My mother’s body, a safe hold to me; a child who clung onto the soft pillows of my mother’s belly, her thick shoulders carrying generation’s worth of trauma... I could always find a cove of love within the hills of her body. And yet it was a shameful thing to her... a thing that needed to be concealed and hidden behind children and plants and people and oversized shawls in every photo – she stood behind us, the forbidden body’s protectors to which left only her dis-embodied head hovering in the background in all our family albums. Her body was a known-secret that no one could speak of, constan ..read more

I am both, I am all the contradictions and paradoxes that form the shape of me. I am the heartache, the broken, the full and completenes. I am the ‘yes’ when asked whether I am healed or still healing. Yes and both, thank you. I am the domesticated and wild, the nomadic, the homebody. I am the pitted bellied ache and the abyss of joy. I am the yes to all question. I am both. I am all ..read more

It’s no wonder we feel the ache of separation from the web we were once weaved upon and through, the tribe that knitted the stray threads of our pain together with compassion and story. Our bodies, still melancholy for the loss of environment, desperately trying to make sense of a way of life that that grew out of our hands and into our minds, we split like wood, we mourn the loss of an expressive land, of the elder who’s broad hearts carried the pain of the youth, remedied their anger with purpose and ritual, every plant a teacher we were once an apprentice to everything the teachings of the ..read more

Crying over cold vegan meat sandwiches made of salt and love, packed lunches packed with guilt from mother’s longing to give you more than carrots and cucumbers but freedom and space to grow strong and kind, with a heart full of wonder a hope stuffed into a segments of a superhero's lunch box, that your life will be lighter. __________________________ ..read more

It is not the straight and separate road that leads you home but the thorny path that beckons unto your wilder heart that takes your hand and shows you how to belong to it all. It’s rarely through ease that we are shown how to be in this world. More often, it is our Heart that calls us to wander into unknown places and these paths are never easy to navigate. If you are following your heart right now, it is bound to be through unchartered territory and requiring more vulnerability before anything can truly be gained. But keep going... Home, belonging, purpose, joy, love doesn’t exist at the end ..read more

The need to belong blows steadily against our sails. Carving through the water, our little vessels of longing wax and wane with tide and moon. There are handprints pressed against our shoulders guiding us back to our motherlands, stolen pieces of bodies skimmed across the oceans by ancestors passed who wish for us to seek for them by following that feeling of home. Do you have Nordic Ancestry? Would you like to learn more about the ways our ancient heritage helps us heal through life's symbolic & seasonal winters? Join us on the free NORDIC SOULSTICE COURSE ..read more

This body - it feels like a carelessly flung net cast out into open sea collecting the debris from last years storm. This body - this container left with the sediment and leaves that predict a destiny we are yet to meet. What has been washed up upon this shore has been hoarded by this body, hope and certainty pocketed and stashed away desperately into the thickness of thighs and the capacity of belly the density of bones. This body is filled with residue. This body, the tank we pushed out as our first line of defense, now adorned with medals that no one can see but ourselves. This body, that f ..read more

It is from the heart that we feel the ache of displacement and it is through the heart that we redeem our sense of belonging. The same place that experiences the death is the one we are reborn from. So look to where it hurts - place a palm upon the radar that humbles this hand and follow it inward. Picket a sign above this place that says, “to all who pass, there lies in this void both wound and remedy, both split and repair, both fire and frost - be gentle for as I am mending so too am I coming undone ..read more

Everything comes to you, that belongs to you - but first, you must create the capacity to receive it. There is no greater ability to learn, than to receive. Because as long as unworthiness is held within our hearts, we can never truly give what it most healing to the world. We are taught to give - (The archetypal mother endlessly giving herself to her child - The wounded healer, replenishing others - The worker, trading time for wealth) But have you been taught how to receive - without an exchange of worth? It may be as small as an offering of stillness or beauty - or as grand as having the ca ..read more

Choose the lesser hardship. because escaping your pain may create more distance than sitting with it. and ignoring your longings may be more neglectful than following them. and hushing your heart may be more deafening than allowing it to speak. and keeping it together may create more wreckage than falling apart. and all the fears you hold in making the right choice, may be heavier than the simple acts that free them. invite the escape the longing and the fear - not into conversation- but into presence, with you. for the greater famine is in your hunger for so much to be otherwise ..read more