Laurel Glenn Wellness

07/30/2025

FYI

BREAKING: And I mean wow this is huge by Earthquake standards. The quake was prelim. an 8.0 but upgraded now to a massive 8.8 magnitude. This struck minutes ago off the east coast of the Kamchatka Peninsula, Russia. This was a pretty shallow quake with depth of 19km (only 11 miles down). Tsunami Alerts are now active for all of Hawaii and the Alaskan Islands. A quake of this extreme intensity and shallowness can often, but not always pose major tsunami risks. Tsunami alerts are expanding immediately around the Pacific Rim. TSUNAMI WAVES exceeding 3 meters (10 feet) above normal tide levels are now possible along portions of the northwestern Hawaiian Islands and coastal areas of Russia. This is the strongest earthquake on Earth since the M9.1 in Tohoku, Japan on March 11, 2011. This is a significant global event now. If the magnitude holds, it would rank top 10 globally since 1900. Also for those of you in the Mid-south of the USA, no there is no risk or connection to this triggering or impacting the New Madrid Fault Zone.

posted: 8:30PM EDT / 5:30PM PDT 7/29/2025

07/23/2025

She Walks with the Owl

She walks where the pines whisper,
her feet silent upon the stories of the Earth.
The owl upon her shoulder sees
what eyes forget—what hearts remember.

Her dress is woven from stars and soil,
marked with the blood-red memory of her people.
Every thread sings a name,
every symbol is a prayer.

She carries no weapon but wisdom,
no armor but grace.
Guided by the breath of her ancestors,
and the moonlight stitched into her steps.

She is not alone.
The owl watches.
The forest listens.
And the old ones walk beside her still.

~ Serin Alar.

07/19/2025

On July 20, the Moon will eclipse the Pleiades in a breathtaking cosmic ballet watch the stars disappear, one by one, in a celestial show steeped in myth and wonder

Mark your calendars for the morning of July 20, when skywatchers in the U.S. and Canada will witness a rare and magical event: the Moon will glide directly in front of the Pleiades star cluster, momentarily hiding its stars in what’s known as a lunar occultation. As the waning crescent Moon ascends above the eastern horizon before dawn, bright stars like Alcyone, Maia, and Electra will seem to blink out of existence—vanishing one after another as the Moon slowly passes over them. It’s a slow-motion eclipse of starlight, and one you won’t want to miss.

The Pleiades, also known as the Seven Sisters, are a tight group of young, blue-hot stars about 445 light-years away in the constellation Ta**us. They’ve captivated human imagination for millennia. In Greek mythology, they were the daughters of Atlas; in Japanese tradition, they’re known as Subaru, which means “to unite.” From navigation to storytelling, these stars have long served as a guiding light across cultures and continents.

While lunar occultations of the Pleiades do occur periodically, they’re only visible from certain parts of Earth and this time, North America gets the front-row seat. You won’t need a telescope to enjoy the show, just a clear view of the eastern horizon in the early morning hours. Events like this remind us of the quiet poetry of the universe and the celestial rhythms that continue above, whether we’re watching or not. Don’t sleep on it this fleeting moment will disappear as quickly as the stars themselves, but its memory will stay with you forever.

While lunar occultations of the Pleiades do occur periodically, they’re only visible from certain parts of Earth and this time, North America gets the front-row seat. You won’t need a telescope to enjoy the show, just a clear view of the eastern horizon in the early morning hours. Events like this remind us of the quiet poetry of the universe and the celestial rhythms that continue above, whether we’re watching or not. Don’t sleep on it—this fleeting moment will disappear as quickly as the stars themselves, but its memory will stay with you forever.

07/14/2025

Such a loss!

07/10/2025

The Spirit Horse of the Wind and Blood
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They say in the old days, when the land still spoke and the rivers still sang, there was a horse born not of flesh, but of fire, wind, and spirit. His name was Wíyakawaste, “Good Feather in the Storm,” and he was carved from the breath of the Great Spirit to carry messages between worlds — the living and the beyond.

No bridle ever touched his face. No saddle ever marked his back. He ran free with the thundering hooves of the ancestors, and when he galloped, the earth listened.

Painted across his body were sacred marks —
🔴 A red handprint from the Warrior’s Promise,
🔵 Blue waves of the Water Spirits,
🌪️ And swirling hair like the dancing winds of the plains.

His left eye held the shape of the sun, and his right bore the shadow of the moon — for he had seen both day and night in the hearts of men.

One day, the People were torn — warriors from the north and south clashed, and the land cried from the wounds of war. Crops failed. Children starved. Songs were forgotten.

In the middle of the storm, Wíyakawaste appeared — mane whipping like flames, hooves touching neither ground nor air, but something older. He stood between the two rival camps and released a breath that echoed like thunder.

Then, he bowed his head — and with it, visions filled the skies.

The warriors saw their grandfathers walking beside them in sorrow. They saw the children yet to come, crying for water and peace. They saw the earth cracking open, not from enemies, but from neglect.

And in the silence that followed, Wíyakawaste turned — leaving behind a trail of feathers, handprints, and the faint sound of drums in the wind.

From that moment, the People laid down their weapons. They planted instead of burned. They sang instead of shouted. They taught their children the story of the Spirit Horse — the one who carried the memory of pain and the hope of healing.

The Elders now say:

“When you feel lost, listen to the wind. If it carries the sound of hooves and feathers, the Spirit Horse is near — reminding you that true power lies not in war, but in remembrance, unity, and reverence for all that walks, crawls, swims, or flies.”

07/06/2025

“She Walks in Sun and Fire”

She walks in sun and firelight,
A spirit born from earth and sky—
With feathers braided, firm and free,
She carries stories silently.

Her robe is stitched with daisy threads,
With monarch wings and autumn reds.
Each bloom a prayer, each color bold,
Each step a memory softly told.

She does not shout to prove her might,
Her strength is carved in silent fight.
She tends the land, she guards the flame,
She bears her people’s sacred name.

Butterflies dance around her path,
As if they know the strength she hath.
They whisper songs through shifting air,
Of love, of roots, of warrior care.

She stands—a mountain crowned with grace,
The sun behind her fierce embrace.
Both soft and strong, both flame and flower,
She walks within her healing power.