When fellow entrepreneur and soul sister Charisse S. came to the farm for a day of leaning into Spirit’s guidance, she was feeling… fine. She had, sadly, miscarried a month before. The grief had dulled somewhat; she no longer cried every day. 

Her book launch had been on extended pause. Although she had hired tactical help to “get it out there,” she remained stuck. I fed her spinach and farm-fresh eggs, and coffee with raw milk, much of the food sourced from our 100+-year-old farmstead. 

“We’re going into the wheel,” I announced. “My guides are saying now, today.” I outfitted her with an oversized hooded sweatshirt, hand-painted with feathers, and a full skirt to wear over her jeans, so she was appropriately dressed for the weather and connecting with our ancestors.

“Do you have a hat? Gloves? We’re going to be out there for a while.” I took one look at Charisse’s knit Ugg boots and shook my head. “Those aren’t going to cut it.” She borrowed a pair of my husband’s rubber muck boots.

We headed outside. Tromping past rabbits, goats, horses, and cows, our boots crunched through a top layer of frozen snow, and finally on a winding, narrow trail into the woods. We arrived at a small clearing amid the trees.

Sacred items marked each direction. Much of the medicine wheel was buried in the snow. We rolled out yoga mats, fuchsia and blue against the white snow, to protect our bottoms from the frozen ground, wrapped ourselves in blankets against the cold, and began. After smudging, praying, and offering tobacco to our guides and ancestors, I began to drum. 

I walked Charisse through what to listen for, to know when to return, and we fell into deep meditation as the rhythm tethered us to the earth. We each returned with powerful visions, guidance for Charisse’s path forward.

In my vision, Charisse, her spouse, and I came to a circle of their ancestors, people from all different times and cultures, each radiating love. Charisse held the little one she’d just lost in her arms, now the size of a newborn. We passed her around the circle, her light joining with the heart light of each as she was held by them. Then she was passed back to her father, her light melding with his light; then back to her mother. The light of her heart danced and joined with Charisse’s heart. 

“She is, and will always be, a part of your family,” I channeled quietly. “The guides gave me her name. She is called Sacred Wind.” 

Charisse cried. “It was as if a piece of me that had left with my little one was returned to me.”

In Charisse’s vision, she met a beautiful older woman with white-gold hair, queenly in a blue velvet gown. It was her daughter. They fell in step together, side by side, clasping hands. As they walked, Charisse understood wordlessly that Sacred Wind had been her mother in prior lifetimes. As her daughter-mother cradled and comforted her, Charisse no longer felt afraid. She felt safe. As they journeyed, Sacred Wind shared through symbol and metaphor many messages about Charisse’s purpose and role on the planet. 

Charisse went home with resources for her continued journey: an original painting that I had channeled prior to her arrival, and a crystal sculpture with integrated prayer for her healing that remains a part of her meditation routine.

After this experience, Charisse was able to move forward and launch her book — complete with an epilogue based in part on her vision in the wheel. In the process of her next big expansion, we are now focused on her rebrand, including logo and web design.