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When I am most powerful, I will be unfuckablewith

Yesterday was my 38th birthday. My greatest learning for the day was the difference between one whiskey and two whiskies to a 38-year-old body. It’s big.  I had another big learning yesterday as well. It was about connection.  Three years ago, I was fired and given...

You have permission to be a shitshow

The tears well up in my eyes before I even know what’s happening; the lump in my throat tightens and travels to my chest. “Don’t lose it, not here, not right now…” an unspoken message, a muscle memory of what is allowed and what is not allowed here. The...

I am a priestess

I am a priestess.   A priestess of this land, of the cedar tree, of the waterfall. I give offerings of heart-shaped stones.   My heart.   I am stone. I carry the wisdom of generations. Of centuries. I carry memories of tumbling rivers and lava flows and...

It starts with us. Shall we begin?

This isn’t only about you. This is about all of us. Do you ever get the nagging feeling that things just aren’t right? Do you wonder why suicide rates are increasing and the rates of anxiety and depression are now becoming an epidemic? Do you...

The Witch: Claiming Your Birthright

In dreamtime, the witch came to her. Journey was sitting at the edge of the ocean, dark and churning at her feet. She felt the familiar fear, and saw the wave rushing towards the shore, a wall of water, towering over her. Journey looked up, knowing the ocean was going...

The Wolf: Wolf-Woman, Wild Woman, Forest Woman

A little girl awakens with the rising sun, her brow knit with worry. So much to tend, she begins her day curled in her nest of blankets, dreading the work ahead of her. She is the mistress of this great house, and each day is a weary walking of hallways, peeking in...

This is a spell to bring you back into the spiral…

I hear howls on the wind as dusk falls; it has been blustery today, on the cusp of summer. Unseasonably cool, the air is thick with pollen as it settles in my lungs and lights me up with an inner warning: protect thyself, nurture thyself, go within and see where...

Showing Up

This week I learned many powerful lessons about what happens when you post political shit on Facebook. I tend to be a more keep-to-myself type on social media, reflecting my introverted tendencies. My Instagram feed feels to me like the cafeteria of my middle school,...

It feels good to clear the shit out. Literally.

I am working outside, tending to the land. First things first: an epic dog-poop-pick-up. Cleaning up the last bits of garbage from the previous owners, a shard of glass here, a pile of kitty litter there. It feels good to clear the shit out. Literally. Now the bunch...

There is no place but this place.

Today was a long day, filled with beautiful contrast of the things I am letting go and the things I am embracing more and more. I emptied the garbage with gratitude, read stories to women that awoke memories in their bones, stifled about 6 yawns in a single session. I...