Gigi Young’s Spirit Guides
I was born and raised in a quiet desert valley between the jagged peaks of the rocky mountains in British Columbia, Canada.
I was the little girl who carried tarot cards in her backpack and loved ghost stories more than Robert Munsch.
I was the kid who would pretend to cast spells and talk to fairies in the garden. I simply did not see or feel the same world that other people did.
I remember waiting until nightfall to finally come alive and climb up the cliffs, trying with each step to get closer to the hum of the stars.
There was something about that vast glimmering sky that made my heart vibrate with the only sense of home that felt real.
I would come home and fall asleep to the hissing and chattering of sprinklers that were watering the peaches, pears, and apples that grew behind the house. VIA MOONBIRDBLOG