Category: Seasonal Celebration
May 2026 Intuitive Reading
What happens after the waterfall? What happens when the steepness levels out? When the rush slows? When the intensity is dispersed and the water can finally bend into other shapes? What happens when the waters within us get space to breathe again? We get peace. We get flow. We get river bends. We get the…
Preparing for this winter storm
I’ve got a busy day ahead of me. I need to fill our bathtub with water, make sure the woodpile is stocked, and gather up all the candles I have sprinkled around the house—because a winter storm is officially en route to the mountains, and apparently…it’s gonna be a big one. I used to get…
Quiet magic for the in-between days
There’s something about these last weeks in December that feels both like I’ve stepped onto a rushing polar express—all busyness and bright whistles and life streaking by at colorful warp speed—and like I’m standing at the edge of a quiet wood, one whose snowbank is beckoning me to just…rest. These last weeks of the year…
April 2025 Intuitive Reading
Power, prosperity, finding flow in your life and…cave bears?? April’s intuitive reading has a lot of layers, and I loved every. single. one. After picking this card it’s obvious… we’re walking into this month with so much energy and potential. An opportunity to create the foundation your soul needs to start really moving things in your life. Ready to get the download…
Your invite to Winter Intuition School
I’m feeling a call this winter. Maybe more so than any winter before… The call to go deeper. Are you feeling it too? The pull to go beneath the surface of the world, with all its temporal crises, and touch that which hums underneath it all. That whale-deep body of wisdom that is older than our…
What does it mean to be “in process”?
The earth in our garden is ready for planting. How do I know? It looks like a “mess.” The cozy mulch of winter leaves has decomposed into wet clumps. Here and there chunks of soil push up in a riot of disorganized weeds and the compost is spilling out of its pen, bursting into lawns…
Opening your Doors Again
Last week I opened the doors to my house. It was a glorious early spring day, the hillsides were bursting with daffodils and a robin was singing, singing from a nearby tree. I’d opened the doors in winter, of course, but always in a hurried manner, holding them for a second while I hauled wood in from…
The Center of your Magic
The days leading up to the solstice are a kind of peak— a peak of darkness, a peak in the calendar year, and a peak of activity. And yet, as a sensitive and an empath, I’ve always loved this time of the year for its interiority—the call to sit at the heart of the mountain…
