Thinking Like a Mountain: Connecting to Gridwork

When I was nineteen years old I found a book called “Thinking Like a Mountain” and I truly loved that book. The internet had not quite arrived, so my options were different back then. My choices included brick-and-mortar bookstores, local and university libraries, esoteric shops, the occasional magazine from a far-away health food store, and specialty publications. This dictated my course of research and the level of access I had to new ideas and information.

Finding a gem of a book like “Thinking Like a Mountain” felt significant, relevant, and it was a relief because it offered me a connection in a world that was radically disconnected from its roots. I embodied the wisdom and joy of nature often, so I could easily put myself into the perspective of a lush mountain, a wise old tree, or a gliding snowy owl.

I connected with the land often. In my early twenties I would head out to my secret hiding space at the base of a gnarled old tree at the bank of a fast-moving river, intending to clear my energies and set aside sacred space, offering my positive intent to the universe in ceremony. I didn’t have a name for it, but it felt like it was in alignment with who I was. Little did I know I was doing gridwork.

Michigan Serenity – Awakening The Core

The advent of the internet has allowed my obsession with research to become far reaching, highly fine-tuned, and liberating. One thing always leads to another and this is the absolute beauty of evolution. My life evolved through a variety of periods, leading to a large variety of interests including ancient history, pre-history, esoteric knowledge, ancient wisdom, astronomy, astrology, physics, geometry, metaphysics, quantum physics, mythology, traditional arts, writing, art, music, animal sciences, geology, geography, gardening, and meteorology, to name a few.

When I was a young child, I connected to animals, not only in physical reality, but also in dreams and daydreams. I thought everyone could see my canine and woodland friends that were with me often. We especially loved exploring and playing outside together, talking to the trees and dancing in the rain, enjoying the rich scent of earth and the incredible joy found running through a field of wild and magical dandelions. As I began to grow up, I was told I had a good imagination and that no one else could see my friends. Slowly they disappeared as new activities and demands replaced them in “the real world”.

As I grew older I found deep connections to nature and the elemental world through other means. Whether digging into the fertile earth with my bare hands to tend a garden, gazing at twinkling stars, admiring glittery quartz in the sunshine, or flying on the back of jubilant horse across a shimmering green field in summer, I have always felt a deep reverence and love for nature.

Gaia and all her celestial companions have accompanied me in my dreams and visions, allowing me to visit and interact with numerous earthy landscapes and galactic locales. Some very spiritually significant experiences took place in dreams around the time of my early twenties, such as a dream in which I was in the wilderness in the Rocky Mountains at the banks of a flowing river. It was a glorious place, my canine companion at my side, calling in the wild animals. They arrived in pairs; fish, birds, bear, hawks, owls, caribou, elk, coyote, fox, eagles, crows, deer, moose, wolves, otters, beaver, skunk, horses, wild cats, and creatures of all types gathered around me, peaceful and in the spirit of full, loving cooperation to work together for a better world. Again, I had no idea I was doing grid work.

Life rolls forward, a dance of synchronicity, forever bringing me ever closer to that which lies deep within my heart. My love of sweet mother earth, my passion for ancient wisdom, and my love of science and metaphysics has moved me down a beautiful path which has culminated in my recognition that I have been doing gridwork all my life, and in past lives. My connection to energy, place, and intent have played a strong roll in my life.

Thinking Like a Mountain

About a year ago I came across an online video of a joyful woman, her eyes bright and full of life. She was smiling and laughing the most genuine laugh as she told us about her rich and meaningful experiences among the trees and mountains. She was traveling and talking about working with the energies of the earth. I was instantly riveted to this beautiful, easy, natural expression of service. I had met Katie IndiCrow.

A few months later I decided to take a beginning Gridwork class with Katie through IndiCrow Energetics. I learned a new language that helped me to describe how I had been interacting with energy and nature all those years. I developed innovative knowledge and techniques, finding a whole new level of connection as well as a new community to share with.

After the class ended I was thinking about taking the advanced gridwork class that Katie offered. I checked in with my higher self and immediately received an immediate and resounding “Yes! Do it!” It turned out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made. I was already an energy worker and Reiki Master but adding the advanced Gridwork to my skill set brought me to an entirely new level of awareness and ability. I am so grateful to have this connection.

This book that I am sharing here is called Connecting In: Powering Up Ourselves and the Grids! and it’s written by my teacher and friend, Katie IndiCrow. It explains the ancient craft of gridwork and how we can learn to align, connect, and power up the energetic network that supports earth and our existence. Through this process we assist in the process of embodying love and affecting the energetic connections, working towards a cooperative state of love, compassion, and gratitude.

Through the act of intentionally raising the vibration and reconnecting to the grids, we are assisting in supporting change and the transition of earth through ascension. Together we work in teams, utilizing our collective wisdom, skills, and positive intent.

Katie IndiCrow states “The idea of managing the earth’s energy system and coming together in ceremony or around alignments is something that many people remember. The feeling they get the first time they act as an ascension anchor is familiar, loving, and close! This is because there have been times in our history where gathering at various sites and nodal points and/or coming together in collective action has been key to our survival.”

As a gridworker, I have grown a great deal, expanding into a more empowered version of my self. Through this daily practice I connect with life energy and I embody love and compassion. There are still life challenges, of course, but overall life has become “way nicer and more friendly” as Katie might say.

I invite you to connect to the energy of nature and feel how you connect with it. Katie is an advanced Gridwork teacher and has many valuable offerings. I also teach workshops and classes about aspects that are a part of gridwork.

Please let me know if you have any comments or questions, or want to learn more. I am so excited to hear about how you connected to what I have written here and how it relates to your own experiences.

In love and light,

Sonya

Lake Michigan Sunset – Awakening The Core

Opening Our Hearts to Move Forward

Awakening the Self

There have been so many hearts opening up and people sharing so much of themselves recently. In some cases, they are sharing things from a long ago past and in other instances they are sharing a more recent emotion such as sadness, anger, or a sense of inadequacy. Whether it is from long ago or more recently, the act of sharing creates a much-needed release. Each and every one is a beautiful sharing. We can heal together collectively by expressing ourselves like this. It is through being courageous and open that we can liberate ourselves from the old, making room to bring in the new.

New experiences, new joy and new thoughts and ideas that we can use to define who we are moving forward. New space for new energy.

Facing past difficulties or sharing them may seem scary at first but once you take that leap – the reward is an amazing gift. A gift of self-acceptance, peace and the creation of a new energetic space that allows you to grow.

The past has been coming up quite a bit lately for many people, myself included. It seems as though we are cleansing ourselves of old stories that have taken up residence in our physical spaces, minds and bodies for years, or perhaps lifetimes, and it has become a time of collective release. We hold these stories in our minds, sometimes burying the emotions that go with them into places in our bodies like knees, feet, kidneys, shoulders, backs, hands, and hearts, to name a few. They dwell inside of us, waiting for recognition and processing.

It feels so good to process and release. The first step is to recognize what’s going on. We can look at pain and emotion and instead of ignoring it, we can ask our bodies what information it is trying to tell us. And then when we understand we can acknowledge it and investigate the ways in which it has resided inside of ourselves. And then we can finally release it and move forward. Self-care, self-love and nurturing are also part of this process. This may take some time and working through it is different for everyone.

Just yesterday I got a little bit of unexpected back pain and have been spending time today trying to figure out what the message is. Somehow it feels like a final release of the past and letting go of the old. I have been going through a lot of old physical belongings, especially from my childhood, teen years and from when I was a young adult. These have brought up a lot of memories, many good, some not so much. Sometimes we hang on to old beliefs or ideas that no longer serve us – or perhaps we had a misunderstanding that we have carried around with us for years without being aware of it. It feels important that I process these old feelings so that I can move on.

Through acknowledgement and getting to know ourselves at the deepest level, it if from here that we can grow and move forward in peace.

I would love to hear more about how you have embodied an emotion and how you handled/are handling it. What is your experience? And what steps have you taken so far to get to where you are at?

Much love!

The Creative Self

In life we go through phases and we tend to ebb and flow in to and out of situations that help us to learn and grow. I wrote a post about creativity on my blog a little over a year ago in September 2016 (also posted below). At that time, I was in the middle of many changes in my life. Part of this change was to abandon perfectionism and to continually find ways to nurture my creative self.

 

There have been phases in my life where I was not doing much creatively except perhaps with gardening or cooking. I may not have been practicing my spirituality outwardly at times but I was never disconnected from it either. I have always found a link with the creator through nature especially. But I have, at times, forgotten that I too am a creator.

 

Being creative with materials from nature bring me great joy. Jewelry by Sonya Julie

I am presently finding many ways to express my creative self. It’s a beautiful process that allows me to celebrate the joy of life. The purpose of living this life is to experience the dark and the light, the good and the bad, and to celebrate that which moves us. For me it is the love and light in my heart that I want to focus on the most. My intuition guides me as I let the creativity flow forth and this is truly a blessing. My jewelry and creative pursuits are featured on the Tools for Spirit page and can also be seen in my Etsy shop at SonyaJulieCreative.

 

I encourage you to take time for creativity, perhaps giving yourself permission to be creative if there has been a complete void. Being good enough or “talented” is not a requirement. Try anything and everything! Get your hands into clay or dough, try drawing or painting, try music or dance, find a coloring book, do a search for local art centers or classes. Find videos for inspiration and try new things. Find something that brings out your inner joy – that childlike joy that brings you to that space of ease. Most importantly have fun.

 

Here is the referenced post:

The Return to My Creative Self

WMO Batik Dyes
Batik dyes and supplies – Photo by Sonya Julie

I have decided that I need to be much more creative. That I need to return to that joyous feeling of creating without expectation. I want to play with clay, paint, and beads. I want to dance, sing, play instruments, write poems, and share my story through art.

I loved artistic projects as a little girl. I was never concerned with doing something the right way, I just created. And it was fun.

I have artists on both sides of my family. My aunt was a graphic artist for the local phone company and designed ads for the phone book by hand. Each year for Christmas she would give me a big box filled with all sizes and types of paper, pencils, pens, crayons, markers, and all manner of art supplies. It would vary from year to year and it was always fun. I always felt so happy and grateful for my annual box of art supplies.

I would create dioramas with shoe boxes, mobiles, window art, sculpture, and more. I loved to draw, paint, color, and create. I would fashion flowers from paper, make cars from boxes, and sculpt the earth outdoors.

I learned guitar as a young girl and as I grew older I learned to play the flute along with the penny whistle, basic piano, accordion, bass drum, and any instrument I could get my hands on.

In middle school I would draw mazes and write stories. I learned photography and I learned to dye fabric. I learned the basics of architecture and drew grand homes. I sketched out ideas for fashionable outfits and clothing patterns.

In my early twenties I learned to make jewelry and began to sell it on consignment. I sewed clothing without patterns, wrote poetry, and continued to draw and paint. I made dreamcatchers and suncatchers to hang from windows and walls. I would express myself through dance and singing. I felt so alive when I created.

Then came college years, work years, and times of difficulty.

And then it all seemed to stop. I moved to a different home, packed up the beads and art supplies – much of it getting buried in a storage unit and the remainder in a dark attic. My only artistic outlet became gardening during times of depression and poor health. It certainly helped in times of sorrow to ground myself with my connection to the earth as my tears soaked into the soil as I created life and hope through planting little bits of life. The birds chirped, letting me know that joy was just around the corner, only if I would be brave enough to seek it.

I recovered slowly and I began writing again. And I would draw once in a while, maybe color a picture. I started learning to cook and that could be a creative outlet. But my creative self seemed to be a thing of the past. I missed that young artistic woman who was me once. The one who created freely with abandon and joy. What happened?

I began to write more and I knew it was something I needed to do more of – but I quietly worried that I wouldn’t write about the right things, that somehow I wasn’t doing it the correct way. I feared what others would think. I would start the introduction to a book and quit after a few pages or the first chapter.

I went to a Traditional Arts weekend and painted with water colors, played with batik dyes, and rolled dough in my hands as I formed yeasty balls that would bake into golden loaves. I learned to waltz to Cajun music and admired art.

I pulled out the beads, dusted and sorted the rich colors of the beautiful earthy materials and began making bracelets and necklaces again.

I learned that perfectionism was my enemy and that I could enjoy life whether I was in control or not. That nothing has to be a certain way. That surprises are fun.

Slowly my creative self returns and with that return I am feeling more alive and joyous. I feel an urgency to return to my creative roots, as though I have abandoned myself and I have been left parched in an empty desert. I seek to bury my hands in clay, string beads, write songs, and play with colors. Textures, sounds, and words waiting to happen. Through me. I must now be brave and courageous. Fear will not do. I have overcome many dark and difficult things to arrive at these days of joy. And the story of my journey must be shared. It is time.