Raven Song Healing & Consulting

12/11/2025

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11/25/2025

It's a nervous system that no longer remembers what safety feels like

11/15/2025

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There is a stubbornness to it.

The beauty of the world even now, even soaked in the sound of despair.

Still the magpie holds onto its midnight blue sheen and its velvet dark wings.

And try as we might, there is nothing cliché about noticing the magic of birdsong.

Even in grief, the winter sun finds every blade of glass eventually, the result a diamond-like rhapsody.

The august stag still visits the frosty, hushed forest and this will continue till the day his body gives itself back to where he was born.

It is a reminder that so much of what withers and dies was once a sublime beauty.

That though it may seem obscene, it is necessary to witness all of it, the beauty and the terror.

To remember even in despair, how to be alive.

~ Nikita Gill

Art by Amanda Clark
earthangelsarts

11/13/2025

You have been a warrior,
You fought the battle well,
But now the fight is over,
In peace, you must try and dwell.

You stood up, and you showed up,
You gave it all your best,
But now it's time to step back,
Stand down and take a rest.

Although life has been a struggle,
You always kept an open heart,
hoping for the best outcome,
Knowing that you played your part.

You deserve deep admiration,
For surviving your worst days,
For keeping faith and hope alive,
In so many different ways .

And here, in this precious moment,
You can reflect, with strength and pride,
And see just how far you've come,
And who was by your side ...

🖋️C.E Coombes
🎨 Scarlett Butter

Serendipity Corner ✨

11/02/2025

“Wings of the Ancestors”

She carries the weight of the sun on her shoulders,
the glow of the moon on her back
her wings, vast as the prairie sky,
painted with the songs of those who came before.

Each feather hums with memory,
each color whispers a name
the echo of drums,
the prayer of rivers,
the breath of buffalo across open plains.

She walks not alone,
but with the spirits who carved stories into the wind.
They rise with her heartbeat,
they rest in the curve of her shadow.

She is the daughter of fire and dust,
the keeper of languages unspoken yet alive.
And when she spreads her wings,
the earth remembers
and the people live again.

(Art by Serin Alar)

11/02/2025

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"Bare Bones"

11/02/2025

When they say "age is irrelevant" it means that what truly matters is a person's experiences, actions and energy along the way. What did life give you? What did you give to life?



Healing Hearts
Live Love Laugh

11/01/2025

Allow yourself to be joyful as often as possible. ♥️ ~ Nanea