Category Archive: Energy Work

The Magic of Wings and Feet ~

Raven Medicine, by Kristen Holmberg

In our lives, magic appears every day.  Sometimes we conjure it up intentionally and sometimes, I believe, the Universe conjures it up to surprise us, shake us up or wake us up.

Last year, I was in the Grand Canyon for the first time.  Before we arrived and my mind was wandering

around in the car ride, I wondered if I would find a feather.  What animals lived near the canyon?  I wasn’t sure, but imagined a beautiful feather twisting out of thin air right in front of me.  I looked at my husband and said, “I hope I find a feather today.”  He recognized the smile on my face… it’s the same one that erupted during our honeymoon when I told him I would move the clouds over our hot tub so that we could see the stars.

Enter the Ravens ~

Ravens are enormous when you are used to seeing Crows.  Each one shines so black that you start seeing colors, so that some look emerald green and sometimes you will see one that you swear is violet.

They soared over the Grand Canyon and over our heads.  I remembered that Raven holds some of the magic of the inner child & the Great Mysteries.   Every one of them got my head to turn and unleashed my curiosity.  What message would a Raven have?  They were long used to deliver human messages between humans.  But what was the message they carried on their own?

I sent energy out from my whole being into the sky ~ Raven, I am listening.  Ooh, and the little girl in me wanted a feather.

During our lunch at a picnic area there were two Ravens hamming it up trying to get food.  Walking between tables, strutting around and showing off short flights and soft landings; waiting for the slow humans to give up some grub.  The family near us ended up giving a little chicken to one of the Ravens.  Unlike a Seagull (bless their souls) the Raven didn’t throw the food down its throat and start begging for more!  It walked over to its mate and put it in their mouth and then they pulled it apart and shared it.  Everyone eating lunch softened and let out a collective, “AWWWWW”.

It was after this that my sweet husband took off and walked away from the picnic area.  He told me later, he was hoping to find a feather on the ground for me.  Awww 🙂

We headed back out to the canyon’s edge.  This turnout had a little information station, a simple structure with a roof.  I began to read about water levels in the canyon over time and a big, black Raven landed on the roof.   I walked out from under the roof and stood below it.  A huge smile broke out over my face.

“Raven,” my mind gushed.

The Raven, The Tourist, My husband, Brad & Me. Photo was taken by my Father-in-Law, Rock – who was also captivated by the event

“Will you give me a feather?” my mind asked.

The Raven looked at me.  We stared at each other for quite awhile.  It became all-important to me that this animal understood me, so that I could understand it better and know its message.

I opened up my heart chakra and said out loud, “Raven, will you give me one of your feathers?”

The tourist next to me had been snapping away at the Raven with his camera.  He pulled it away from his face and tried not to laugh at me.

But I just stood there, my spirit becoming larger.  Maybe not larger, but more apparent and open than I am used to having it in public.  I didn’t care…I wanted to communicate with this Raven and not worry about a tourists’ view of my sanity.

The Raven and I, we waited each other out.  And I just stayed….open.  My husband came to my side to watch.

Suddenly the Raven lifted its left wing and began running its beak between its feathers.  Sharply.  Quickly.  Swiftly.  I never considered that a bird would need to comb its wings.  But of course, playing in the wind, wow, of course.

In a swift moment the Raven pulled one of its feathers to a 45-degree angle away from its wingspan.

I sucked in my breath.  Was the Raven going to give me a feather?  I was just hoping one would fall from the sky.  Was I actually going to watch the act of giving?

The Raven looked at me and then went back to the feather.  Plucked it right out, placed it on the roof and stepped on top of it.  My heart jumped.  The tourist put his camera down and his jaw dropped.  As my husband remembers it now, “I remember it being deliberate and feeling shocked.”

I felt all the cells inside of me fire, divide and live on.  Magic seemed to be running over my skin, behind my eyes and popping out of my spine.  My need to be understood flew away like a tattered sail.  Quietly, thoughts slowed to the pace of land and any messages the Raven had for me came in as an imprint.  No English.  No monologues.  Undefined.

The magic of this moment stretched out, as the Raven took a short vertical flight and the feather lifted off the roof and twirled to the ground in front of me.

I picked it up and said aloud, “Thank You.”  The feather was still warm.

Magic unfolds when we speak our truth, when we ask openly into the Mysteries of Life.

This story is not about getting what I asked for and seeing this feather as a thing that proves power or prowess.

I gave the Raven a pretzel afterwards,which it enjoyed back up on the roof.

We don’t know how everything’s going to unfold or end up.  We don’t know who will play along with us.  We definitely don’t know how long it will take to complete.

And this is living with magic in your life:  asking your real questions and letting go of self-judgment.  It is giving to others and walking into their magic stream.  Not counting on time or momentum.  Even letting go of meaning, especially when it allows you to feel more.

It is being comfortable that there is more to this worldthan meets the eye.  You knew it when you were 8.   Wake up, little Dreamer, there are thousands of us waiting to make magic with you.

A Kaleidoscope Spirit ~

The first kaleidoscope I was shown was in 1975. 

My Mom was on a bowling team and every time she bowled I got dropped off at the bowling alley’s daycare.  I hated it there.  All the kids seemed to know what to do: play, scream, color, be with each other.  And no one was moving slow enough to tell me how to join in.  I would just wait it out, eat some Saltines and hope that someone would talk to me.

One day after picking me up, she stopped to talk with one of her friends.  Hanging out while listening to adults is pretty standard fare for first-borns.  And that day, surrounded by the moving red pattern of the thick bowling alley carpet didn’t seem like it was going to be different.

Until my Mom’s friend gave me a kaleidoscope to look through.

I held it up to my eye and became transfixed.  Sharp silver stars, dark blues and greens and just a little bit of purple changed their hues as I swung my body around catching the bright light over the shoe dispensary and then to the mild light over the alleys.  My belly became warm and my imagination started seeing not just these beautiful shapes, but all of the little beings who would want to live inside of this tube.

“Kim, you can turn it, too,” my Mom’s friend’s voice had a real smile inside of it and I looked up.

It turned, too?

Looking back inside at the stars and foil shapes, I slowly twisted the kaleidoscope.

Sun Inspiration by Kristen Holmberg

Oranges and yellows seemed to fall into place over the first show of colors.  Only they didn’t even line up the same.  My whole world slowed down, as I fell into a spell watching the colors breathe, sparkle and change.  Always falling in a new way.  Always stunning.

This experience is the main reason I named my company Kaleidoscope Spirit.

When I look back at my life, even the painful parts pulse with light.  Love and love lost all shine with their own truth and  I know what has happened to me, what happens to all of us, is an illuminated forest whose map we couldn’t read right away.

Through my work in unraveling myself, releasing pain and committing to living my divinity, I have found that working with my young response to that kaleidoscope actually encapsulates how I see the world.

If we can look back at the past and see that it formed who we are and helped in creating the amazing spirits that we are – can we look at the future this way?

Can we look at this very moment in this way?  Excited by beauty, letting the past complete it’s turn and look forward to the next configuration of energy around us.

To this day, when I look through a kaleidoscope (I own 3) I will shriek at each new layout and try and hold it steady so that I can show my husband that specific moment.

This is what I strive for each day in my life now.  This is what I am here to share with the world.

Today, try and look at your life as a Kaleidoscope Spirit.  Not just a trippy, cool chick from a Beatle’s song who everyone wants to party with.  A Kaleidoscope Spirit looks for the beauty in each moment.  And when some moments are painful, or too much to bear, remember that you are surrounded by beauty.  Look around you to the trees, the stars and this living Earth, let them engage your heart and settle your mind.

Love and clean bowling shoes,


Waking up the Writer ~ Celebrating the End of my 30’s

In 30 days I’ll be 40!  It’s here.  I can’t believe it.  My Mom doesn’t want to believe it.  It’s one of those markers that means different things to different people, but somehow we all have our say about what 40 “is”.

I’ve been running through ideas to challenge myself with the number 40 starting in the New Year.

this image is from a google search and may be “unhype” is the artist?

40 Days of Blogging Inspirational Photos

Try 40 New Things that Scare Me in 2013

40 Days of Yoga (followed by 40 days of Kim not doing yoga)

40 Ways to Find Your Fortune After Forty

You know, just trying to find away to celebrate the big 4-0.

So while most of this has been going on in my head, I realized that the best way for me to deal with flushing it out is to WRITE.

And lo and behold, I just found a way to celebrate the end of my 30’s –

<insert electronic background music, preferably “Father Figure” by George Michaels>

A 30 Day Blog Challenge.  Does anything say “celebration” more than committing to shackle myself publically to my blog every day of December 2012?  Actually, no.

Writing defined a huge part of who I was when I was younger.  Between the ages of 11 and 22 I wrote journal after journal and story after story.  Poems peeked out of my heart in high school and college that helped me unravel who I was.  I took a semester off of college to write.  And since those 60 pages of personal philosophy roared out of me…crickets.

I always get ideas for things to write and jot them down, keep folders on my computer and even have a book idea I am writing with a friend.  It’s just…writing stopped feeling like something I needed to do.

However, daily writing and expression are knocking on my heart lately.  “Turn within”, they say.  “Your Writer is waking up”.

Challenging myself with daily blogging is like brewing a fresh pot of coffee for the Writer in me.  My office got cleaned out to prepare for my in-laws in October, but now I see my office was being prepared for the Writer to have a place to go when she finally rolls out of her bed, out of her 18 year slumber.

I’m going to be sharing the Animal Medicines I call in for grounding and opening my chakras, how to stand tall while searching through your family roots and the art of bright, magical living!

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