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
Before I Became the Dragon, I Was Fairy, Insect, Web, and Wand
Power does not always arrive in its final form. Sometimes it begins as delicacy, as wing, as shimmer, as the barely-there thing we almost dismiss because it is too soft to be taken seriously. But the dragon is not separate from the fairy, the insect, the web, or the wand. The dragon is made of them. This reflection is about becoming, honoring the strange and tender forms that carried us, and arriving with all of ourselves intact.
Innocence as Unclenched Wholeness: Returning to the Gaze
The place where open-eyed receiving, inner listening, and the shifting mirror become language.
When I Told My Body I Loved Her
A dawn body-listening experience became the beginning of Unspoken Letters from the Body, a tender reflection on fascia, self-love, the womb, inner child healing, and learning to hear the body as a lifelong companion.
I Allow My Light to Remember Its Way of Seeing
This image came to me while I was simply being here. Not trying. Not asking. Just present. I saw the light moving through my hair, not as symbol, but as memory, and I realized I already hold all the light that I am. In times when the world feels loud and heavy, this remembering feels essential. I allow my light to remember its way of seeing.