Field Notes Blog
Welcome, Traveler.
These Field Notes are gathered from within the living landscape of The Elemental Lantern. They are a collection of personal essays, observations, and explorations of presence, relationship, nature, creativity, place, history, research, and the ordinary moments that ask us to look a little closer.
Some are born beside a forest trail. Some arrive while listening deeply during a presence session. Others emerge through research, old maps, forgotten places, creative work, dreams, quiet conversation, or ordinary moments that suddenly reveal something extraordinary.
They are not instructions or conclusions. They are observations and companions, records of what happens when something catches my attention and I become curious enough to stay with it for a while.
Sometimes a Field Note begins with an answer. More often, it begins with a question.
Here you may find stories of returning, glimpses of relationship, moments of recognition, symbolic discoveries, research trails, and quiet reminders that we are always in conversation with the places, stories, people, and world around us.
Come wander through. Perhaps something here will ask you to look a little closer, too.
Welcome.
There is a lantern burning nearby.
Recorded by
DeAn'Na Medley
Keeper of the Lantern
Writer, artist, and relational illuminator
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My Beginning With the Fae
My Beginning with the Fae
It all began with a stranger, a video, and a whisper from the forest.
In the ache of fresh grief, I found a painted stone that read, “You Belong Here” — and in that moment, something in me stirred awake. The Fae began to dance through the cracks of my broken heart, gently midwifing me back to life with every doll, every offering, every whispered moment in the woods.
This is the story of how Magic returned, how the Forest became my Mother’s arms, and how I became a Midwife of the Fae — as they midwifed my soul in return.