Category: Seasonal Celebration
Winter Intuition School…Online!
Eight years ago I taught my first in-depth intuition program. In a small living room, seated on floor chairs, a group of us got together to explore the inner arts. The program I developed was an infusion of the most potent tools I use to connect to my own inner knowing—shamanic journeying, dreamwork, channeling, working…
The Forgotten Celtic Omen Days
I’ve always thought there was something special about the days between Christmas and the New Year. The weeks leading up to Solstice are, of course, full of magic—especially when the celebrations are steeped in the earth’s rhythms, herbcraft and mystical lore. But there’s a distinct magic to the week following. The days between Christmas and the start of the…
An Ancestral Practice for Winter Visioning
The most profound wisdom arrives in moments of stillness. That’s why the dark days surrounding the winter solstice are such a rich time for visioning. And it’s also why the holiday hubbub can feel so challenging. This time of the year, it seems like every molecule within wants to slow down. Because inside us is a deep ancestral tug,…
Connect with your Past Life Guides
Who you’ve been holds great wisdom. When we need answers, we usually look outside of ourselves for help. And yet, each of us carries a memory bank of profound inner knowing and experience. What if, every time we thought we needed to seek a psychic or pick a tarot card all we actually needed was to contact our…
What your Favorite Flower Says About You
I hadn’t stepped foot outside in weeks. Freshly post-partum, I’d been nestled in bed since my daughter’s birth. Since that time we’d already seen several snows, and at least one night when our pipes froze solid, but today the sun was shining. Today, the first daffodils were blooming, and every fiber of my body was yearning…
When your Identity Shifts
I woke up and the walls were glowing like canvas under floodlight. Before I even opened my eyes, I knew— it had snowed that night. In the swoop of a single day the whole landscape had changed. The hemlocks drooped as if dressed in heavy silks. Boulders slept under downy cloaks. The creek stood out…
The Feminine Mysteries of Winter
I walked up the fog-laden path. I could hear sheep grazing nearby, but couldn’t see them through the thick wool of the clouds. I knew I was getting close because the air itself seemed to still. Then, out of the mists, arose the mound, an outcropping of stone associated with the most ancient Goddess of…
Who are your Deep Ancestors?
There is a root that stretches back in time. Follow that root far enough and you’ll reach ancestors for whom you have no names. Follow that root long enough and you’ll meet those who hold the memories that can heal our world. When I was first introduced to ancestor work I was taught to…