The bright half of the year has fallen away. Summer’s green abundance has turned to mulch and memory. Now the land exhales, its pulse spiralling inward, its breath sinking into soil. And we, too, are asked to turn inward. To follow the roots into the deep, toward the wordless places within, where the old songs hum in the dark and the seeds of new life dream themselves awake. This is the true beginning. Not the golden uprising of spring, but the quiet beginning, the one that s

There is a space no one teaches us how to navigate. It’s not the beginning. It’s not the end. It’s the middle, the part where everything feels like it’s coming undone, but nothing new has arrived to take its place. It’s the divorce after the papers are signed but before your soul catches up. The job you’ve outgrown with no idea what comes next. The shift in identity after the kids leave, the parents die, the roles fall away. It ’s the ache of becoming someone new, when the o

MY STORY How I came to this work of holding women through change. ​ I come from a family of women who knew how to hold space. ​ My mom was a hospice nurse. She believed that death could be beautiful, that endings, even painful ones, deserved presence, dignity, and love. She was calm, steady, and able to sit in silence with people when there were no more words to say. ​ My sister was a midwife. She caught babies, comforted mothers, and helped bring life into the world with rev

She is not a mask you wear. She is not a title you earn. She is the part of you that remembers. Even when other parts of you forget. She is not some polished version of you waiting at the end of a road. She is the road. The turning back. The listening within. She appears the moment you stop running from yourself the moment you stop bending to please, or shrinking to fit. She comes alive when you speak the truth. She is not measured by how many times life breaks her rhythm. Sh

A Season for Coming Home to Your Fire If Spring is the season of emergence, Summer is the season of embodiment. This is not a gentle return. It is a bold declaration. Summer doesn’t whisper. It blazes. It expands, and it takes up space. And so do you. This is the season when your No sharpens and your Yes deepens. When your energy is no longer given out of obligation but out of choice. When your time, your voice, and your body become yours again. In Earth-based traditions, t

For women, Spring's invitation is not merely to bloom. It is to integrate, emerge, and rewrite.

Spring is a love note to the woman ready to come home to herself. In midlife, many women feel a pull to clear the clutter, rewrite the script, and stop blooming for others. Spring invites us to begin flourishing for ourselves. This is the season to clear the soil of old expectations and plant something new, honest, and free. No more performing. No more pleasing. Just rooted becoming. Raw. Radiant. Yours. “This time, she planted what she wanted, not what was expected. That’s