Brooke Carlson Wild Earth

04/05/2026

Something to reflect upon this Sacred Sunday. ❣️ Keep it wild, kin.

03/31/2026

The only constant in life is change. ~ Heraclitus

Some of you may have noticed Wild Earth Crystals has been quieter lately but, behind the scenes, my own Wild Earth experience has not.

Over the past several months, I’ve felt a clear change in my energy and direction.

For those of you who missed my last update: for now, I’m pausing crystal sourcing and restocks. I still have so many beautiful pieces in the quarry that will be finding their way to new homes over the coming months, but I’m not bringing anything new in.

I’m simplifying.

Spending more time in reflection, in nature, and with my hands back in the physical world.

There’s been a lot moving behind the scenes. I’ve built a new online space for my animal communication work (yes, completed during Mercury retrograde), stepped into a role as a photo editor, started a part-time position at a garden center down the road, and helped my oldest fly the nest and settle into her new home.

As for what’s next, I’m definitely feeling a call back into relationship with the animals and am giving that space to unfold in its own timing.

There are several other seeds stirring with this spring energy and I’ll share more when they feel ready to emerge.

If you feel curious, you’re welcome to take a wander through the new website.

www.BrookeMCarlson.com

Thank you for continuing to be a part of Wild Earth’s evolution.

-Brooke

03/28/2026

I watched, from my eastern window this morning, as hundreds of birds arrived at the tallest maples in the area. They carefully arranged themselves along the branches, creating space for one another. It was a grand spectacle.

What are they gathering for? I wondered, and was immediately answered with a knowing- to witness the sunrise, of course.

Each bird seemed to be vying for the best seat in the house, eagerly anticipating the arrival of this new day. We watched, together, as the first radiant rays peeked over the horizon, and the crowd erupted into jubilant chorus.

Their departure was just as dynamic, as they flew directly toward me and over my home.

I was left with a profound appreciation for this brand new day… and a sense of ritual and reverence for each new beginning.

The animals often have so much to say, so much to show us, if we have the presence to stop and listen.

03/26/2026

What are we perceiving? And what does that mean we're believing?

Seeds for thought... plant them or scatter them to the wind...

03/20/2026

Have you heard of the Maharishi Effect, the tipping point, or critical mass?

They’re theories suggesting that when a group gathers in coherence, meaningful shifts in the collective can occur- things like reduced crime, su***de rates, war deaths, accidents, and an increase in social harmony.

I’ve been seeing an experiment circulating called The Great Synchronization.

It’s taking place tomorrow, Saturday, March 21 at 12:00 PM CST.

Check out the website for your own time zone https://www.vision2028usa.org/

Everyone in the world is invited to pause for 5 minutes and hold the four words of

Peace
Love
Unity
Respect

in their awareness.

If you feel called, set your alarm and join me, along with thousands of others, as we pause and turn our attention toward this shared resonance.

03/17/2026

Meet my quarry friend, Hugo. Isn’t he adorable? 🥹

We spent a good while today being present in each other's company. I chatted with him (telepathically, of course, as I'm certain my loud human voice would’ve startled him).

We found ourselves in a conversation about fear.

I told him that many people are afraid of spiders, and he found that notion quite amusing… that we would fear (and sometimes even unalive) something smaller than our own fingernail.

When I asked why he felt humans fear spiders, a stream of words came through

Different
Unfamiliar
Unpredictable
Misunderstood

And even some deeper threads…

Control
Superiority
Entitlement
Conquer

For some, fear may be primal or instinctual, but I don’t sense that’s true for most.

For many, it’s learned.
A reaction witnessed as a child.
A fear inherited… and repeated.

But what is learned, can be unlearned...

So I’m left wondering, can we become curious about the source of our fear?

Because this contemplation reaches far beyond spiders.

Are we actually in danger?

If not… why is fear present?

Is it something we were taught?

Is it discomfort with the unfamiliar?

A loss of control?

A belief in dominance or hierarchy?

And, perhaps, the most important question…

What is this moment here to show me?

Seeds for thought from me and one of our interspecies guides... plant them or scatter them to the wind...

03/13/2026

Remember...

03/12/2026

I wanted to document this for my own remembrance, but thought I’d share it with anyone who might like to sit down and have a little listen...

For the past five or six weeks I’d been experiencing a mild yet persistent cough and a bit of chest congestion. I tried all of my usual natural remedies and some frequency/energy work, but life stayed busy and I never quite took the time to go deeper with it.

This morning, during a session with my voice coach, I mentioned the lingering irritation. She suggested we tune in and follow the thread of what was still asking for attention.

We began with some vocal toning and settled into the sensation in my chest and throat. I asked my spirit team and any helpful intelligences to come forward and assist.

Almost immediately, a swarm of bees appeared.

The queen settled at a spot in my throat that had been irritated from the coughing, and the others began their work. Their wings vibrated in a steady hum and I adjusted my tone to match their frequency. As they buzzed, the congestion began to break apart.

Then my lungs transformed.

Each tiny alveoli became a small, round, yellow flower (my symbol for purpose) golden and full of nectar. The bees moved methodically through the garden, pollinating each bloom with tender care.

As they worked, the flowers released their golden pollen into the blue sky of my lungs. The breeze of my voice carried that pollen outward, releasing it onto the wind of external existence.

Once the tending was complete, the yellow flowers morphed into tiny violets, as if the garden itself had been transformed. My heart became fresh green grass and a gentle spring rain washed away anything that remained.

When the bees finished their work, the queen stayed behind, resting at the base of my throat and in that moment something clicked.

The queen wasn’t separate from me,
she was me, seated at the center of my own hive, guarding the place where breath becomes voice.

After the session the crackling in my lungs had subsided and a calm, steady hum remained in my throat. I sat for a moment in gratitude, thanking my interspecies helpers for tending the garden within me and reminding me of the golden nectar of my o

03/06/2026

02/24/2026

Not Monday, not when things calm down, not when the kids are older, not after this one more thing. The time is now.

02/23/2026

A shift in season.

Wild Earth has been quieter lately.

Over the past several months, I’ve felt a clear change in my energy and direction.

For now, I’m pausing crystal sourcing and restocks. I still have some great pieces needing good homes and I’ll be clearing what’s currently in the quarry, but I’m not bringing in anything new.

I'm simplifying.

I’m spending more time in reflection, in nature, and with my hands back in the physical world.

As for what’s next, I’m giving it space to unfold organically.

There are a several seeds taking shape behind the scenes. I’ll share them when they’re ready.

Thank you for being part of Wild Earth’s evolution.

- Brooke

02/19/2026

I'm bored. Bored of going through the motions, playing the role, performing, pretending....

I'm sick. Sick of feeling numb, distracted, disconnected...

I'm tired. Tired of the pleasantries, my own BS stories and excuses that keep me boxed in, hidden, small...

I'm ready to create my own new set of rules for this game of life, turn intention into action, resistance into redirection, to upgrade my underlying operating system, to uplevel my human experience.

Who else feels restless? Bored, sick, tired?