May 5, 2016

Full Moon Solstice Celebration


Monday, June 20, 2016
6:30pm - 9pm
PITA Hall, Plum Island MA


to be awash in Fire & Light.....

6:30pm :: {arrive} Anointment and Full Moon Fire Alter intentions

6:45pm :: {open} Welcome Circle and Blessing

 7pm :: {receive} SoulFire Gemstone Elixir Art and Henna Adornment

8:30pm :: {release} Sunset Beach Walk and Seaside Closing Circle





Full Moon Solsctice Celebration {$64}


This circle is a safe landing, a call home, a wild centering and sacral shimmy into the Fire of your creative spirit. I have been visioning this for a long time. Join me for a celebratory evening of messy and magical heart-centered making as we release into embodied togetherness and full-on joy! 

We will be deep in the love of making, creating collage and mixed media SoulFire pieces using custom gemstone elixirs and paint to infuse our work with both color meaning and personal magic! Wishes and desire are all that is required. I will be your alchemist and guide on this juicy art adventure.

Maria, of Ancient Fire Henna will be here to adorn you with her sacred henna mojo.

A nourishment bar, for yummy drinks and snacks, will be set up to stoke your inner flame.

And of course no gathering is complete without a little take-away treat, so Solstice Alchemy Kits for all.

We will complete our evening with a short walk to the beach (if weather permits), to close our circle under the full moon and light our way into this next season of abundance and illumination! I can't wait to share this time with you.




Full Moon Solsctice Celebration {$64}









May 1, 2016

all is ripening

{the peonies in DC were sublime!}

I am deep in the ripening. There are so many things going on behind the scenes, that I thought I'd share with you snippets of what's burning my midnight oil. This always seems to be the wild way of spring, the last push before summer's sweet repose. Here we go!

My Wish Alchemy enews is shifting to a new bimonthly New Moon//Full Moon format. In case you think I've forgotten you, today on the 1st.... look for the next newsletter on the May New Moon.

Juicy Shop update. I am always collecting beautiful things in my travels and wanderings. It's time to share them with you! New goodies will be in my Etsy shop this week... gemstones from the mineral and gem show, natural treasures from local alchemy shops, and one-of-a-kind vintage curiosities I've found and embellished, and new Alchemy Art created with gem-infused paint elixirs! Good things are coming.

Get ready for a May New Moon Brunch. As it turns out, my next Brunch also falls on the New Moon, so happy togetherness in the energy of ripening and new beginnings next Friday! Hope to see you then.

Wishcraft pre-registration is open! There is so much excitement around this new card making class, and I am thrilled to offer my community first dibs on this next adventure. Gratitude pricing is available through May for all alumni and subscribers.

The Inner Alchemy Cards: Elements guidebook has begun to take shape. It looks to be a gorgeous collaborative project due out this summer - over 40 wildly inspiring women will contribute their work! It is 4 seasons and 4 elements of card making mojo with prompts, pictures and magic galore. I hope to have this in your hands for summer beachside reading!

Full Moon Solstice Circle on Plum Island! On June 20th, the longest day of the year, I will be hosting a celebratory workshop to raise energy, connect, and set intentions for this season of heat and light. There will be henna, and making, and loads wildgirl togetherness. Details on Friday!

My next online class, this July, is going to be a deep dive into #exploringyoursexy. Truth & Dare will be juicy mixed media workshop during the season of fire, and in the wilds of your hot, sacral mojo. A little sexy revolution coming your way inside a sacred safe space. Ready to ripen? (Oh, yes.)

And then it's a free fall into some serious summering and rest! I hope we will connect in one of these beautiful ways!








Apr 26, 2016

the next step


compersion: (noun) a feeling of joy when a loved one invests in and takes pleasure from another (romantic or sexual) relationship.

As you can imagine, this is a high ideal.

In the beginning, opening up our marriage was terrifying yet also utterly exhilarating. With any new freedom comes a new level of understanding and responsibility. You have to be willing to plunge into the murky depths of uncertainty and remain grounded in your own sense of, why. You are in devotion to the conversation, and taking on the hard stuff will bring up this question over and over.... why are we doing this?... what are we allowing, inviting, challenging with such discomfort? It is the very same question that comes up in my creative work every single day.

And the answer is always, liberation. 

When you actualize desires and realize you can do hard things, you grow as a human being. When you grow into more truth, more spaciousness, more freedom, your life beings to feel beautifully unfettered and aligned.

With almost 6 years of openness under our belt, exploring and trusting all the ways, a shift of context and subtext in our peripheral relationships has occurred. Now, it feels like they all exist on the same wide continuum of intimacy. There is less differentiation and less need for labels as to who and what. It all becomes about the individual connection with a specific human being. It allows us to be all-in, in our friendships and otherwise, and to follow the energy to where it is most meaningful and good. This is where I can begin to understand the concept of compersion - how it's a shift in perspective more than some crazy from of alternative enlightenment. With our partners, we don't tend to judge or fear the relative closeness of friendships until there might be sexual chemistry involved. A very mono way of thinking, as sexual chemistry is only threatening if you believe that sex=love and love is a finite concept. Emotional intimacy can tip the equasion as well. It's taking so much longer than expected to unravel all these normative myths.

As it turns out, I don't believe either of these. What I've experienced is that sex can be so many different things, defined in innumerable ways, and love is incalculable.

What I also know now, is that the overlap of emotional intimacy and physical intimacy is wildly complex, unpredictable, non-linear and never clearly defined. It is not about what you do with others, rather, it's all about how someone makes you feel that defines the level intimacy. Do they open you up? Do they see you? Do they make you laugh? Do they support and comfort you? Do they making you stronger in who you are?

Physical intimacy is just one expression of connection to another human being. The ways of reaching out is infinite, so it seems. Art, stories, shared experiences - all ways of intimacy.

So this will be the year that Alex and I will finally cross further into the realm of physical intimacy with others. It's taken us this long to figure out if we wanted to go there, if we could go there, and what that means to our marriage and our relationship. It puts us squarely back into our, why, and confinement is what feels most scary of all. This feels like the next organic step, the one to follow all the millions of strides and missteps that are already behind us. And because it's clear that physical and emotional intimacy can't really be compared, measured, or quantified against one another. I'm sure it will be messy and tricky to navigate, but we know what's in it for us, on just the other side. More love. More freedom. More understanding.

Yes, to more. Always.

Compersion is all about being in the joy, and forgetting fear, jealousy, and ego. I'm not sure if it will ever feel that simple, but I understand the gift of that notion and can almost sense the edges of it inside my own life. The freedom is becoming a fundamental part of who I am.






Apr 12, 2016

hands for holding on


Ages ago when I was in school for physical therapy, they told us that when it eventually came time to examine the human body up close the hands would be the very last thing we'd encounter. This is because of their aching familiarity, a quality we often don't notice until faced with their intimate scrutiny. When dissected up close, often a poignant and unexpected humanity is revealed. In this awkward academic proximity to both life and death, at the tips of our very own fingers with our hearts as witness, hands could trigger a flood of stories and sensations because of all we have watched them touch throughout our lives. 

Hands are forever alive with life and memory. 

My grandma laughed when I took a moment to wonder at hers, how pretty and capable her long fingers were, how soft and strong they felt. She smiled, saying that they're simply good for grabbing onto things. At 93, I imagine the utilitarian nature of the body becomes very plain and that the connection of mind-body-spirit begins to differentiate and collide in new and delicate ways. I then placed my own hands against my mom's for comparison, palm to palm, seeing and feeling how precisely similar they are in every way despite there being no genetic roadmap between us, just the language of reaching and connecting making us undeniably a part of one another. Grandma, Mom and I.

I reminded myself while landing at Dayton International last Friday, that this trip would not be about saying goodbye, convincing myself that it is not time yet even though my heart was heavy with this unspoken possibility pressed upon by distance and time. I promised to stay in devotion to living... to, be here, now... in the beautiful banality of iced tea, spring rain, and Scrabble. 

Somewhere in this messy matrix of love and family and faith, while practicing the easy truth of laughter, food and togetherness, I grasped something far more infinite than final. 

Hand in hand, the prevailing perpetuity of life and love. 









Apr 5, 2016

search and rescue



Heading into year 3 of marriage, almost 9 years of being together as a couple, Alex and I hit our first big make-it-or-break it moment after saying I-do. What we learned was probably one of the most valuable and difficult lessons of staying happily married and growing together as individuals, that in order to stay fully present, connected and committed to one another, we had to also commit to doing the work on ourselves. It was not an easy realization - there might have been a lot of kicking and screaming.

This was the year I dove into my first therapeutic process, with a woman named Marilyn in a place I had not meant to find, from a resource list in the back pages of a book I happened to wander into at my local Barnes & Noble. I found a way to begin discovering what I now know to be one of the most influential and formative experiences of my life, my experience as an adoptee. At 25, it was the first time it had occured to me to deconstruct the notion of my adoption experience as being a source of information and insight in to not just my life's timeline of events, but the essence of who I am.

The intimacy of those conversations have been barely tolerable, even in small doses.

To touch and feel the vulnerability of my abandonment, the broken lines of family, and questions like ghosts in a parallel but very real universe I might never know in this lifetime, are hard places for me to go, even within the presence and solid devotion of true family and belonging. I've delved into this story in some ways over the years, touching in and pulling back, following clues to my own heart like breadcrumbs into some mythic fairytale or faraway land that read more like a third person narrative than moments of my own life. I've never really let myself feel those feelings up close.

I'm ready to go back in.

Something shifted for me the other day when I finally allowed myself to realize that this catalytic event in my life, although I was only months old and have no tangible memory of it, has shaped every experience and relationship as well as my deeper underpinnings of love, intimacy and identity.

That before all the love and abundance, the beautiful moments of hope and family and wishes to come, even before the safety and elemental embrace of Mother and Father, my life began as a traumatic event of loss.

One, I see now, I have never fully explored or healed from.

For the first time in my life, I can envision myself as the baby who lost everything she knew, who was hungry and hurting and alone at such a critical and helpless age, from both the perspective of my own motherhood as well as being that fragile human soul... and I can cry my way through an entire box of kleenex without shutting it down. I can truly ache for her. This is huge, because I know I have to feel this loss to fully understand how she is Me, and how the intimacy of finding my way back to Love, again and again, feels like the scariest quest of all.

Like any process of birth or transformation, such a seismic push comes only when ready and not when planned. Maybe I've been practicing vulnerability and building this muscle so that I could eventually circle back here, to this core work, all along. Maybe I needed to learn that I can do brave and hard things and come out stronger and wiser, that it is all worth it, essential even, in the end.

My husband told me yesterday me that something seems different about me. I hope that's a good thing. I hope it's the messiness of all of this stuff coming to the surface and me allowing it and trying to stay with it. The change is that I want the healing and integration to come. I can clearly see how not letting it open and flow will continue to hold me back, how it has already invisibly kept me at arms length inside my own life in a lot of ways and away from the closeness I crave and the love I am learning I deserve no matter how my story began.

It's back to the beginning I must go.







Mar 25, 2016

wild girl life


it is the language of hearts and hands


discovering truth, connection and always something unexpected


over miles, over time, over coffee and sharing


finding wildness in the ritual of words and togetherness 


life as the most gorgeous story unfolding, right before our eyes


cracked open, beautiful and messy and full



shaking loose the gems and planting seeds of possibility


this is brunch alchemy










Mar 24, 2016

the intimacy of falling apart



The saying goes, you teach what you most need to learn.

And so I am learning all the ways inside my own intimacy, unlocking doors, touching the most tender parts underneath, exploring the corners left in darkness.

As it turns out, this kind of inward reaching and deeper connectivity is the hardest for me. I am not good at it. I haven't had a lot of practice of being met there. My walls have always been tall and well kept, not so much intended to keep others out, but more as a way to contain what is within and keep that messiness away from those who shouldn't have to see. It's what I'd always known, what I grew up with, never having witnessed my parents fight or cry, which was so confusing to a girl who had so much of both.

I have always felt a little broken for having so many feelings.

So it was in the sanctuary of anonymity when I went away to college, away from home for the first time, from friends, from anything that felt familiar or what might at all resemble my life, I slowly and spectacularly came apart. It wasn't my first depression, but it was the one that changed my life the most.

I realize now that there is an aching intimacy to coming undone. It's the kind of vulnerability that is the most scary to me - to feel all the big feelings, and to let others anchor you and see you in such an exposed way. It's still difficult for me to share the hard stuff, even in small doses. It takes an immense amount of trust and conscious effort for me to turn that filter off. I think it's why I often crave the shadow side and need the permission of descent every once in a while.

These days I am less afraid of my feelings, but I am still on a wild search for ways to safely touch my naked truth and to let others into that space with me. My sexual exploration and openness has become a huge healing part of that intimacy practice, and it is also these acts of writing that often helps me scale the wall, over and over, building the muscle to be seen. Really, all my creative practices have become breadcrumbs to help me find my way inside. It's talking about my life out-loud that is still the most difficult for me. To offer up that part of myself, the hard, ugly, imperfect parts, will always be a struggle. But I am getting better at it, and I gratefully no longer have to fall apart to go there.







Mar 15, 2016

Inner Alchemy Circle Water Coven :: Emotions


Our next round of card making is in Water, 
and we will be creating a deck focused in the flow of Emotions! 

* brand new cards and Guides *

* daily videos and card notes *

* creating your sacred Water Alter *

 *new ways to use your cards and customize this work for what you most need *

>>> These cards are magic... part works of art and part sacred love story <<<


To see a glimpse of gorgeous Alchemy Cards created in previous circles, look here, or find them on Instagram under the hashtag #alchemycards.


Inner Alchemy Circle :: Water Coven
an online gathering
April 3-16, 2016



{$69}

This circle is for YOU if you're longing for... 

>---> new wild ways into getting messy in creative inspiration adding a rich dose of core creativity to each day.

>---> developing a simple yet powerful creative practice that is rooted in playful possibility and wild and messy inner exploration.

>---> connections with kindred community in an encouraging and inspiring sacred circle.

>---> fierce and gorgeous guides to support you in wise conversations with your own truth allowing you to dig deeper into the magic you already posses.




and moi (of course)


These tools will be our way into our wild Inner Alchemy:

* Creating your own Water Alchemy Deck (28 cards) with daily videos and easy how-to's. 

12 gorgeous Guides, offering up their own brand of alchemical badassery! 

* Alter making and sacred space clearing in the element of Water.

* Fun ways to utilize your cards and integrate them into your creative work and life. 

* Custom Made Alchemy Kit exclusively available to workshop participants for an added infusion of Water.

* Private site and Facebook page for gathering and group discussion, where you can safely dive into meaningful work at your own pace, make new connections, share the cards you make, and receive all the beautiful energy of our Inner Alchemy Circle Coven. 


Trust Your Inner Alchemy


{$69}
Begins on April 3rd! See you in the circle.