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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
Every morning I sit in my favorite chair, surrounded by my plants, a cup of coffee in my hand, sage burning, my phone on airplane mode. I don’t check email or scroll through Instagram. I don’t put any pressure on myself to do anything—and instead give myself a few...Read more
Sometimes I just want everything to fuck right off. I don’t always *want* the drama, the stress, the WORK of having to process and manage every goddamn feeling and energetic exchange. Sometimes I want to numb and distract and cope, instead of explore what’s going on beneath the surface,...Read more
I don’t believe that love is all we need. I need honesty. Loyalty. A shared value system. A willingness to talk about the hard things and stick around when things get messy. I need ride or die people in my life, and that’s not just about love. I don’t...Read more
The best part about being an empath is feeling everyone else’s feelings. The worst part is feeling everyone else’s feelings. As an empath, a healer, and a Highly Sensitive Person, it can be easy to be overwhelmed by other people’s emotions. Before I learned how to manage this gift,...Read more
In every moment you are BECOMING —and in those moments you have a choice: to become who you think you’re supposed to be, based on societal standards of beauty, success, and status—or to become more of your authentic yourself, the version of you that shows up unapologetically and courageously,...Read more
The human tendency to cling to things past their expiration date is a perverse form of suffering that is born from the fear of that which is perpetually unknown—we hold on because we think we need certainty and permanence and all manner of fairy tale endings in order to...Read more
Turn off the TV. Put down your phone. Pick up a book. A pen. A paintbrush. String words together and call it a poem. Slide playfully around the hardwood floor in your socks and call it dancing. Flip a record; listen with rapture as the needle circles the empty...Read more
Misfit. Weirdo. Wild Woman. Witch. Some might perceive these labels as negative or undesirable, but I will take them, wholeheartedly and without an inkling of shame. I am not afraid to hold these monikers as my own, without fear—without a moments hesitation. I have always existed on the fringes...Read more
Rain drops fell incessantly, the drip, drip, drop creating a symphony of serenity, of nurturing…of cleansing. It doesn’t rain very often in Southern California, so when it does it feels imperative to revel in the rarity. I had a teeming agenda for the day ahead that I’d diligently planned the night...Read more
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