From my salty, sensitive soul—straight to your inbox. Musings for the Moon is a free weekly newsletter to help you unfuck your life, and unleash your magic—one moon phase at a time.
Don’t panic. You’re capable. You’re worthy. You’re supported. You’ve been through bad shit and sad shit and scary shit, too. And every single time, you’ve come through—even when you thought you wouldn’t survive, you clawed your way out of each and every abyss, risen from the ashes of every...Read more
The best time to listen to the universe is when you’re so lost, so weary, so bone tired and nearly broken, that the last thing you want to do is LISTEN TO THE FUCKIN’ UNIVERSE. Sometimes we feel like throwing a middle finger up to these lessons, like, “Bitch,...Read more
I’m not an expert on relationships. I’m not sure I’m an expert on anything, but that’s a discussion for another day, perhaps. Regardless, I’m often asked for relationship advice—mostly because I’m good at holding space, but also because one of my superpowers is saying what everyone else is thinking....Read more
Lately I’ve been sleeping in until 9—a luxury afforded to me since my 13 year old starting biking to school . I’ve been sleeping for 10 hours a night, thanks to cannabis. I’ve been taking it slow in the mornings, drinking coffee and drawing, pulling Tarot cards, journaling, and...Read more
Most of life is learning to heal. From the moment we’re born, we are in the process of healing. It starts with ancestral baggage and inter-generational trauma—so much that hasn’t taken place in our timeline, yet affects us all the same. We inherit the trauma of those who have...Read more
MAGIC IS ALIVE. Magic is a return—to yourself, to Source, to all things earthly and cosmic. Magic is deepening and trusting your intuition; it’s the way you just know, the moments when you think, “of course.” Magic is co-creating with the Universe—collaborating, even as it trolls you. Recognizing there...Read more
The older I get, the more I physically resemble my mother. I look in the mirror, and I see her face. This is complicated for me, because, by my own volition, I don’t have a relationship with her. From my youth I remember her show-stopping charisma—her penchant for adventure—intermingled...Read more