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March 10, 2025 3 min read
When you think of nature, what’s the first thing that comes to mind? Authentic beauty? Resiliency? Organic? Divinity? Resourced? Connection?
The list goes on and on, doesn’t it? Well—that is,if you’re able to perceive nature as the blueprint of our eternity.
So often, we look at nature through the lens of aesthetics or utility—its beauty, its resources, its seasonal rhythms. But beneath all of that lies something much more ancient and profound. Nature, in its purest form, is the original teacher. It holds the codes of remembrance. The patterns of our becoming. The essence of our wholeness.
One morning, while sitting in meditation in my front yard, I felt the presence of a Madrone tree gently make itself known to me. It was subtle at first—a soft energetic nudge. A whisper that said, "I see you. I’ve been here, waiting." There was no urgency. Just an invitation. A sacred hello from a sentient being who had witnessed lifetimes of change and still stood strong, rooted, and wise.
As the weeks unfolded, our bond deepened. The energetic communication between us began to strengthen in frequency and clarity. I began receiving telepathic messages—not in words, but in impressions, sensations, and inner knowings. I was being guided to work with this tree. To collaborate with its spirit. And more specifically, to create a flower essence from its blooms.
This wasn’t just about creating a product or herbal remedy. This was a spiritual initiation.
The Madrone asked to be understood through the lens of the Shapeshifter. It's very bark peels and renews itself in cycles, revealing the many layers it has lived through. Its form bends, curves, and twists with time and environment, never resisting the shift—always allowing the unfolding.
The Madrone began to teach me how to come home to my body, my temple, my soul—no matter how many forms I’ve had to shapeshift through. No matter how many identities I’ve shed, seasons I’ve survived, or versions of myself I’ve had to outgrow.
It whispered that wholeness doesn’t come from staying the same— It comes from honoring every shape your soul has ever taken.
This essence became a sacred portal—initiating me into deeper layers of my own truth. It was not about becoming someone else, but about reclaiming all the fragments I had once hidden or disowned.
The Shapeshifter Flower Essence carries the energy of fluidity, adaptability, and sovereignty. It supports those in transition—mothers birthing new versions of themselves, healers awakening to deeper gifts, women shedding old skins and stepping into aligned embodiment.
It reminds us that transformation is not abandonment—it is reclamation. That you are not lost when you evolve—you are being remembered more fully.
This essence is for the multidimensional woman. The one who is both ancient and new. The mother and the maiden. The healer and the wild one. The one who has shapeshifted out of survival… and is now learning to shapeshift from sovereignty.
Our tree kin carry such profound wisdom. They are holders of memory and mirrors of resilience. They came before us and will remain long after us, standing as anchors of Earth wisdom. And yet, in the chaos of modern life, we forget to see them as divine.
But when we slow down… When we listen… When we open ourselves to their silent transmissions…
We remember.
We remember that nature is not separate from us. We remember that healing can be rooted in stillness. We remember that every bloom, every branch, every breeze speaks the sacred language of coming home to ourselves.
So now, I sit with this elder often. No agenda. No rush. Just reverence.
Because to know a tree… totruly know a tree… Is to know the ever-evolving, ever-returning truth of your own divine essence.
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