Something happened on a rock in the Little Karoo earlier this year and I am so excited to share it with you…

It all started with Tesla.

If you know me, you will know I have always been a collector of words and numbers -the two languages that have loved me back my whole life!

At the beginning of this year, Lance and I moved to Big Sky country in the Little Karoo along with with our five darling furkids. I have shared their little personalities with you, in stories on this page.

We live on a 1600 hectare ranch, we named Dream Karoo, overlooking the Swartberg mountains. It is vast. It is still. And there is a special kind of quiet to this land that climbs into your bones.

One afternoon, I went for a walk. I sat on a boulder at sunset, watching the sun spill across the open veldt and the valleys below me.

It was incredibly quietโ€ฆ and yet everything felt more alive than my eyes could physically show me.

Then Tesla arrived. As though his words were spoken exactly for that moment in my life.

โ€œ๐™„๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™š๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™  ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™ข๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง๐™œ๐™ฎ, ๐™›๐™ง๐™š๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ฎ, ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ซ๐™ž๐™—๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.โ€

I had read those words a hundred times.

But this time something had shifted.

The numbers stopped being numbers. They began speaking to my heart.

What came next is difficult to describe in language that stays in the mind.

Maybe you understand what I mean. There’s that in between spaceโ€ฆ where you are not thinking, and you are also not asleep. A space where knowing slips in anyway.

In that dreaming state, I was shown a field.

As a metaphor.

A living, breathing field of frequency that surrounds each of us, all the time. A field we move through every single day. Even when you are busy. Even when you are distracted. Even when you forget to listen.

We are being met by it continuouslyโ€ฆ and this field is always communicating.

I sat there on that boulder long after the sun had gone down.

Because the field began to speak.

And what it showed me next is the reason I am sharing this with you.

SharynAnn

Something happened on a rock in the Little Karoo earlier this year and I am so excited to share it with you…

It all started with Tesla.

If you know me, you will know I have always been a collector of words and numbers -the two languages that have loved me back my whole life!

At the beginning of this year, Lance and I moved to Big Sky country in the Little Karoo along with with our five darling furkids. I have shared their little personalities with you, in stories on this page.

We live on a 1600 hectare ranch, we named Dream Karoo, overlooking the Swartberg mountains. It is vast. It is still. And there is a special kind of quiet to this land that climbs into your bones.

One afternoon, I went for a walk. I sat on a boulder at sunset, watching the sun spill across the open veldt and the valleys below me.

It was incredibly quietโ€ฆ and yet everything felt more alive than my eyes could physically show me.

Then Tesla arrived. As though his words were spoken exactly for that moment in my life.

โ€œ๐™„๐™› ๐™ฎ๐™ค๐™ช ๐™ฌ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™ฉ ๐™ฉ๐™ค ๐™›๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™จ๐™š๐™˜๐™ง๐™š๐™ฉ๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™ฉ๐™๐™š ๐™ช๐™ฃ๐™ž๐™ซ๐™š๐™ง๐™จ๐™š, ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™  ๐™ž๐™ฃ ๐™ฉ๐™š๐™ง๐™ข๐™จ ๐™ค๐™› ๐™š๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ง๐™œ๐™ฎ, ๐™›๐™ง๐™š๐™ฆ๐™ช๐™š๐™ฃ๐™˜๐™ฎ, ๐™–๐™ฃ๐™™ ๐™ซ๐™ž๐™—๐™ง๐™–๐™ฉ๐™ž๐™ค๐™ฃ.โ€

I had read those words a hundred times.

But this time something had shifted.

The numbers stopped being numbers. They began speaking to my heart.

What came next is difficult to describe in language that stays in the mind.

Maybe you understand what I mean. There’s that in between spaceโ€ฆ where you are not thinking, and you are also not asleep. A space where knowing slips in anyway.

In that dreaming state, I was shown a field.

As a metaphor.

A living, breathing field of frequency that surrounds each of us, all the time. A field we move through every single day. Even when you are busy. Even when you are distracted. Even when you forget to listen.

We are being met by it continuouslyโ€ฆ and this field is always communicating.

I sat there on that boulder long after the sun had gone down.

Because the field began to speak.

And what it showed me next is the reason I am sharing this with you.

SharynAnn

Notes from the Field
Little Karoo, South Africa