New Tools with Access Conciousness

The last few Months I have been diving into a new tool set, a new modality by the name of Access Conciousness.

It has been an amazing way to really reconnect to myself and release some of the self judgements and baggage that I have carried for so long dispite many other healing paths over the years.

At first I thought the Access tools like The Bars and the Access Facelift ( both totally yummy and transformational would be the only tools I would be using but instead I found recently when I was teaching a Reiki workshop to some amazing young women that Access has actually deepened my connection to the loving energy of Reiki.

After attending a friends Reiki Master Workshop a couple of weeks ago that sense has deepened.

So often we are ready to walk away from the old, perhaps we need to consider at times the new can simply enhance the well used tools and hone them even  more into the delightfully familar expansion of conciousness and healing that they can be.

Here is a comment from a dear client/friend /student;

" Wow....what an amazing experience. I have had many energy healings in the past and I have never experienced such intense energy and such fast shifts within my life. I definitely recommend this modality especially from an amazingly gifted healer such as Cass Hepburn."

D.Hansen, Langley B.C.

(After an Access Bars Session)

Yoga Teacher, Reiki/Seichim/Sekhem Master

For More information about Access you can go to my website  http://tinyurl.com/cqmdz4a or email me at dragonflymassage@shaw.ca

Change

Back to the Beach

Some big changes of late. I have moved from Langley back to Crescent Beach.

From the Fraser Valley back to the ocean again.
It has only been just over a week and yet I am feeling fitter already from walking the beach with the dog twice a day.
Even today when the wind is blustery and the rain is blowing sideways, Jada and I have had our walk to the sea in the wind and the rain.
The ocean is in my blood, the house we lived in when I was born looked over Oak Bay Harbour in Victoria. My sister would take me in my pram bumping down over the rocky hillside to the beach.
When we first moved from Victoria to West Vancouver's Fisherman's Cove, we were half a block from the cove. It was only later that we moved farther than walking distance to the sea. But 20 minutes by car or bus would get us there.
When my parents retired to Denman Island, their house sat on the cliff side overlooking the water. I would follow the path that led through my mother's garden down through the pasture to the sea. I walked miles along that beach on my visits to see them.
At the time I was again living in Langley, an hour's drive inland. Horse country, drying and hotter in the summer, colder in the winter, despite the short distance.
When I would feel out of sorts I would drive to White Rock or Crescent Beach to get my ocean fix.
This is where I feel my most whole, my most creative, my most content.
It is so good to be back home at the sea.

A Blessing For The Brand New Year 2011

May the Bountiousness of the planet

Rain down upon you

Each and every Moment of your day.

And may you have the eyes to see each Blessing

As it comes your way.

May your senses percieve the miracle that is your life

In all it's infinite moments of choice

All flavours of experience.

May you know just how very precious you are

To those who are blessed to know you

and to our dear Mother Earth

And that without you

Life on this beautiful planet

Would not be the same.

May there be words or a gentle touch of Rememberance,

Whenever you find yourself

In the Darkness of forgetfullness,

That brings you back home to your wonder.

And may you find the love in your own Heart

Connecting and merging with other Hearts

Until One Day

A giant Web of Love joins every Heart on the planet,

 As One.

Cassie Hepburn December 2010

An Ode to Autumn

              Autumn Morn

   As Autumn's
Still Grey Morning
Envelop us in a blanket
of Quiet & Silence
her Bright Sundappled afternoons
Reveal a painters Palette
Of Scarlet,
Rust,
& Chartreuse
The Deep Aroma
Of Earth and fallen Leaf
Crisply crushed beneath our feet
Releasing scents that come
But once a year.

This Harvest Season
We straddle the line
Between Action
and settling into our
Autumn nests
Crackling Fire
Blanket and Book
Calling to us
As a long lost lover
Calls from distant memory

Following Summer's outward season
Of exploration
Both far and near
Autumn's Sweet Siren call
Welcomes us back home
To rest once more
In the Inner Realms

As Summer's Light
Begins to soften
And fade
Our Inner Muse
Beacons us to follow her
On our own inward journey
Of Vision and Illumination
As we weave a tapestry
Of colour and Light
To see us through
Winter's Dark and Stormy Night.

Cassie Hepburn Oct 11, 2010

Celebrating the Turning Wheel

Yesterday I had the absolute pleasure of connecting with a dear friend who was here briefly before returning to her life in Thailand and India.

It is fitting that we celebrated Equinox together as the first time we met was in celebration.

A couple of friends and I had gone to a drumming circle in an earth house ( or Kakuli) in the Interior.

The drumming circle had been cancelled unknown to us but the fire was burning when we walked into the Kakuli and there was a woman who invited us to join her as she honoured the passing of her grandmother.

We have been friends since that moment and although the years may pass between our visits, the heart connection never weakens.

Last night we slipped into the forest at Stanley Park just after sunset and celebrated the turning of the seasons.

The Fall in the Medicine Wheel wisdom that I connect with, lies in the West on the Wheel. It is represented by Bear, it's qualities are Feminine in nature. It is here in the West that we travel inward, we use tools such as meditation, ceremony, yoga, breathing practices, all those ways, those tools that take us into our Center, into our deepest selves.

And it is there in those depths, that we connect with the Divine.

Whatever that looks like for you.

It is here that we renew and nurture ourselves after the outward nature of the Summer.

Last night returning through the darkened forest, our path lit but the waxing moon light, my heart was filled with so much gratitude.

Gratitude for my life and the rich abundance of cherished friendships and life experiences and gratitude to have come to a place in my life, that in sitting in the trees in the forest, I was not afraid of the night sounds, or my safety. My mind was still and I could feel myself a part of the forest very breath of the forest and part of the web of life upon our dear Mother Earth

Island Yearning

Island Yearning

Denman Island

You hold my Heart

In the Depth & Width

Of your Rocky Shores

There

Where my feet

Have walked

Canine Friend beside

There

Where my parents

Retired from the City

To return to a life

More conducive

To Living

There

My Father's

 Vegetable garden

My Mother's

Flowers & Herbs

Wood smoke curling

from

Fireplace & Wood stove

 Early Morning Rising

To walk your Beaches

Before

Dawns First Light

Watching

As the World

Awakened

Awestruck always

By your Beauty & Wildplaces

Where there is

Space

To Be

Far from the City

Whose Frantic Pace

Steals our Connection

To Ourselves

And our Space

On this Our Mother Earth

Content to exist

In a Swirl of Chaotic

Ever spinning

Haste

Denman

I yearn for You

The memories

That Live in your Soil

The Two decades

My Parents lived

In your gentle embrace

With Gratitude

I bow to your

Healing Touch

For so generously sharing

Your Sacred Spaces

Your Community

Your Soarding Eagle Cries

With 2 Weary

City Dwellers

Returning Home

To Island Life

Once More

Cassie Hepburn

September, 2010

A poem, A Day on the Shore

A Day On The Shore

Sun's first light glistens

On silken Otter coat

As silently

It slip’s beneath the water

With barely a ripple

To disturb the smooth as glass

Calm of the Sea

Valdez Island

Mist shrouded Mystery

A background for

Chickadees cheerful piping

Oyster Catchers squeaky toy voices

As high above

Eagle's cry

Rings through

The morning stillness

Cedar, the beauty of your beaches

Sandstone carved by wind and wave

A place of Peace

Renew me

How I long to dwell upon

Your nurturing shore

Here in this place that my ancestors

Called Home

Who began their journey

On Canada's farthest shore

Far From the hills and dales of Scotland

I sit,

Their granddaughter

100 years after their feet

Walked upon this land

Sea Lion's curious eye

Peers above the surface

And they seem to wonder

What kind of curious creature

Am I?

Did their ancestors

Come as they do

To watch mine?

Cassie Hepburn August 2010