Harmony Acres Holistic Healing

26/04/2025

Elder flowers, blue pea flowers pineapple, ginger n honey 🧚💜delightful

10/04/2025

how to be resurrected

walk barefoot at least once a day
move like an animal
whisper to trees
belly to earth stillness
crawl like a worm
dream deep among whales
turn your face towards the sun.
think like a sunflower.
surrender like the moon.
periodically erase yourself.
let nature crawl into you.
replace your middle name with hers.
remember: i am
the path between earth and sky.

~ Stasha Ginsburg
The Wild Matryoshka

Art by Ruth Evans Art
www.ruthevansart.com

09/04/2025

Being a horsewoman
I shall wear my turquoise cooper and crystals
And a straw hat that doesn’t really suit me but I dont care …
I ride in a dress because why not …
I spend all my money on
Hay and carrots,
I sit in the morning misty fields
And listen to my horses breathe.
I sneak out in the middle of a summer night
And ride my old pal-amino
Across the moonstruck meadow… with the waggers giving chase 🐾
I walk past the gardens to the barn
I shovel and sweat and wear hay in my hair like a crown
I am grateful
to have horses and dogs as best of friends ..
These friends who waits at midnight hour
With muzzle and nicker and patient eyes …
These are the simple joys of being a horsewoman and living this life in ☮️ with my best friends 🐴💕🐾

Photography by Shawn Hamilton

31/03/2025

We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light.

~ Mary Dunbar 💚

14/01/2025

As I dance with the hoops and loops of these spiraling tides….I dance to freedom and to love💕🎶💃🌕 grateful,
grounding,
Nurture and nourish
🌀 spiraling in the waves
I am you and you are me

14/01/2025

~ Lady Moon

26/12/2024

Trudging through ankle breaking trenches
Mud frozen in divets
To deliver water and hay

Horses, with their frosty muzzles
Steam and heat rising from their warm bodies
Greet me at the gate

It’s electric cold
The kind that burns
But possesses some kind of magic-

There is a whole world that wakes up in a deep freeze
Light dances on ice
The sky a vibrant blue
And your breath, sharp, on intake
A message from the universe
to wake up

Setting hay down is a religious practice
Flakes divided like counting rosary beads,
I take off my gloves so my fingers can feel the soft stems,
Giving the somber ritual the attention it deserves

This pasture, with each little flitting bird in a branch
Deer, and horse my cathedral

Their steaming breath a prayer rising up to the heavens

Invoking peace
And presence
And all the lessons a horse has to teach a human

Photo by Terra Bortels
Written by Amy Skinner (all posts are written by me unless otherwise credited )

12/11/2024

Bucket list hike Jeff Andrews wanna go ?

12/11/2024

A GENTLE REMINDER: I am "Me." In all the universe, there is no other quite like me. What flows from me—every word, thought, and feeling—is utterly mine, shaped by my choices, sculpted by my will. I own all of it: my body, my voice, my actions, every feeling I hold close or cast wide—whether it touches another or brushes against my own heart.

I am the keeper of my dreams, my fantasies, my quiet hopes, and even my fears. I claim my triumphs, stumbles, the bruises of failure, and the glowing embers of success all as mine. And because I own all of myself, I am free to know myself deeply, see myself fully, and love and embrace each part of who I am.

There are mysteries in me, pieces I don’t yet understand. And yet, with kindness and patience, I can walk into those unknowns, brave and curious, searching for answers, insights, and the uncharted corners of my being.

Whatever I look like, sound like, feel, think, say, or do at any given moment is real, a true expression of *me.* If, in time, some of these expressions no longer fit who I am becoming, I can let them go. I can discard what no longer serves me, carry forward what still resonates, and create anew. I am my own creator, architect, and work of art.

I have everything I need: the tools to survive, to connect, to create meaning, and to find harmony in the world around me. I am my own foundation, and I can shape myself from that foundation.

I am "me", and I am enough.

Katie Kamara

Peace love and harmony

23/10/2024

20/06/2024

THE MAGIC OF BRAIDING SWEETGRASS

Braiding sweetgrass. It was my first attempt after many years of growing this beauty and now having enough to harvest. Lots of special instructions on the number of grass, braid, etc. Lots of sacred numbers.

Three sections of seven strands. The first represents the seven generations walking behind us. The second represents the seven sacred teachings: Love, Respect, Honesty, Courage, Wisdom, Truth, and Humility. The third represents the seven generations to come.

We are all connected to everyone, and everything, past, present, and future. All things are interwoven.

In the process of it, it reminded me of when I was working on my prayer ties for vision quest. You pause. You feel. You continue. And you pause again to feel more. To listen.

Very meditative. I got absorbed in the sweet smell. Weaving the braid like we weave prayers together.

It is not perfect. I have many more to do. I guess perfection is such a false illusion when we can get such joy, presence, and love from our work.

The lesson of the braid: What we do to our planet, we do to ourselves, what has been done to our ancestors has been done to us, and what we do here in the present affects our descendants in the generations to follow.

Maybe when my hair and beard will be all gray, I will do delightful smooth braids. Maybe I will be able to teach someone about it.

I won't wash my hands this evening.
The smell is just so divine.

✨️💚✨️

Angell Deer

Years ago I had planted sweet grass down at a neighbours pond and these teachings are strongly felt as I build my relationship with this wonderful plants energy. Summer solstice and full moon energy coming in strong …. Time to play in the forests and sending you all the biggest pew pews 💜💕💜🌳🐴💃🌈🧚‍♀️🐝🙏🎶🦶🌱🐾🍄