Emergence
All my life, I’ve been the caterpillar -crawling, consuming, preparing-never quite knowing what I was preparing for, only that some deep cellular wisdom was guiding me toward transformation. I’ve been cloaked in expectations, in hesitation, in the comfortable familiarity of not fully revealing what lives beneath the surface of my being.
Until the butterfly found me.
It happened in a cemetery where my husband and I were walking among weathered gravestones. My attention was drawn to a peculiar sight-a gravestone that had tipped backward, bearing only the word “Mother,” now reading upside-down from where I stood. And there, resting on this inverted symbol of maternal love, was a Mourning Cloak butterfly.
As I approached, this delicate creature—typically so quick to flee human presence -lifted into the air, circled deliberately, and then descended to land on my fingertips. It rested there, wings gently opening and closing, completely unafraid. When it finally took flight again, it circled high above me, flew forward, then returned to hover directly above my forehead before resuming its vigil over the upside-down mother stone.In that moment of communion, something began to shift. Not as a sudden revelation, but as a gentle unfolding. Throughout that afternoon, as my husband witnessed this sacred encounter alongside me, I slowly integrated what the butterfly had come to show me -that the cocoon I had been forming throughout my life had finally served its purpose. It was time to emerge. Time to unfurl wings still damp with metamorphosis. Time to trust what I have always known but rarely claimed aloud. The full message took hours to absorb, each layer of understanding revealing itself not a moment too soon, allowing me to receive its complete meaning.
Weaving Between Worlds
Here at Weaving the Magick, I’ve struggled to find language for what I offer. How do I describe the way I commune with cosmic forces and nature’s messengers? How do I explain that I can read the language of the planets, interpret the archetypal patterns in tarot cards, understand the meaningful appearances of animals at moments of significance? How do I convey that when I work with clients, I am simultaneously present with them and listening to guidance that comes through symbolic channels many have forgotten how to access?
The butterfly showed me that perhaps I’ve been overthinking this. Trust, it seemed to say as it rested fearlessly on my skin. Trust what you know. Trust who you are becoming. Trust the wisdom that flows through you that isn’t limited to this one lifetime in this particular body.
I’ve hesitated to fully name and claim my work because I’m aware of the histories and lineages attached to certain spiritual practices. I am a white woman of American heritage. My ancestors came primarily from Europe. Yet I find myself guided by symbols, rituals, and understandings that transcend this biographical fact. I receive messages from traditions my DNA doesn’t remember but my soul somehow recognizes.
Is this past life memory? Is this the universal human capacity to commune with the more-than-human world? Is this what happens when we strip away the layers of socialization that tell us trees don’t speak and butterflies don’t deliver messages?Whatever it is, it’s real. It’s powerful. And it’s what I offer to those who work with me.
The Upside-Down Mother
There was profound symbolism in finding that Mourning Cloak butterfly on an upside-down “Mother” gravestone. For so long, I’ve carried an inverted understanding of my own gifts. I’ve turned them upside-down, hidden them, doubtful of their value, uncertain of my right to claim them. I’ve mourned the parts of myself I’ve kept cloaked -my intuition, my ability to move between worlds, my capacity to receive wisdom directly from nature.
Like many who walk between worlds, I’ve questioned whether I have the right to practice what I practice, to know what I know, to offer what I offer. Cultural appropriation is a real concern worth wrestling with. Yet there’s also a deeper truth: that consciousness transcends the boundaries of a single lifetime, that souls carry memories across thresholds, that wisdom belongs to no single culture but to the earth herself.The butterfly’s message was clear in its actions if not in words: It’s time to turn understanding right-side up. Time to remove the cloak that has both protected and hidden the essence beneath. Time to trust that what emerges after transformation is exactly what is meant to be.
Trust as Pathway
What struck me most about my cemetery messenger was its complete trust. This tiny, delicate being approached me without fear, touched me with complete surrender. In witnessing this trust, I remembered how to trust myself.How long had it been since I’d trusted so completely? Since I’d approached life with wings open, vulnerable yet unafraid? Since I’d surrendered to the currents that carry me, knowing I would be held?
The butterfly seemed to whisper: *Let your wings dry right here in the sun, the time for flying is upon you. So rest now sweet love, you incredible depth of a being, carrying the paradox of mourning and celebration, for all that is, never was, could have been, and will be.*
This is the wisdom I now embrace as I step fully into my work at Weaving the Magick -that trust and rest are not opposed to action but its necessary foundation. That emergence requires both surrender and strength. That flying comes after a period of stillness when we allow our new forms to stabilize.
What I Offer
After years of partial hiding, of uncomfortable positioning between worlds, of trying to find language that both honors traditions and acknowledges my direct experiences, I am finally ready to rename what I offer:
I am a guide for those who sense that nature is speaking to them but aren’t sure how to listen.I am a translator between worlds—the seen and unseen, the known and remembered, the present and ancestral.
I am a weaver of connections between your everyday consciousness and the wisdom your soul has gathered across many lifetimes.
I am a mirror reflecting back the gifts and knowing you already carry but may have forgotten how to access.
I work through:
**Astrological chart readings** that reveal the cosmic patterns influencing your life journey, personality, and soul purpose through the language of planets and celestial bodies-
**Tarot card interpretation** that unlocks archetypal wisdom and symbolic guidance relevant to your specific questions and life circumstances-
**Intuitive readings** that draw on nature’s symbols, cosmic messages, mythology, and direct guidance from what some might call spirit guides and others might call aspects of higher consciousness-
**Past life pattern recognition** that helps identify recurring themes, gifts, and challenges your soul is working with across multiple incarnations
I don’t claim to work within any specific cultural tradition. Rather, I work directly with the language of symbol, synchronicity, and cosmic patterns that predates all human constructs of meaning. I work with the wisdom that planets have always offered through their movements, that archetypes have always revealed through tarot imagery, that mythology has always conveyed through its timeless stories, and that the natural world has always shared with those who pay attention.
Between Mourning and Celebration
The Mourning Cloak butterfly carries in its name and nature the dual aspects that I’ve come to embrace in my work and life -the grief and the joy, the letting go and the welcoming in. Its dark wings remind us of the shadows we all carry, while its cream-colored border suggests the light that surrounds this darkness.
I have mourned the years spent hiding, the disconnection from fully embodying my gifts, the hesitation born of doubt. Yet I also celebrate the path that led me here, the careful preparation that ensured I would be ready when the time came to emerge.
This balance -between mourning what is passing and celebrating what is becoming -is central to the transformational work I facilitate. We cannot become without also un-becoming. We cannot step into new forms of power without releasing old identities that no longer serve.
An Invitation
If you’ve read this far, perhaps you too are sensing a call to emerge from what has cloaked your deepest knowing. Perhaps you too feel caught between worlds -not fully at home in mainstream consciousness yet uncertain how to name or claim the alternative. Perhaps you too receive messages from unexpected messengers that others might dismiss as coincidence.
I invite you to trust these experiences. To trust yourself. To trust the wisdom that flows through nature’s communications with you, even when language fails to fully capture their meaning.
Working with me isn’t about adopting any particular spiritual framework or terminology. It’s about remembering how to translate the language you were born knowing -the language of planetary aspects and tarot symbols, of butterfly landings and cosmic alignments, of dreams that feel more real than waking and synchronicities too precise to be random.
It’s about recognizing that the mother archetype -whether found in a cemetery stone, in your biological lineage, in your own nurturing capacity, or in the earth herself -offers wisdom about trust, about protection, about the paradox of holding on and letting go.
Most of all, it’s about allowing yourself to fully emerge from whatever cocoon has held you, to rest in the sun while your wings dry, and then to fly in the unique pattern only your soul knows how to trace.
The messenger has delivered Its truth. The mother stone has been witnessed, even in its upside-down state. The cloak that once concealed now transforms into wings that reveal.
It Is time.
*Kelly Fox is an astrologer, tarot reader, and intuitive guide at Weaving the Magick. She works with clients who are awakening to their own capacity to receive wisdom from cosmic patterns, archetypal symbols, and the depths of their own souls. To learn more about working with Kelly, visit the services or course tabs or contact her directly at Kelly@weavingthemagick.com*