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Everything is so alive in the dead of winter
There’s a peace, yet restlessness, that enters me in the depth of winter. Snow envelops my heart and warms my blood. It feels like an ancient home revealed in the present. I crave its quiet fall, its billowing whispers. There’s a seductive, magnetic hush that reaches...
Snake Priestess Path
Recently, I wrote more about the path of the Snake Priestess and what this means to me. It's something that's unfolding. A remembrance. Ultimately, it's about the mysteries of life: creation, dissolution, and regeneration. (Those words are chosen carefully.) We're...
Eviction: Last Vestibules of Shame
What I’m eradicating, what I’m choosing…
Snake Medicine: A Reveal
I felt nervous to post this photo. I've been sitting on it for a month. I took it while I was doing solo snake practices. Mirror work. It's "too much." "Too raw." "Too exposed." "I'll get judged." But, that's exactly what this medicine is about: feeling those...
You are a Body of Love
YOU ARE A BODY OF LOVE To get here—to where you are right now—much had to be released. This is always the way. It’s necessary to make space for the passionate heart to take root and grow. Perhaps, this year, you've faced challenges that pulled on you and weighed on...
Imagine a Medicine Woman, Wisened Woman, a Mother…
Imagine... A Medicine Woman, a wisened woman, a mother, who claims her sexual power as healing medicine. She’s refined and untamed; she’s deeply rooted in herself and life … and this allows her to become wildly untethered because she knows her way back home to...
I Open to You
I open to you bright heart of fire a storm-tossed song- ancient in telling illuminated in time, echoing from the chambers of hallowed caves, set for these rites, this sacred touch. There, we speak soft words with hard tongues honey mouth languid...
I Became a Priestess at an Abortion Clinic
As a child and youth, I was raised in the conservative, patriarchal Mormon church. But … I grew up in an abortion clinic. And … that’s where I became a priestess. A priestess of transitions who walks the edge. A woman who, for nearly 20 years, stood at the...
How the land supports your writing
We tell new myths upon the lines of our bodies. Each curve, each meadow, each arc of skin supports us to feel our thunderous, magnetic bodies: bodies of voluptuous love … carriers of bliss. Have you noticed that some landscapes and weather patterns evoke emotion in...
Creating Sensitively
This is something many people in my community talk about ... whether it’s sharing/marketing their business in a way that feels aligned with their ethics, being told how often they have to post on social media or send emails, or how they’re meant to write...
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