"Last year I abstained, This year I devour - without guilt which is also an art." - Margaret Atwood This year, my insatiable desires will be devoured by my wild and ravenous soul. This year is all about coming alive - resurrection. I am a mystical...
I've always held a close connection to trees. You may well remember the year I became obsessed and wrote so many stories (like Grandmother Willow) and concepts - I even wrote an entire coaching program around the acorn and the mighty oak. This was the...
While I know we just completed Winter Solstice and Imbolc is still a month away, if you look close enough, you will find new life beginning to emerge. My heart skipped a beat this morning at these baby buddings breathing new life for all. That's the...
And the day came when the raven stole the moon...
I've been thinking a lot about how writers bleed words in ink; the artist in paint. The photographer behind the lens. The one who molds clay between the palms of their hands. I've noticed a common link with all creatives - we all feel so...
I've been feeling a huge resistance to those who are always posting about upleveling and spirituality and yet never show their own open wounds and scars. I want real. I want raw. I want to see your vulnerability - not your staged highlighted reel. I don't...
Ok My Loves, I am sharing a sample of my writing that I am submitting for the fiction series. As this is a very new genre for me, I would really love some feedback as to whether you are drawn in and eager to read...
I've had a migraine for two days. This monster doesn't live in my head and rarely visits. Yet, over the past two days, it's taken up residence. Banging around in my brain, wrecking havoc on my sinuses, blinding me to light, and doing somersaults in...
"Beware the one's whose souls are made of autumn." - Ann Marie Eleazer My soul has been feeling heavy - red leaves fallen under sleet of rain. The veil is thinning and I have come undone. This is my 9th year - my year of death...
Fireflies and Fairytales I want to live on the edge of the world surrounded by forest and stream. I will foretell of fortunes and write poetry and novels from a nook in a cave before napping with the wolves. I will brew elderberry syrup while arnica...