I took some time for grief this weekend. As autumn begins to unfold, skies dressed in grey and leaves tinged with a brush of russet, I sat in the stillness between what was and was is becoming. Summer has not lingered, and the cold damp settled into my soul, reminding me that the wheel turns relentlessly

Oracle Cards:

✨Sky Bridge: The Shaman's Dream Oracle by Alberto Villoldo & Colette Baron-Reid

🌀The Power of Purpose: Oracle of the 7 Energies by Colette Baron-Reid

✨Selkie: The Healing Waters Oracle by Rebecca Campbell

🌀She Loves: Journey of Love Oracle by Alana Fairchild

Last September I booked a spur of the moment trip to Scotland, a tour of Sacred sites hosted by the incomparable best-selling author and scholar, Kathleen McGowan, a woman of profound magic and wisdom, and to whom I am deeply grateful. Little did I know then that Sacred Travel would become an integral part of my life. A few days after returning from an extraordinary trip to Egypt…

Oracle Cards:

✨Stars in the Sky: The Shaman's Dream Oracle by Alberto Villoldo & Colette Baron-Reid

🌀Waking the Lion: Oracle of the 7 Energies, Colette Baron-Reid

✨Moonlight Enchantment: The Sacred Forest Oracle by Denise Linn

🌀Forgiveness: Sacred Destiny Oracle by Denise Linn

Since 2014, I've had a morning ritual of using oracle cards as a way to connect to the energy of All That Is. It began as a way to intentionally access with my then sporadic intuition, to bypass my intellect and allow a different intelligence to evolve. Nearly a decade later, the cards…

How exactly do I stop running in place?  I feel like I’ve spent a lifetime running, but was it toward or away from something?  Thirty years learning and seeking and healing.

We cannot heal the divides among us until we heal the divides within ourselves. This is the power of reunion. Our source is singular, the all encompassing All That Is. Our expression as Divine beings having a human experience is Duality.

I am definitely a person who can lose the forest for the trees.  I’m either hyper focused on the minutiae or so far out into the cosmic big picture that I detach from what is in front of me.  I get this way with writing, and with delivering my unique medicine into the world.  There are so many things

Just write something.  Anything.  Just write words, just write something.  I’ve been stuck in a mire of feelings, emotional overwhelm, and work induced stress for the past few weeks.  During an extraordinary trip to Cuba with a group of photographers,

Cuba is an open ended question, a story in mid chapter.  The word that comes closest to describing it is juxtaposition.  Brightly painted facades next to decaying buildings, lush foliage and crumbling walls.  Centuries of history stopped in time, the present birthing itself from the mid century when one era ended and what is yet to realize itself began.

I’m always amazed by how much stuff I carry. Physically, emotionally, and in spite of my best efforts to keep my load light, there is a nuisance of accumulation. As I schlepped my carry on tote bag through Heathrow recently,

There is a moment of clarity when you realize that what once brought joy, what once served you, is hollow. The illusion of connection…

Sometimes words fail me. Sometimes the construct of language is not sophisticated enough to adequately express the energetic experience of the soul.

I’ve often berated myself for not having clarity about my gifts, my offering, what it is I am meant to bring out into the world.