Peace and Angel Wings

“Peace is where I am.”

This is my mantra today. It isn’t always easy to remember that I can embody the peace that I seek. However, when those moments show up, the ones where harmony and stillness tip everything into sync, I’m reminded that the tapestry of our inner essence is woven from fine threads of precious peace.

I sensed the presence of angels in the garden quite strongly this morning. When I sat down to meditate, I felt wrapped in angel wings, Archangel Michael’s. Silent joy burst open in my heart. Peace permeated everything.

I found myself thinking about finding angels in wild places. The wild Earth, the trees, plant allies and animals all have their own energy, spiritual essence and elemental guardians. Yet on many occasions, I feel the angels in these natural spaces too. These loving celestial forces of light who are guiding and protecting us on our paths. In my mind’s eye I catch a glimpse of Archangel Ariel standing between the trees, Jophiel amongst the flowers, Uriel rising with the sun, Haniel sitting on the moon, Raphael mending broken wings and Gabrielle helping my attune to Nature’s wild whispers and interpret them with my pen.

angels in nature

Today, I received and email from a beautiful woman who I once did a healing session for. She mentioned feeling so connected to the angels and said that white feathers kept finding their way to her. It’s lovely to hear stories like this, especially the bit about feathers because they have a special place in my heart. As I wrote in a previous blog post, I feel that sacred feathers drift into our lives as signs from heaven and symbols of hope. They’ve shown up during the most difficult periods in my life with special messages that helped me carry on. They remind me that all things are mediums of spirit and that even when we don’t always see it, there is a divine interconnection and sacred communication carried out between all things. This is how the truth of our unity and oneness with Life, love and sacredness makes itself known.


A Moment to Breathe

Sometimes when life gets overwhelming, you just need to stop, place you hand on you heart centre and breathe. Breath into your heart-space. Breathe in deeply and come home to yourself. Breathe in the healing of the present moment. Lean into the peace of your wise and wild essence. Breathe in tranquillity, compassion, serenity and goodness. Return to a state of grace.


Also, here is a short meditation (only a few seconds long) to offer a slow and peaceful moment to recalibrate: Click Here to Access A Short Meditation

Only Peace…

All my life what I’ve craved most is peace.

Peace away from the violent conflict of my home life while growing up. Peace away from the bullies who tormented me at school. Peace away from toxic work environments and bosses that I seemed to keep attracting. The peace to breathe. The quietude to hear my own thoughts and to listen to the soft wild whispers of my heart.

It’s little wonder that was so prone to depression in my teens and early twenties. Except for when I was fortunate enough to escape to the wild comfort of Nature, peace seemed hard to come by. I didn’t know how to find it back then. It seemed rare, and fleeting and difficult to find for so long.

Although I still do fall into dark and melancholic depths when my thoughts are locked in negativity and the past, I’ve noticed something in recent months. Peace is finding its way to me more and more. I had to just take a moment to be fully aware of this fact. To notice it and to appreciate it….Peace is finding me in so many beautiful ways. Not just when I am out in Nature, but in simple moments throughout my days. And it doesn’t come when I’m searching, striving and struggling to hold on to it.

If “hope is a thing with feathers” as Emily Dickinson said, then peace is a thing that wraps its soft and delicate presence around me when I release the trying, the needing and the wanting it so much.

There is no searching in sitting by the window to watch the glistening beads of rain drip from the tree leaves. Only peace.

There is no striving when I give myself the space to read poetry or write the words embedded in my soul. Only peace.

There is no trying while brushing my hands through the yarrow, lemon verbena and rose geranium in the mornings, revelling in their fragrant beauty. Only peace.

There is no struggling in lighting tea light candles to fill my home with a warm glow on a gloomy afternoon when the sky is grey and stormy. Only peace.

There is no needing in strolling around the garden under the moonlight, breathing in the cool night air. Only peace.

Of all the lessons and blessings that I’ve uncovered over the last few years since I began more actively unshackling myself of things that don’t serve me and since I’ve devoted myself to a more spiritually inclined authentic path, learning to understand the nature of peace and what it means to me personally has been one of my most cherished lessons.

I am grateful to spend my days leaning into peace with ease, allowing it to find me in each breathe and in the simple ways of daily life.

What does peace mean to you? How do you lean into it?