The day I met my Witch Wound
Back in 2009, when I first moved to Portland and first began to put myself out there as a fledgling massage therapist, I started to develop some right upper leg and hip pain. I didn’t think a lot of it, and it would come and go over the years, sometimes screaming at me loudly and other times quiet and in the background. It was pretty silent for a few years and then started up again maybe 8 years ago, so loudly that I was concerned.
For the Witches: My Favorite Definition of Magic
Our effectiveness in this 3D existence lies in how deeply and fully we can embody ourselves here. And I've found that Earth beings want us
The Magic of the World
I was having a conversation with a dear friend last week about synchronicity. She was recounting the story of a beautiful experience to...
Magic disappears when you think you know everything
The other day, I stood beneath a tree looking dazzling in her red gown, as I listened to the raindrop sounds of the leaves falling to the...