Heron Brook Haven

02/02/2026

Yes....this is what we have been working and praying for...don't stop now.....keep drumming

At the end, as at the beginning, stands the archetypal power of the Divine Feminine—the goddess.

She is our future as she was our past.

With her drum in hand, playing her sacramental rhythms, women can once again take their place in the world as technicians of the sacred.

In the pulse of my drum, in the beat of my heart, I erect an alter to her forever.

~ Layne Redmond, “When the Drummers Were Women: A Spiritual History of Rhythm”

Art by Annatina Franaszek

01/31/2026

Some of the most powerful healers work in silence.
Fungi connect forests.
They restore balance.
They support human vitality.
No spotlight. No ego. Just service.
~Fantastic Fungi

01/25/2026

Blessings and Peace
My spiritual leaders do not wear outfits that highlight them, they are as simple as flowers, which are beauty itself without pretending to be so. They do not need any red carpet or pedestal, because their humble step of esparto grass slippers is the path that takes them to all places and all times.
They do not speak softly to seem more important, because their silence is as elevated as the ancestral wisdom that their words contain. They did not learn their songs from a playlist, but from the birds and the wind.
Their dance is neither ethnic nor new age, they learned the dance of the trees and the flame of sacred fires. My spiritual leaders do not have a master's degree in meditation but they know how to take you from the hand to the heart and return you to the home of your spirit.
Many of my spiritual leaders do not know how to read books, but they have not stopped reading the world and they have a botanical encyclopedia that the Dioscorides of the Greeks would have liked. They do not know what the word “reiki” means but with the medicine that their hands bring they are capable of doing miracles wherever they touch.
My spiritual leaders do not need to study Nature because they speak with it every day. Their mothers taught it to them, and their grandmothers taught their mothers. And to all of them, Mother Earth.
They do not seek to show off and buy what is absolutely necessary, because they know that the greatest wealth is fertile land, the Sun and clean water. The greatest abundance lives within your hearts because you are as generous as Mother Earth herself.
They don't say they are teachers, they call themselves "eternal learners," because they never stop vibrating with each experience. They do not seek any goal because they say that living is the greatest of miracles.
They don't want to convince you of the benefits of anything, they only come before being called with a miraculous broth and the magic words: “you will be fine.”
They don't get up at 6 to meditate, they get up at 5 and talk to the roosters, greet Grandpa Sol and wash their faces with the dew of dawn. My leaders are so spiritual that they do not wish to be, because they are the very spirit of the Earth.
~ Ada Luz Marquez

01/21/2026

Overflow! That is where your magic, strength and power are.

01/17/2026

When in a place of doubt, feeling lost or having a difficult time of any sort....give yourself a little smudge and drum.

01/09/2026

The Circle, the Great Wheel of Life, is shifting. So must we.
What is asking to be surrendered to ensure your birth?

01/07/2026

Quote below is from Awakening Woman

Hold great gratitude to those who kept the space open and the wisdom alive. May they know and feel that we remember.

01/01/2026

Send a message to learn more

12/27/2025

~The Prayer That No Longer Asks
Author unknown

She does not fold her hands
to ask for anything.
She folds them
to remember
what has already been given.
Her eyes close
not to escape the world,
but because she has seen enough
to trust what comes next.
Around her,
the air carries quiet patterns
threads of stars,
lines of connection
that were always there
long before she learned their names.
Her breath moves slowly,
as if it has learned
the language of eternity
and no longer needs to hurry.
Every bead at her throat
holds a moment:
birth,
loss,
forgiveness,
days that refused to be easy
and nights that taught her
how to stay.
She is not praying for herself.
She is praying through herself.
For the children still learning
how to listen.
For the land that remembers
every footstep.
For the grief that needed
somewhere gentle to rest.
Her hands are steady
because they have released
the need to control
what was never hers to hold.
Inside her chest,
faith is no longer belief.
It is familiarity.
She understands this final truth:
a life lived with attention
becomes a blessing
without trying.
And as the smoke lifts around her,
the ancestors do not answer.
They simply arrive.

12/24/2025

No matter how you spend these Holy days may the magic of the season find it's way to you somehow. As the long dark and cold settles over the land may you all find the blessings tucked in the simple things.
artwork:Astrid Sheckles

12/21/2025