Estelle Revoy Intuitive Soul Guide

01/11/2026

We are here to be human not what we are labeled. Shed the label and be fully in your human- soul self💚

01/10/2026

01/09/2026

Winter is not empty.
She is a breathing hush, a long pause where the world remembers itself.
The trees draw their voices inward,
sap dreaming in the dark, roots listening to the slow language of stone.
Frost speaks softly to the fields, snow carries old instructions, and the land enters its deep animal sleep.
Nothing here is gone.
Everything is waiting.
Winter teaches us how to belong to stillness,
how to hear spirit when it no longer shouts in leaf and flower, but murmurs through bone and breath.

01/09/2026

Hey friends! To RSVP for this event
please TEXT Gina or myself at:

Estelle 715-313-4007
Gina 715 -314-1404

We need your name and best number to reach you at in case of a weather event

The session begins at 10am💗

01/07/2026

Hey friends! Coming up soon!!
So excited for you to experience this offering!

01/06/2026

Gratitude before arrival.

It’s no small thing you chose to be on this big journey. Your body is pointing you to back to your true north.

Gratitude before arrival 🪶🪽🤍

01/05/2026

Hey friends! Less then two weeks away!!
This is your gentle reminder to message Me or Gina to reserve your spot!!
Space is limited so please reach out soon!! 💚💚💚

01/05/2026

"Don't think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It's quiet, but the roots down there are riotous." —Rumi

01/05/2026

This. Is beautiful.

Quartz is one of the crystals I’m working with on a deeper level in 2026 ….

“When water becomes patient enough it dreams…”
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They say that long before people learned the names of stones, quartz was born from a winter so deep the world nearly forgot how to turn toward spring.

In that age, the nights were long enough for stars to leave their silver breath on the mountains, and the cold was said to reach all the way into the bones of the earth. Beneath the snow, water slept in the dark, still, silent, waiting. And in the waiting, something extraordinary happened.

It is said when water becomes patient enough, it begins to dream.
And those dreams, held for centuries, grow clear and hard and luminous.

And this was how quartz was formed:
frozen light made solid,
a memory of water shaped by time itself.

Our ancient ancestors noticed something unusual. When they held a piece of quartz up to the morning sun, it did not simply shine—it seemed to wake up. Light threaded through it like a pulse, as if something inside the stone was remembering its origins. They believed that quartz carried within it the echo of every season it had endured. Each line, each inclusion, each shimmer was a story recorded in silence.

There is a tale of a young woman who found a shard of quartz embedded in a frozen riverbank. It was so clear she could see her breath move behind it. She carried it with her through the harshest months, and on nights when fear pressed close, she would hold the stone and feel its steady coolness guide her heartbeat back into rhythm. She said the stone taught her not courage, but clarity, the ability to see what mattered, even in darkness.

Another story speaks of travelers who used quartz as a guide when the world was covered in snow and the sky offered no direction. They believed the stone aligned itself with truth, and when held between their palms, it warmed in the direction of safety. Whether this was legend or simply the comfort of belief, no one can say.

What is known—what has always been known—is this:

Quartz does not shout its magic.
It listens.
It reveals.
It remembers.

It is the stone that keeps the imprint of light, the stone that stores the wisdom of silence, the stone that reminds us we carry our own clarity within us, even when the path is snow-covered and the way ahead is dim.

Some say that if you hold a piece of quartz on a cold winter night and breathe slowly, you may hear the faintest echo of the earth’s oldest dream—a whisper of frozen water awakening after ages of sleep.

A reminder that nothing stays buried forever.
A promise that even in the deepest winter, light is still waiting to rise.

~Kathleen

01/04/2026

Slow mornings bring Full Moon setting and Beautiful Sunrise