Over these last months, I’ve been thinking a lot about violence. Not only the violence around us, but the energy of it that we can find living within. We are witnessing incredible violence in our country right now—open, brutal, without apology. And today I speak of the violence that turns inward, the kind that takes root inside of us when we live in a culture built on domination.

The long history of violence in this country, and the unvarnished expression of it we are witnessing now, has me reflecting back over the last ten years of my own healing and undoing. For years, I have been consciously untying the knots and daggers of patriarchal oppression and supremacy that run through the fabric that I am. I have been examining my own automatic thoughts about others. And about myself.

The days leading into this February have been heavy.

I am writing to you from a country in rupture.

I don’t have tidy words today. I have honest ones.

What we are witnessing right now is not abstract. Harm is happening in real time. Innocent people are being hunted, families are being torn apart, and fear is being used as a tool of control. Many of us are carrying grief, rage, numbness, and exhaustion all at once. I want to say clearly: I will not pretend this is business as usual.

I also refuse to believe that despair is the end of the story.

January Greetings! 

As this new year opens, I’ve had Jude Black’s new album, Guided by Her Memory playing on repeat. Her voice, deeply strong, aching, luminous, has been a healing salve for places in my legacy fabric that I haven’t quite been able to stretch into until now, past and present at once.

Legacy is something I’ve been expanding my relationship with. It has always landed differently for me. Legacy is powerfully tied to what we pass onto the next generation, and children were not part of this life’s blueprint for me. And my husband and I are both only children. No progeny in our bloodlines. There is something tender and profound in that. A sense of completion, of an ending that is clean and whole when we eventually part from our physical forms in this lifetime.

December Greetings!

As we arrive at the threshold of December, I find myself moving a bit slower, listening a bit deeper. This season of my life (especially as I navigate the landscape of perimenopause) has been asking me to honor myself in new and important ways. It has amplified truths I can no longer tuck away: the need to understand my own wiring more fully, to tend to the parts of myself I’ve long worked around or pushed through, to finally offer myself the kind of clarity and compassion I’ve previously offered others.

November Greetings! 

As the winter holidays approach, I’ve been feeling the strong current of belonging and the ache that sometimes rises around it. Old stories of not feeling securely attached, questions about how to gather now, or how to celebrate in ways that feel true — all of that can surface this time of year. There can be both a spark of excitement and, just beneath it, a heaviness. For many of us, this season holds joy and sorrow side by side.

October Greetings! 

I’m writing this beneath the October Full Moon. Her light feels like a mirror, reflecting all that’s been transforming beneath the surface. Her light tunes me into a whole new octave of personal integration and transformation. Not the tidy kind of integration where everything clicks into place, but a sweeping, cellular recalibration, as if my old stories, coping mechanisms, and inherited patterns are surfacing not just to be seen, but to be broken down to their component parts, to be composted. This undoing feels both personal and ancestral. As I create space for this to all go to mulch, I can hear the grand lineage of women before me whisper: "We’ve held this long enough. You can set it down now."

September Greetings! 

As we approach the solar eclipse and the autumn equinox, I’ve been noticing my body move through its own shifting weather patterns each day.

In past seasons of my life, eclipse energy often felt like a wild storm rearranging everything around me. But this time, the movement feels inward: an internal overhaul. A reorientation that’s been building all summer, stirring most strongly since mid-August. What I might once have called a breakdown, I now understand as a breakthrough.

August Greetings!

As we step fully into August, I have been reflecting on my internal work around the idea of rest and how it has become a privileged commodity. The pace of our world teaches us to measure our worth in exhaustion. Rest has become a privilege in many cultures, one not accessible to all due to systemic oppression, survival demands, and generational trauma. Over the years, my guides have shown me that rest is not always easy. That it is not always available, and for many, it is not safe to rest. They have reminded me that if I can rest, even for a moment, it becomes a prayer for those who cannot. I've been listening to this month's song by Tricia Hersey on repeat. One of the lines is “only our collective rest will save us.” It's really striking a cord. What if my rest today makes space for someone else to take a sacred pause and exhale tomorrow?

July Greetings! 

Thinking of you with love in my heart as we glide into a new month. In these times of complete dis-regulation, I find great hope knowing you are out there. Carrying light for a new vision for our world, a new dream for our world's soul.

This is a time of the greatest heartbreak and, I also hold hope, a time of great potential. Many of us feel like we’re watching our country move backward. Rights revoked. Voices suppressed. Fear weaponized. It’s painful, enraging, exhausting. With many questions in my heart I have been turning to my guides for messages and direction. They have been asking me to take Hawk's Perch for greater vision.

June Greetings!

As the end of May approached, I found my headspace fogged out and my body heavy. It felt like I was lugging a bag of bricks everywhere I went. These symptoms are typically my personal queue to tune in with the weather, my energetic boundaries, and the astrological happenings. I did some research, and when I learned that Saturn was getting ready to move into Aries, which only happens every 29-30 years, it all started to make sense.

May Greetings!

With May's arrival, I felt a new, personal invitation for deeper stillness and slowness taking root. Typically there is a frenetic energy that comes over me with the return of warmer weather and abundant spring growth, and the revitalized earth has me wanting to busy myself. However, this spring I am finding the need for even more sleep and more time wrapped up in the wisdom of the trees. In this new stillness, I have been tuning into the medicine that May wants to offer me. What I have been shown is a reminder of the power of intentional, deliberate, and unrushed integration.

Late April Greetings!

I think spring has finally arrived in Maine (although it might be too soon to say, as the last snowfall was just a couple of weeks ago). The dramatic weather shifts, and intense collective energy has me remembering my time spent immersed in Weather Shamanism. My studies and exploration with my guides taught me how weather is an energy flow present in everything, even people. Weather is us, and we are weather. I learned that we each embody and tend to our own personal microclimates and how these microclimates contribute to the collective. The exterior weather we all experience can be seen as a direct mirror of how we have been collectively treating each other and the earth. Turbulent weather for a turbulent collective.

March Greetings! 

Wow, last month was quite a journey! I'm just resurfacing from my dance with pneumonia. It was a humbling experience, leaving me with deep gratitude for my body and my lungs. I hope that good health is finding you and your loved ones in this intense season! 

Happy New Year!

As I step gently into 2025, the personal theme I will be working with is emerging - I will be shedding layers of shadow around worry and anxiety. It seems I will be taking my queues from Snake medicine, fitting as this is the Year of the Snake. I have already done a good deal work around managing anxiety and worry in my life, yet their energy has been potent in the last months. The more space I am giving my worry and anxiety to show me its place of origin, the clearer I can see how it has been a ruling principle in my life. It seems like the time is now to turn my gaze to its origin point, to the seeds.

December Greetings! 

I've been reflecting on my time in China a lot lately. Even though it was twenty-six years ago, I can still tap into the feelings and see my experiences as if I'm paging through a photo album in my mind. It was this time of year that my semester in China was winding down, and - camera in hand - I prepared to take a train across the country to explore. The journey promised to strain my pieced-together ability to communicate in Mandarin and the last bits of money I had saved working full-time the prior semester. That trip marked a time where I had made a new request of myself. There was a "now or never" energy afoot at that time in my life. It was like spirit was asking me to lean into Trust and command Fear to no longer immobilize me or motivate me to hide.

November Greetings! 

Just a week ago the U.S. experienced an historic election. One that has marked a new beginning for some and what feels like the beginning of the end for many communities. I've been taking time to allow myself to feel all the feelings that are arising, giving them space and breathing room. Sometimes these emotions are all-consuming and at other times only brief visitors.

October Greetings!

It's been such a turbulent month as we entered into hurricane season, marked a year of war in the Middle East, and as we look toward this winter, marking three years of war in the Ukraine. My heart is full for everyone who is suffering, for those who have had their lives taken, and for those who are left without their loved ones and homes.

Late September Greetings!

I'm writing this in the hours before the Pisces Lunar Eclipse and on the eve of a juicy Full Moon. Feelings are fluttering from one side of my personal spectrum to the other. I find myself elated and then diving into deep grief and moving through everything in between. My emotional experience and the strong Pisces presence made me think of the dual symbols often used to demonstrate the properties of this zodiac sign - two fish swimming in opposite directions or two fish swimming into one another, like the ouroboros.

August Greetings!

I’m writing to you as we close out the second week of Mercury's retrograde, a time when the planet of communication, sensory information, and curiosity asks us to look back, review, reconsider and revise how we’ve been showing up, what we have been committing to, and how we've been expressing ourselves.

Late July Greetings!

I'm sitting writing this at the fever pitch of summer in Maine, a true experience of opposites for me where the weather invites me to be a lazy shade-dweller, and the summer season's spirit asks me to be active. So I have been doing a bit of both, teetering between rest and contemplation, and stepping out doing activities that have been on my bucket list. Both sides of the pendulum have offered me medicine and new personal insights.