slang) animal communication business, waiting tables! I haven’t done this since 1989…what the heck?! I waffled on it for a while, knowing that where attention goes, energy flows, but felt guided to try it for a few nights a week, and guess what, I love it.

Why am I telling you this? Because a few nights ago I had an experience that made me realize why I am there - and it’s not about the money.

I spend much of my time with my dogs and do most of my work for people and animals, remotely. It’s easy to manage my energy, respond instead of react and interact with people when I want to. My boundaries are set and I shine my light in a very controlled setting.

But last week, at the tavern, it was very busy. I work with an amazing group of people and we were all running. I had one table with two men just chatting over beers and I stopped to talk with them for a few minutes in the midst of the fray. They asked what I do and I told them that I am a shaman. It just came out. Yes, you and I know it’s true, but you try saying that out loud to two complete strangers and see what happens 🤭.
Well, they both stared at first but continued to ask questions, making a few jokes but also showing real interest. I understood that their jokes meant they were nervous, not understanding but wanting more information. Of course, I was working and so only gave them a little time but when they left, they both shook my hand and said they enjoyed my calm and confident energy.

That stuck with me. They may not have understood what I do but they felt the peace that I call in every day to surround me, and that felt so good. I was making a difference and expanding the consciousness of others by declaring who I am and accepting their responses in a peaceful way with no judgement. Believe me, I thanked my guides for being front and center for that interaction because my thinking mind has the habit of undermining my confidence.

Then last night, I served a woman who I worked with when I was a scientist in biotech. She was surprised to see me and said “this isn’t science.”
I replied, “no, that’s why I’m here.”
It was another “heart in the throat” moment, but as I walked away I thought to myself, I am here because I choose to be. I am here because being around these people make me happy.

My point is that it doesn’t matter what we do in the world or what people think of us, it matters how we show up. And that is affected deeply by our personal spiritual practice. As I write this, I know that this is a message that has been shared for millennia, but here it is again.

I am continuing to expand The Heart Connection (check out my gift box readings below) because I love nothing more than connecting people to their animals and guides. The joy I feel is similar to finishing a sled dog race and getting a face washing from my happy dogs. It’s kind of indescribable. But I will start to expand this work into my surrounding community, connecting with people and animals face to face, and it looks like some of those people I will meet by serving them a meal.
I like that 🥰

And to offer some help with your spiritual practice, I want to talk a little about Oracle cards because they help me so much with mine.

If we look carefully, they are physically only paper with pictures printed on them.

But actually, they are so much more than that. Oracle cards are created with the intention of the artist to channel messages from Spirit and they are so valuable as a way to allow ourselves to hear what our unseen helping spirits want us to know. They help us to hear and often confirm what our intuition is already telling us and the best part is that they are safe, and FUN!

I’ve just discovered this Spirit of the Animals Oracle deck by Jody Bergsma. (this is the oracle deck in the gift box)

I’ve been looking for just the right animal oracle deck to support my readings, and this is it!
It’s not only beautiful, it holds so much wisdom and just for you, I have chosen three cards with the intention that the card you choose will be exactly for you.
So here is what to do…

• Take a moment to quiet your mind.

• Ask your higher power to help you to pick a card, that will offer guidance that you need right now in your life.

• Notice which card attracts your attention, say thank you – and, read on! The cards are revealed at the end.

So as the energy of the cold moves in and the business of persevering through some challenging weather begins, it’s always a little unnerving to leave the comfort of our safe, protected spaces and set out into the world to interact, but when we do, that is when we can really make a difference.

Be brave, ok?

Conserve and replenish your energy when you need to but share it when you can. Trust yourself and your guides. Help and guidance is available and all you need to do – is ask. Just like you did at the beginning of this letter.

I’m right here doing it with you. Thank you for being here with me.🙏

Here is the message Spirit is sharing with you today. I encourage you to think on the message of the card you chose. Be encouraged and know you are supported and deeply loved.

Are you looking for Holiday gift Ideas for your animal loving, spiritually minded loved one?
Give the gift of Connection
From now until December 10th, I am offering animal communication and shamanic message session gift packages.

Every package includes a personalized note crafted by you, prepaid gift certificate for a video reading of your choice that will never expire, and a carefully chosen, beautiful new Spirit of the Animals Oracle Deck – all giftwrapped in a beautiful box and ready to gift.

– This is a gift that will never be forgotten

Shipped to you, or to your loved one, in time for Christmas. Priority mail shipping in the United States, is included in the price

Go to Your Guides, not Google! 💖😉

Happy October Everyone! It's absolutely beautiful here in New Hampshire right now. The maples are peaking in color and the air is crisp and clear. This is hands down my favorite time of year. I mean, look at this brilliance!

October in New Hampshire

I knew I was waiting to write this month’s newsletter for a reason and yesterday it became very clear why.

For the last month, I’ve been teaching a shamanic animal communication workshop and have shared time with some very beautiful people. The experience has been nothing less than amazingly inspiring. Everyone was successful in not only connecting to their own pets who are here, but to animals in spirit, personal guides and even the consciousness of a species. The group dynamic was the perfect way to receive confirmation for what they were able to pick up on and build trust in their new way of seeing.

But in addition to teaching, I have also learned.

In the last session, we explored connecting with animals in spirit. As I prepared for us to communicate both telepathically and in a shamanic journey, with a dog that passed away 35 years ago, I wondered how to answer the question:

How we can connect with an animal that passed on so long ago?

I had suspicions, I had heard other’s talk about it, read what others believe…but I realized that what I really know about these things has been taught to me by the animals themselves and my guides. And so, I did exactly what I am teaching others to do.I skipped the google search and journeyed to find a teacher who would give us the understanding we need and here is what I learned.

The Expansion of a Soul’s Consciousness over Time

I was shown a whirlpool shape that was called a Vortex. It represented the consciousness of a soul over time.

Our souls grow from the narrow part of the swirling cone, each point representing a specific time.
As time passes, the “knowing” of the soul expands with memories, experiences and wisdom from lessons learned and when a soul steps out of a body, it does not leave the memories of it behind, but instead, they become a part of the whole even though the next body may not easily remember where the soul has learned.

This is why we can go back to a point in time and contact the soul of an animal or person as we did this week.

We spoke with Taffy, who is here in this fuzzy photo from 1979. Her soul remembered that experience and spoke from the place of who she was in that life

So YES! We can contact that soul in many places along the vortex but then, a teaching was also given to me about this practice.

We are encouraged to look back in time, to animals (or ancestors) in spirit for healing and to the present for enlightenment and understanding. This is healthy and sometimes needed as we try to process all that has and is happening in our lives. This practice expands our perception and understanding of reality.

However, it is best not to look forward. This is because the future depends on what choices are made by each being…there are many possibilities and free will is an important part of our learning. Looking forward breeds fear and no fear is necessary.
Live in the now as much as possible and be comforted by the fact that a soul’s existence does not end.

This is a simple way to understand a more complex reality but it is all we need to know in answer to the question.
It is a perfect example of what happens when we set an intention to ask a very specific question which results in the question being answered in exactly the right way for us right now.

I think my students will agree that the take-a-way from this month is that so much more is possible and real than that which we can see.

We hear all the time that we can change our realities.
That feels so confusing, even to me, and so I suggest that by learning to "see" reality in new ways... with meditation, telepathy or shamanic journeying...it’s not that you are changing reality per say, but that you are “seeing” more of what is really there and THAT then opens your mind to opportunities and understanding that you were not able to acknowledge before.

Once again, animals are teaching us all every day. By learning to communicate with them, we are ultimately learning about ourselves. Something I am grateful for on a daily basis.

I wish you all a beautiful fall and hope you will consider joining me in my next round of workshops which will be held Tuesday evenings and Sunday mornings, starting on November 1st.
Thank you all for being a part of my world💖

Christine

““Thank you so much for this lovely chance to learn more about animal communication, shamanic journeying and ultimately ourselves. I have done quite a few courses over the years and truly this has been the most profound.

I really feel like this has given me a chance to really appreciate and trust my ability to listen.
Thanks again for everything. I loved it!!””

— A Recent Animal Communication Workshop Participant

It’s not personal…wait, what?🧐 Of course it is.

Hello Friends,

This month I am again sharing a personal story and communication with my dog Dory about the ending of a relationship, how she sees the situation and who she would like to live with. It was a tough one for me but as always, animals bring healing to exactly the places we need it most.

It’s not personal.

My best friend for decades and partner for the last 12 years, Kip, used to say this to me all the time when I would come home from my biotech job and call him in tears, almost every day.

“It’s just business, Christine, that’s just how some businesses work and it’s not personal,” he would chide. But to me it was. I was a person and it was about me.

It. Was. Personal.

April 2012
“We are letting you go as of today,” the meek HR woman had said all those years ago. My boss sat quietly beside her, not looking at me.
“Why?” I asked.
“You don’t really want to know that do you?” she said almost fearfully.
I felt sick and thought I might pass out. I just stared back at her. Earlier in the week I had reached a breaking point and confronted my boss, asking point blank why he always ignored me when asking each scientist for ideas at our team meetings. “I feel bitch slapped when you pass over me again and again,” I had said.

That must be why.
Bitch-slapped. Kip told me later that I shouldn’t have used that word.
"It's so unfair how you were treated. Unfortunately, women can’t get away with the kind of talk men can," he soothed.
“No shit sherlock,” was my angry reply.

It was definitely personal. I was wrecked. Kip closed down his boat shop on Cape Cod and moved in to help me survive what proved to be hands down, the hardest two years of my life. Kip helped me, and my sled dogs did as well; the most important of them being Dory.

Dory was born by c-section, just five months before that self-worth smashing event, and the moment she was placed in my arms, I knew we were important to each other. She grew into a troublesome yearling, causing me to focus more on her wily ways than my difficult circumstances and then as I grew more confident, so did she. Or, was it the other way around?, Yes, I think that is more true because Dory matured into the most trustworthy companion and lead sled dog I have ever known.

She has led 250 mile races, 120 mile and winning 30 mile races.She has confidently navigated deep snow, long distances, biting cold and has even run the whole show as I barely clung on to the sled when I had cancer. She made living possible again and, as good sled dogs do, kept me focused forward in life instead of stagnantly staring at the trail behind, wishing things were different. What it Takes to Survive

And in return, the only thing she ever asked of me was to be treated a bit differently. She wanted to be a partner and so that is what she has become.

She rides in the cab of the truck, instead of a dog box, lives in the house instead of the kennel and rarely, very rarely needs a leash. She is respected and loved by all people and dogs in our family even though she has never shown aggressive dominance toward any.

Dory simply Is.

Dory has not, however, only been important to me. She has also stood beside and cared for Kip. When she retired from the dog team in 2020, she transitioned slowly from my side to his. Now Dory sleeps on his bed and demands to ride in the truck with him when he goes anywhere; the store, the dump (where there are cookies!) and evening rides to listen to the red sox in peace.

In peace. You caught that did you? Well done.

Yes, Kip and I have found ourselves in a stagnant place. We are both can-do people and when there is a challenge to undertake, we put our heads down and get it done. People in need? We are there. “It’s just what we do,” Kip always said. But while we are excellent caretakers of others, we have not cared for ourselves as individuals well at all, and so, we are separating and he wants Dory to go with him.

“Maybe you could talk to her and see what she thinks about living with me,” he asked a few weeks ago. I put it off.
“You need to make sure you have a place for her,” I advised, as if he didn’t know this.
“I’ll trade you the patio furniture for a reading with Dory,” he said and I finally laughed out loud.

I still put it off for another week because deep down, I knew she was meant to go but when she finally told me what she thought, it was so profound that it healed something in both Kip and me. She talked about her purpose with me and with him. How she helps and teaches us in different ways and that she supports our quest to overcome stagnation in our lives.

Her time with me, helping me to heal, to regain my confidence and find huge moments of joy in the wildest of places, is done. She says I now know how to find those drops of joy on my own. Now she looks forward to slowing down with the “do”-er, helping him to enjoy the peace of nature and just being Kip.

There were tears, and hugs, and more tears and more hugs between Kip and I after the session. Just the peace of knowing what Dory had to say has changed the dynamic of our separation in a huge way.

We are both so grateful to Dory and want to share this with you because life IS so personal that it is important to sometimes see outside of our bubble of perception and see that we are supported even in our hard times, even by our animals…especially by our animals🌹.

If you would like to watch the video of the session I did with Dory for Kip (and me), click the video link above. You can also find other sessions with clients on my YouTube channel HERE.
The goal of this new venture is to show as many people as possible, what unseen connections are possible with animals. Please like, subscribe and share to spread the word if it is meaningful to you. And if you have had a session with me and would like to share all, or part of it with the world, let me know and I’ll make it happen. Together we can show the world what is possible and that our connection to our pets is more than some can even imagine.

Our connections are deeply personal.
Thank you all for being a part of my world.

If you would like to explore the deeper connection you have with your animal, book a session with me and we will find out what they have to share.

Seeing the Unseen - Following Diego's Lead

“Normalcy is the Enemy of Giftedness” ~ Dr. Clarissa Pinkola Estes
 

The question of the day is, how can we see the "unseen".

The unseen thoughts of an animal, the unseen message of a Loon's call or the unseen promise of hope from nature. It does take practice but it's not as hard as you might think. 

I have learned that the natural world is a doorway to understanding the unseen. Nature nurtures those instinctive and intuitive parts of ourselves. Parts that have been looted, plundered and shoved down by a culture that values money and power more than authenticity and connection.

Simply to gaze out over an evening landscape is a soul feeding experience that takes us from a thinking state to a feeling one and it is this feeling state that connects us to a deeper knowing.

I have experienced this plunder and pushing down of spirit from time to time in my life, sometimes to the point of feeling like there is no spark of wildness left in me. But I have always returned to knowing that my story is important and the way I tell it is for me to choose. 

But it is the stories told to me by the trees, the land and animals that have demonstrated just how different and powerfully wild I am. Wild because I only needed to be silent to feel their presence, to hear their messages. 
 

These kinds of stories are Nature's Medicine
What stories are you telling yourself? 
Have you seen your Wild nature lately? 

Spring brings the promise of new growth and new perspective, possibly even a new story that feels truer than the one we live now. 
 
My dog, Diego, and I offer this medicine story of our walk into wild spring together. If you are feeling slashed at the knees or plundered by the weight of judgement or loss, walk with us will you? 

It’s time for us all to see through new eyes.

Brave Diego

Diego and I walk together on an old logging road near my northern New Hampshire farm. The day is hot, and the wind is gentle. I watch as he sniffs the coyote scat, dense with hare fur, and carefully pooped out in the middle of the trail. A note to anyone passing that this territory is taken. Diego gives it a push with his nose, decides that the coyote’s claim to space isn’t worth challenging, turns, and tears up the road toward some unseen delight.
Diego is one of those dogs who is wary of everything. You know the type, careful when entering a room, jumping at noises he has heard a million times, and always looking to me for courage around people he doesn’t know. I nicknamed him Brave Diego in hopes that the brave part would sink in. He has just turned seven. In man-made spaces, he is still shy but not in the woods. Among the wild things, he comes alive.
            Suddenly he slows, ears twitching toward a slight rustle in the leaves beside him. I would have missed it. Lifting his nose to the left, he strides ahead. Not stopping, just noticing… something. I stop and sniff. Mingled with the peaty smell of the damp hot woods, I get a whiff of skunk, just a hint.  
            Last fall, loggers came into these woods. They viciously slashed the delicate black trunks of the swamp birch that reached out of their dense groves to droop over the road and lay in sunlight blanketing the trail.  It made me sick to watch shark-toothed machines, hacking and grinding them off at the knees. Now, a year later, I ask myself, what would Diego see? I know that he wouldn’t remember the slashed young trees. He would only see the new leaves that have sprouted out all along the delicate black bark below their ragged knees. Up is not an option for them anymore, but these trees have a survival instinct that I didn’t understand until now. Up is not the only way.  
            The breathy wind hits my cheek, and I look for my dog, but he is not in sight. I move ahead. The road winds through the newly harvested woods and then up a small hill. The loggers had their way with this hill leaving branches in jumbled heaps. Tall trees with rotten centers, discovered after they were felled, lie in graves of new raspberry brambles. But then, as I blur my eyes and shift my perception, my vision sharpens. 
            Instead of a hillside victim of mass destruction, I see a statuesque oak, a deity among the slash. She is mother to the new saplings pushing their delicate bodies from the churned earth. 
            Instead of the absence of cool shade under mature maples, I see green tangles of dancing brambles, thriving on communal living and reaching for the sun with their necklaces of berries displayed for the bears. 
            And, instead of an abandoned and rutted skidder road, crashing through the mayhem, I see a well-traveled trail. It’s pockmarked with deep curving hoof prints bigger than my hand. Moose, who have suffered in my woods from pressure on their habitat, are finally back; returned to browse the new growth. 
            I wonder if Diego will find a moose today. I call his name. He pops out of the brush behind me and trots over to resume the lead. I hope so and follow, because I see much more through his eyes. 

SOMETHING NEW!

Shamanic Journeying is a way to connect to unseen Spirits of love and light. This practice has greatly enhanced my ability to not only hear from animals but to trust what I hear. This is why I'm excited to introduce Claudine Records, a shamanic practitioner who is now offering a personalized course in Shamanic Journeying.

This six week, intensive mentored course will be held weekly, starting on Monday, June 13th and will give you a foundation in shamanic journeying. You will be guided step by step in how to journey, and meet your personal spirit guides and teachers.
If the idea of diving deep into shamanic journeying lights you up, find out more about this course HERE

If you have questions for your pet, would like a tarot reading or are in need of personal guidance from Spirit, book a session with me here

ALSO COMING SOON

I will be offering short, guided group workshops to help you to start to learn to deeply trust your intuition and hear from your own animals and Nature. More info will be coming in a few weeks time.
Remember, it is not hard, it just takes practice, trust in your wild intuitive wisdom and the willingness to embrace your giftedness.

I wish you all a springtime of new growth, deeper sight and full hearts.
In Love and Light,
Christine

Embracing the Beauty of being Wild - Wisdom from a Wolf Hybrid

Hello Friends,

Many of you know I have sled dogs but maybe you are not aware that two of my first dogs, as an adult, were wolf hybrids. Kili and Sequoia. They are special animals, more companion than pet and I learned lessons from them that no other kind of canine companion could have taught.

And so, I had been hoping to get the chance to speak with Shonee, the female wolf hybrid companion of a pretty amazing friend. Happily, in February, the opportunity finally came.

It was during the shamanic part of the session when Shonee’s spiritual self, shared this experience and wisdom with us about wolves and how if we can live truthfully, as they do, we can find balance and healing for ourselves and the earth.

Shonee's person and I offer this to you now and hope her words touch you deeply also.

Shonee

I transitioned to the Otherworld and was met by Shonee. She embodied Wolf Spirit. I saw shining yellow eyes, gray fur and was suddenly clad in gray wolf fur of my own as she welcomed me into the pack.

Then we ran…oh how we ran! Fearlessly thundering through the dark woods with both purpose and wild abandon. It was thrilling. I could feel other bodies beside my own matching me stride for stride, breathing lightly, pounding down the trail and heady with the exhilaration of the run.

This is what Wild feels like, Shonee shouted into the wind as we ran.
Embrace the Wild!

The pack ran to the edge of a cliff and we stopped short - howling with urgency, unbridled passion and our howls blended with wind.

Wolf energy is the energy of the Wind, Shonee called… and wind, is Wild.

Wolves are independent, confident, capable, family oriented and loyal, she went on.
We are often seen by humans as either reckless and fearless hunters, or wise spirit animals. We are neither, and we are both,” she declared.

We embody Wild.
Balanced - Unemotional - Wild.

Know also that there is another side of Wild.
A warm, safe playful den of Wild, where no hunting is done.

Balance is everywhere, especially in Wild.

The world needs to save my species. If humans take the time to learn from us…and see the beauty of being Wild, they will find balance. They will heal themselves and the earth.

To be Wild is to be honest about who we are.
To be Wild is to be connected to Mother Earth and all that is upon Her.
To be Wild is to truly live.

As I faded from this place of Wild beside Shonee, I lifted my arms, closed my eyes and felt the wind.

I felt the Wild.

Arctic Wind - Brandenburg Photography

Victra's Gift - What my dog’s chronic illness taught me.

Choosing Ease

November 2021

Victra is an almost four-year-old husky pointer cross, born to my lead sled dog, Dory, in 2018. She was a spitfire of a puppy with sleek brown and white markings on lusciously soft black fur. She is curious, bold and always the first of her 4 siblings to do anything, including running in front of a 6-dog team with her mom at the tender age of 6 months.  I had high hopes for her as a sled dog. She was a lithe 50lbs, fast and strong and so when she stopped eating well at 18 months old, I was heartbroken and made it my mission to figure out what was wrong. She would eat her kibble one day and then refuse it the next and for days after. I started to mix in fresh beef, chicken, fish, eggs and anything else I could tempt her with. She would always dive into the new food but then, always huddle in a corner shivering for hours afterwards. It was the shivering that clued me in that everything I was offering her was causing her pain. I wasn’t going to be able to fix this on my own and so, off to the vet we went for what turned out to be two thousand dollars’ worth of tests. I remember waiting in the fancy specialty veterinarian’s lobby while then performed an ultrasound and biopsies of her GI tract

“Well, the good news is that we found something,” said Dr. Diroff, a godsend of a veterinarian.
“Both her stomach and upper intestine are very inflamed which verifies our Irritable Bowel Disease suspicions.” He smiled at me. “It would be much harder when we didn’t find anything because then we wouldn’t know how to treat her,” he explained with confidence.

“I’m glad,” I said and did feel glad and mildly reassured. The treatment was to suppress her immune system with steroids and find a new protein that she had never eaten before.

This was the beginning of a journey with Victra that I would not have chosen but I am grateful for the beautiful connection and lessons she has offered me through it all.  Today she is just four years old but she looks like she is 14. Feeding her is an art form and she is the painter. Will it be rabbit or duck today? Warm or frozen? And, if she chooses one of the 4 prescription kibbles for a meal it’s a true win. I’ve also learned Reiki because of her and although it helps, in her case, it is not going to cure. I’ve realized lately though, that every day with her is a win. We went for a 1 mile walk in the woods this morning because there was a break in our brutal New Hampshire winter cold. She, all bundled up in a hot pink sled dog coat, bound through the snow like she had never seen it before.

“Hey, what are you eating?” I yelled. Vic pulled her head out of a snow hole and pellets of frozen deer poop dropped from her mouth.  She seemed to grin at me and sprinted off down the trail. I laughed because hey, how bad could deer poop be anyway and I couldn’t argue with her joy.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about this whole idea of disease. It is dis – ease. No ease. But what if who she is, is normal and there is ease around it? Is she then healthy because I consider her to be so?  This thought first came to me when I finally plucked up the courage to connect with her telepathically and ask her about it. I talk all the time with client’s animals but it’s hard to talk to my own sometimes. My emotions can cloud my ability to hear the truth but I should have known that Spirit would lead the message and that she was with me for a higher reason.

I opened the door in my mind to Victra and saw her in two forms. Her “sick” form and her oversoul which was huge and healthy. I felt immediately connected but it was her oversoul, her higher self that spoke.

“My purpose is to help you to understand the limitations of the body and the limitlessness of the Universe,” she told me gently. “I am as you imagine me. When you look at me, see the healthy Victra all of the time,” she had advised and I knew what I needed to do.

And so, as I watched her happily romp in the snow with no thought for being weak and no worry for getting hurt, I was proud that I have treated her as whole. She doesn’t know that she is sick and she is living a happy life with no angst or sadness. That is true health. That is true healing. As a wise cat named Traz told me once in a session, physical weakness doesn’t make the soul weak. The soul is still healthy and powerful.

I am so grateful to Victra for embodying this truth. We will celebrate every mouthful and every day we have together. And when her time comes to shed her limited body and pass to limitless spirit, I will celebrate that freedom for her too.

March 2022

Gone

It happened so fast. Her body just failed and ease turned into traumatic disease in the blink of an eye. I was not home but jumped in my truck and drove for eight hours straight to the vet where Kip waited for me and told me it was time. She looked at us with huge eyes and I knew she knew.

I know she is now in that limitless state of spirit that I wrote about in November because I have seen other animals there in my sessions. I know what it looks like, they are met by angels and gently escorted to the light. The release is beautiful, but celebrating is so hard when my heart is broken. I know she is joy and light - but the house is too quiet and grief hangs heavy in the air. This morning, as I lay in bed missing her playful running from room to room, a blue jay stood on my windowsill, looked right at me and cawed. They never do that and I knew she was here which finally made me smile.

I could barely bring myself to connect with her today but when I did, I saw beautiful healthy Victra shining brightly in front of me. There is no disease left, only deep ease. No words were spoken but I felt love so deep in my heart that my chest hurt.

I will miss her for a very long time, maybe forever, but I am deeply grateful for her company and her lesson that we don’t have to, even can’t, fix everything. Sometimes it’s more healing to accept a difficult life - with ease.

If you are wondering why, you and your animal are going through something hard, we can work together to gather their thoughts and ask Spirit to guide you to a higher understanding too.

I wish you all a life of ease with your beloved pets.

In Love and Light,

Christine