I have been waiting along time to connect and work with people like us, people that are aware of changes, our obligations to Mother Earth and the earnest quest to what’s needed
I am not sure how to say this, but I feel that I need to…I love your writing so much. The first time I read something you had written, it brought me to tears. That is saying a lot because I had not cried for years! I was on Prozac for 10 years until I realized that I was numb. I didn't feel anything; not when my mother died, or when my sister and father died. My husband and my daughter died and then my beloved service dog died in her sleep, all during Covid. Not from COVID-19 but at that sad time. I stopped the Prozac with micro-dosing Psyllociben. That brought all my numbed emotions back. I know now that all our emotions are necessary for our soul’s growth. There are no bad feelings or good feelings. It is how we respond that is important.
Anyhow, back to my question. How do you help others without sounding like you are listing a resume of your experiences so folks will trust you to help them? Do you know what I mean? I facilitated a Women’s Mysteries group for years and I know there are many people who are searching for authentic rituals and deeper meaning to their life passages. Whether it is the seasons, births and death, planting and harvest times and on and on. How do you deal with that? And remain humble? I hope this makes sense. Thank you for your words.🥰
Thank you for opening your heart here with such tenderness and truth. I read your words slowly, feeling the weight of your story, the grief that has moved through your life, and the courage it takes to not only survive such deep loss—but to feel again after so many years of numbness. What you’ve shared is nothing short of sacred.
That moment when you said my writing brought you to tears for the first time in years—I felt the gravity of that. And I want to honor it with all the reverence it deserves. Thank you for letting me witness this piece of your journey.
Your question touches something very real and important—something I wrestled with for many years too. How do we share what we’ve lived through, what we’ve learned, what we can offer—without turning it into a resume, a list of “credentials” to prove we are worthy of being listened to? How do we guide, without ego? How do we teach, without pedestal?
For me, it comes down to this: I don’t try to “convince.” I try to remember.
I remember who I serve. I remember the elders, the ancestors, the spirits of the land. I remember the tears I’ve shed and the teachings that came wrapped in pain, and I let them speak through me—not about me.
When we speak from the wound, rather than about the wound, something changes. We stop being the main character and become part of a larger song. That song carries the wisdom, not us. That’s where humility is born—not from shrinking ourselves, but from becoming a hollow bone for something deeper to move through.
You already know this. You’ve sat in circles of women’s mysteries. You’ve walked with grief. You’ve midwifed souls through their thresholds. So I say this to you not as advice, but as a reflection: your story is the medicine—but only when you let it breathe and shape-shift into something that meets the moment, instead of performing the past.
Sometimes I say nothing about my experiences. Sometimes I share a story, but only if the soil is ready to receive the seed. I’ve learned that people feel truth more than they hear it. And authenticity doesn’t need a spotlight—it has a scent, like earth after rain.
Keep letting your tears speak. Keep letting the dog who died in your arms, and the daughter who left too soon, and the you who finally felt again—keep letting them guide your voice. That voice is needed now more than ever.
I only just saw your thread about my questions. I am keeping you in my heart. Thank you for your honesty and thoughtful response. I am still trying to understand this new (to me) form of communication! I had a strong intuitive response to your writings, and I am moved by your words. Those words, ‘when you let it breathe and shape-shift into something that meets the moment, instead of performing the past,’ will be my meditation for some time now. Thank you, Angell❤️
When sharing at this level of consciousness connections happen and the heart speaks its truth and the hidden come to life. Thanks for stating all that is.
Thank you for sharing some of your journey and purpose Angle Deer. I am looking for an in person retreat in nature. To deepen, ground,and really connect with Mother Earth and other Souls. Do you have one this summer? In Meditation yesterday I saw a dear on a 2 floor porch of an apartment. The place was near me so I went out to look at the building. There was not a dear there, but there was a human skeleton sitting at a table in the apt. near it. I understand this dream. I have been putting off going to spend time out in nature where I can commune more deeply. I need to do this soon ...this summer. Do you have a partial sponsorship to your retreats? I am a senior.
Good afternoon. Yes, we offer partial sponsorship and scaling pricing, depending on the offering. We do not have something like that in the calendar right now, but we recommend you subscribe to our newsletter at https://www.sacredpaths.earth/sacred-paths so you will receive our new offerings. Thank you!
I have been waiting along time to connect and work with people like us, people that are aware of changes, our obligations to Mother Earth and the earnest quest to what’s needed
That is beautiful. And I am glad we are connected here.
I am not sure how to say this, but I feel that I need to…I love your writing so much. The first time I read something you had written, it brought me to tears. That is saying a lot because I had not cried for years! I was on Prozac for 10 years until I realized that I was numb. I didn't feel anything; not when my mother died, or when my sister and father died. My husband and my daughter died and then my beloved service dog died in her sleep, all during Covid. Not from COVID-19 but at that sad time. I stopped the Prozac with micro-dosing Psyllociben. That brought all my numbed emotions back. I know now that all our emotions are necessary for our soul’s growth. There are no bad feelings or good feelings. It is how we respond that is important.
Anyhow, back to my question. How do you help others without sounding like you are listing a resume of your experiences so folks will trust you to help them? Do you know what I mean? I facilitated a Women’s Mysteries group for years and I know there are many people who are searching for authentic rituals and deeper meaning to their life passages. Whether it is the seasons, births and death, planting and harvest times and on and on. How do you deal with that? And remain humble? I hope this makes sense. Thank you for your words.🥰
Dear Deborah,
Thank you for opening your heart here with such tenderness and truth. I read your words slowly, feeling the weight of your story, the grief that has moved through your life, and the courage it takes to not only survive such deep loss—but to feel again after so many years of numbness. What you’ve shared is nothing short of sacred.
That moment when you said my writing brought you to tears for the first time in years—I felt the gravity of that. And I want to honor it with all the reverence it deserves. Thank you for letting me witness this piece of your journey.
Your question touches something very real and important—something I wrestled with for many years too. How do we share what we’ve lived through, what we’ve learned, what we can offer—without turning it into a resume, a list of “credentials” to prove we are worthy of being listened to? How do we guide, without ego? How do we teach, without pedestal?
For me, it comes down to this: I don’t try to “convince.” I try to remember.
I remember who I serve. I remember the elders, the ancestors, the spirits of the land. I remember the tears I’ve shed and the teachings that came wrapped in pain, and I let them speak through me—not about me.
When we speak from the wound, rather than about the wound, something changes. We stop being the main character and become part of a larger song. That song carries the wisdom, not us. That’s where humility is born—not from shrinking ourselves, but from becoming a hollow bone for something deeper to move through.
You already know this. You’ve sat in circles of women’s mysteries. You’ve walked with grief. You’ve midwifed souls through their thresholds. So I say this to you not as advice, but as a reflection: your story is the medicine—but only when you let it breathe and shape-shift into something that meets the moment, instead of performing the past.
Sometimes I say nothing about my experiences. Sometimes I share a story, but only if the soil is ready to receive the seed. I’ve learned that people feel truth more than they hear it. And authenticity doesn’t need a spotlight—it has a scent, like earth after rain.
Keep letting your tears speak. Keep letting the dog who died in your arms, and the daughter who left too soon, and the you who finally felt again—keep letting them guide your voice. That voice is needed now more than ever.
With deep gratitude for your presence here,
Angell 🦌
I only just saw your thread about my questions. I am keeping you in my heart. Thank you for your honesty and thoughtful response. I am still trying to understand this new (to me) form of communication! I had a strong intuitive response to your writings, and I am moved by your words. Those words, ‘when you let it breathe and shape-shift into something that meets the moment, instead of performing the past,’ will be my meditation for some time now. Thank you, Angell❤️
I am so touched by this...
When sharing at this level of consciousness connections happen and the heart speaks its truth and the hidden come to life. Thanks for stating all that is.
Thank you!
Thank you for sharing some of your journey and purpose Angle Deer. I am looking for an in person retreat in nature. To deepen, ground,and really connect with Mother Earth and other Souls. Do you have one this summer? In Meditation yesterday I saw a dear on a 2 floor porch of an apartment. The place was near me so I went out to look at the building. There was not a dear there, but there was a human skeleton sitting at a table in the apt. near it. I understand this dream. I have been putting off going to spend time out in nature where I can commune more deeply. I need to do this soon ...this summer. Do you have a partial sponsorship to your retreats? I am a senior.
Good afternoon. Yes, we offer partial sponsorship and scaling pricing, depending on the offering. We do not have something like that in the calendar right now, but we recommend you subscribe to our newsletter at https://www.sacredpaths.earth/sacred-paths so you will receive our new offerings. Thank you!