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03/09/2026

Release and Reconnect: A Community Support Group

Feeling exhausted? Isolated? You are not alone.

Join us every 4th Monday of the month (Marxh 23rd) for a unique sanctuary of expression and mutual aid. Our circle is inspired by the "Truth Mandala" from The Work That Reconnects, creating a structured space for honest sharing.

Here, we vent what weighs on our hearts, allow our true feelings to exist without judgment, and respond with the simple, powerful reply: "We hear you."

This is more than just talk. It’s about building a supportive community to carry each other through uncertain times. Together, we refresh our spirits and empower one another to persist with renewed strength.

This time we have a surprise that will help support the rage you may be feeling, one that gives a sweet treat for the expressions.

Where? Pages Books & Coffee
When? Feb 23rd starting at 6pm

Come as you are. Be heard. Find connection.

02/27/2026

The Skunk Cabbage Mandate: Generate Your Own Heat. Bloom Before It's Safe.

In the final, frozen grip of winter a strange and marvelous thing happens in the wetlands. A maroon hood pushes through ice, melting snow simply by existing. It is the skunk cabbage, and it is the first act of spring's rebellion.

This kin possesses a rare and almost magical power: thermogenesis. Through a cellular process the skunk cabbage can generate its own heat, raising its internal temperature up to 78 degrees Fahrenheit warmer than the surrounding air . It doesn't wait for the world to warm. It becomes the warmth.

Inside that heated hood, a sanctuary unfolds. The first stirring insects of the year find a warm refuge from the cold . The skunk cabbage's infamous scent, often compared to something rotting or garlicky, is not an insult but an invitation . It calls to the pollinators who emerge early, offering them shelter and sustenance in exchange for the continuation of its line.

And when the flowers fade, the work continues. Its massive leaves unfurl, creating habitat. Its seeds feed spring foul and even the occasional bear stirring from hibernation . Its roots anchor the wet soil and have been used for generations by Indigenous peoples for medicine, food, and even deodorant . The Haudenosaunee, Abenaki, and many others understood its value long before modern science caught up .

This is the skunk cabbage's profound medicine for us:

It teaches us to be pioneers of the return of light. To bloom before conditions are perfect. To generate our own warmth when the world around us is cold.

It reminds us that our so-called "flaws"—the things we are embarrassed by, the odors we wish we didn't emit—may actually be our gifts to others. What seems off-putting to some is a lifeline to those who need it.

And it calls us to give without recognition. The skunk cabbage does its work in the mud and muck, unseen by most, yet it sustains an entire web of life. Its generosity asks nothing in return.

Bloom First. Be Warm. Give Freely.

02/20/2026

The Wild Horse Mandate: Run with Fire. Lead with Freedom.

The Fire Horse arrives—a rare and blazing combination in the 60-year cycle of the Lunar Zodiac . This is an animal of unbridled energy fused with the transformative power of fire . A year of passion, momentum, and the courage to burn through obstacles.

The horse has always carried this medicine. In ancient China, horses were revered as tianma ("heavenly horse")—celestial beings bridging earth and sky . Those born under their sign are free-spirited, independent, and adventurous . They refuse the corral and answer the open plain.

But look closer at the wild herds still roaming—the Przewalski's horse of Mongolia, the last true wild horse, brought back from the brink of extinction . These are not merely survivors. They are keystone shapers of the world.

Wild horses are landscape architects. They graze selectively, creating mosaics of grassland where diverse life flourishes. They trample seeds into soil, roll in dust to create wallows where insects and plants take hold . Their very presence enriches entire ecosystems.

The wild horse is a living reminder that true freedom is not the absence of responsibility, but the embrace of one's role in the great web of life.

This is the Fire Horse's charge for us:

Run with fire. The Fire Horse does not wait for permission. It moves with urgency, passion, and the kind of momentum that reshapes landscapes. What have you been holding back? What dream needs to gallop?

Lead with freedom. Be the one who runs so freely and authentically that others remember they can too.

Shape the world as you move. Like the wild horse on the steppe, your passage through life has impact. The seeds you carry, the paths you forge, the places you rest—all of it contributes to the ecosystem of humanity. Move with intention. Leave the world more diverse, more alive, more wild than you found it.

Mount up. The horizon is waiting.

Run Wild. Burn Bright. Lead Free.

02/13/2026

Return of Light. Rise of the Trout. Flow of Life.

Deep in the cold of February something ancient stirs beneath the ice. The wild trout, keeper of hidden currents, begins its sacred work.

While we hang hearts on calendars the trout has always known it as such. This is their time of renewal, their spawning season. In the very month when light returns to the northern world, trout turn toward the beds of their birth, answering a call written in the mountain itself.

They do not fight the current. They listen to it.

Here is the wisdom of the trout: life does not demand we resist the flow, only that we learn to move within it. The trout swims upstream not through brute force, but through a kind of liquid grace an intimate knowledge of where the water slows and where it offers passage. It is not a battle against the river. It is a conversation with it.

As the days lengthen, trout emerge from their deep winter holds. They are not merely spawning; they are celebrating the return of illumination itself. The light returns, and the trout answer—not by rushing, but by arriving.

We, too, live in seasons of spawning and seasons of stillness. There are times to hold deep in the pool, conserving energy in the dark. And there are times to move toward purpose, to create, to renew, to bring forth what has been gestating in the quiet.

The trout teaches us that adaptation is not weakness; it is the highest form of intelligence. To read the current and adjust. To feel the temperature shift and respond. To know when to hold and when to surge. This is not mere survival. This is fluency in the language of life itself.

And here is the most beautiful part: the trout does not mourn the winter. Instead, it waits with the patience, trusting that the light always returns, that the water always softens, that the time to rise always comes.

Be like the trout. Not rigid, but responsive. Not fighting, but feeling. Not demanding the river change its course, but finding your own path within its current.

Flow with the Current. Rise with the Light.

02/11/2026

📣🚨DONATIONS NEEDED🚨📣

The Children’s Center of Northwest North Carolina- Wilkes location, is collecting essential items for a Community Service Project. Our youth are wanting to create Wellness Bags for our local homeless community.

📍Drop off locations:

301 10th Street, North Wilkesboro, NC 28659

Or

520 N Main Street, Dobson, NC 27017

🧼Items needed:

•Small Toiletries- (complimentary toiletries you get at a hotel)
• Soap
•Shampoo
•Conditioner
•Lotion
•Hand sanitizer
•Toothpaste
•Toothbrush
•First aid supplies
•Hand warmers
• Small packs of tissues
•Other small essential items

Your donations will make a world of difference in our small community!

Thank you!

02/06/2026

The Pawpaw's Mandate: Find Sustenance in the Dark.

Hidden in the dappled shade of eastern woodlands grows a tree of quiet abundance: the pawpaw. Its fruit, the largest native to North America, is a creamy, tropical-tasting secret held close by the forest. To find it, you must know where to look in the understory, often in places others overlook.

This tree holds a profound place in Black American history. For generations, from times of enslavement through the Great Migration and beyond, the pawpaw was a forbidden orchard, a whispered-map to sustenance. Its fruit provided vital nourishment where it was denied, its bark and leaves were used in traditional remedies, and its very existence represented a deep, ancestral knowledge of the land—a knowledge of how to find sweetness and substance in the shadows.

The pawpaw did not grow in the open field; it thrived in the margins. It teaches a wisdom forged in resilience: that true nourishment often lies not in the cultivated, sun-drenched rows, but in the overlooked, resilient wild spaces. It is a testament to finding—and creating—abundance in places of seeming scarcity.

This is the Pawpaw’s enduring wisdom:

It calls us to honor the ancestral knowledge and resilience that turned hidden groves into survival and communities into havens. It reminds us that in our own seasons of shadow—times of struggle, uncertainty, or injustice—we must become skilled foragers of hope.

Look to the margins of your own life. What resilient, native sweetness have you overlooked? What sustenance can you cultivate in the quiet, protected spaces? The pawpaw’s lesson is one of profound resourcefulness: to know that even in the dark of times, the seeds of substance and community are waiting to be found, shared, and cherished.

Know Where to Look. Remember What Sustains.

02/02/2026

Release and Reconnect: A Community Support Group

Feeling exhausted? Isolated? You are not alone.

Join us every 4th Monday of the month (Feb 23rd) for a unique sanctuary of expression and mutual aid. Our circle is inspired by the "Truth Mandala" from The Work That Reconnects, creating a structured space for honest sharing.

Here, we vent what weighs on our hearts, allow our true feelings to exist without judgment, and respond with the simple, powerful reply: "We hear you."

This is more than just talk. It’s about building a supportive community to carry each other through uncertain times. Together, we refresh our spirits and empower one another to persist with renewed strength.

Where? Pages Books & Coffee
When? Feb 23rd starting at 6pm

Come as you are. Be heard. Find connection.

01/30/2026

The Wolf's Mandate: Lead the Pack. Heed the Scout. Answer the Call.

In the deep silence of the winter forest, a howl cuts through the cold—a sound that is both a warning and a welcome. It is the voice of the wolf, the ancient guardian whose wisdom is written in the tight-knit bonds of the pack.

In Celtic myth, the wolf walks with the "Queen of Winter," a powerful, chilling force. Her emergence on Imbolc (Candlemas) was watched as keenly as a groundhog's shadow; her lingering presence foretold a long winter, while her swift departure promised an early spring. The wolf, as her companion, became a symbol of this potent, predictive wisdom of the wild, a creature deeply attuned to the rhythms of the earth and the turning of seasons.

But the wolf’s true genius lies in its strategic collaboration. It hunts not just with the strength of the pack, but with the eyes of the sky. Ravens and crows, the "scouts of the forest," often work in symbiosis with wolves, guiding them to prey. In return, the wolf provides a feast. This is not mere instinct; it is advanced strategy, a lesson in forming powerful alliances beyond one's own kin to ensure the survival and success of the whole.

This is the Wolf’s profound charge for us:

It calls us to be loyal, integral members of our own pack— our family, team, or community. Our strength is multiplied by our unity.

It teaches us to seek and honor our "ravens," the allies, mentors, and scouts in our lives who see paths we cannot. True power is knowing you don't have all the answers, but you know who to listen to.

And it reminds us, like the Lady’s wolf, to be deeply attuned to the seasons of our own lives. To know when to move with fierce purpose and when to conserve energy in the long winter. To understand that resilience is a collective act, guided by loyalty, strategy, and an unwavering connection to the natural world.

Your Pack is Your Power. Your Allies are Your Eyes.

01/23/2026

The Snowdrop's Mandate: Bloom First. Defy the Frost.

When the world is held in the silent, iron grip of winter, a miracle in miniature unfolds. Pushing through frozen earth and the last remnants of snow, the snowdrop raises its bell of pure white—a single note of hope in a monochrome landscape.

This is not a flower of summer's abundance. It is the pioneer of rebirth, the first brave herald that the long, cold night is not eternal. Its very existence is an act of profound resilience, a testament that life persists even in the most barren-seeming conditions.

The snowdrop’s wisdom is one of quiet, unstoppable faith. It does not wait for permission or for easier circumstances. It obeys an inner clock that knows a fundamental truth: the only way to see the light return is to begin growing toward it, no matter how dark the path seems.

This is the snowdrop's gentle, powerful charge for us:

In our own seasons of frost—times of grief, stagnation, or doubt—we are called to be the first bloom. To be the one who dares to hope aloud, to take the first fragile step toward renewal before the outcome is certain.

It reminds us that resilience isn't about being unbreakable, but about being the first to bend back toward the light. It is the courage to believe in spring while winter still holds the world.

Be the snowdrop. Defy the frost. Your mere presence can be the sign someone else needs that the thaw is coming.

The First Brave Bloom of Your Own Spring.

01/16/2026

The Red Stag's Mandate: Stand as Guardian, Lead with Regal Strength.

When the silence of deep winter creeps into the ancient woods, a sovereign shadow moves between the trees—the Red Stag. With a crown of antlers reaching for the sky, this majestic kin is more than a deer; it is the embodied spirit of the wild forest, a living symbol of untamed strength and noble grace.

As a keystone of regeneration, the Stag’s very presence signals a thriving ecosystem. Its grazing patterns shape the landscape, encouraging new growth, while its annual ritual of shedding and regrowing its magnificent antlers stands as nature’s ultimate testament to resilience and renewal.

In Celtic lore, the Stag was revered as the Guardian of the Forest, a guide between worlds, and a symbol of sovereignty, integrity, and spiritual authority. To encounter the Stag was to receive a call to lead with courage and protect what is sacred.

This is the Stag’s profound charge for us:

It calls us to stand as guardians of our own inner realms and the precious world around us. To lead not with force, but with the regal, grounded strength of one who is deeply connected to their territory.

It teaches us the power of sacred cycles—that to grow stronger, we must sometimes shed the past, trusting in our innate capacity to regenerate what is needed. And it reminds us that true strength is not solitary; it is the strength of the vigilant protector, responsible for the herd and the health of the whole.

Answer the call. Stand your ground with grace. Wear your crown of experience with pride. And move through the world as a guardian of what matters most.

Guard the Sacred. Renew Your Strength.

01/11/2026

Monday the Jan 12th. Folktales in the Forest. 5:30pm for Nature Journaling.
And 6:30pm for Spoken Word. Join us inside the Pilot Mountain State Park Visitors Center!!!

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