Earth Moon Magick

10/13/2026

How many weeks can we eeeeek out a stretch and sound??

I still have some spot open for tomorrow.

Stretch & Sound continues through October, and as the evenings get darker a little earlier, we’re shifting our Wednesday start time to 7:00 PM.

A little mindful movement, sound bath, candlelight flickering through the greenhouse and the sounds of fall settling in around us. Honestly, this is my favorite time of year out there.

Wednesdays at 7 PM | $25

You can sign up on my website, or just shoot me a message and I’ll add your name to the list.

Come get cozy with me.

🤎

10/09/2026

Well…I/we survived adding an a new ridge cap.
All is well, no tears were shed…. Just the cries of my skin as those stupid little black bugs burrowed into my flesh.
F those things.

10/08/2026

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10/07/2026

Something has been coming up a lot for me lately in conversations.
I think I finally found better words for something I’ve struggled to explain. I’ve voiced my discomfort with the “love and light” side of spirituality many times. And looking back, I don’t think I’ve always explained it properly.
Because I’m not against love and I’m certainly not against light.

I think what has never sat right with me is the idea that light is somehow more sacred than darkness. That healing should always look peaceful. That forgiveness is the destination.
That anger is something to rise above. That grief needs to become gratitude. That painful experiences need to reveal their purpose before we’re allowed to simply say: “well, that fu***ng hurt.”

Sometimes there isn’t a higher perspective we need to find.
Sometimes something was unfair.
Sometimes someone caused harm. Sometimes we are angry.
Sometimes we are grieving.
Sometimes we don’t know what any of it means yet AND I don’t think sitting in those truths makes us less healed, less spiritual or less evolved.

Maybe it simply makes us human.

There is beauty in grief, but grief is still brutal. There can be wisdom in an ending, but we don’t have to be grateful for what broke our hearts. There can be medicine in anger without immediately transforming it into forgiveness and there can be darkness without rushing to turn on the damn light.

Maybe that’s the piece I’ve been trying to name. I don’t want a spirituality that teaches us how to escape our humanity. I want one spacious enough to hold all of it.

And then I thought about my greenhouse at night…somehow the darkness is part of what makes it beautiful. The candlelight doesn’t eliminate the dark. It flickers inside of it. The shadows remain. You can still feel the night pressing against the glass. The light and the darkness are allowed to exist together.

Maybe that’s what I’ve been trying to say all along.

Sometimes the most sacred thing we can do is sit with what is true without demanding that it become something prettier.
And maybe that’s what I mean when I say I’m drawn to the darker places. Not darkness for darkness’s sake but making the darkness beautiful without pretending it isn’t dark, not just replacing it with light.

Just maybe bringing enough light to see what’s actually there.

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10/05/2026

Yesterday the greenhouse held a different kind of gathering.

A lovely little baby shower to celebrate the sweetest new soul making his way into our family.

There’s something about watching your family grow that gets me right in the heart. My babies growing up, building lives of their own… and new little babies coming along for all of us to love.

Yesterday was simple and beautiful. Family and friends gathered close, laughter, tiny baby things, and the greenhouse filled with so much love.

My heart feels very full.

🤍

10/05/2026

Stretch & Sound continues through October, and as the evenings get darker a little earlier, we’re shifting our Wednesday start time to 7:00 PM.

A little mindful movement, sound bath, candlelight flickering through the greenhouse and the sounds of fall settling in around us. Honestly, this is my favorite time of year out there.

Wednesdays at 7 PM | $25

You can sign up on my website, or just shoot me a message and I’ll add your name to the list.

Come get cozy with me.

🤎

10/01/2026

This is the rhythm of my life….

Tonight felt like remembering something.

The greenhouse glowing through the trees. Candlelight flickering against old glass. Music moving softly through the dark. People breathing, stretching, settling back into themselves.

Nothing hurried.

Nothing asking to be more than it was…Just this slow, deep kind of night that somehow reaches places in you that words usually can’t.

And after everyone left, two friends stayed.

We lingered in the candlelight. Talked. Laughed. Made wishes to the moon.

And I felt something in me fill back up.

Making beautiful spaces.
Sharing them with people I love.
Letting the night unfold slowly enough that I can actually feel my own life while I’m living it.

Magic.

🤍

09/30/2026

Who designed this thing and didn’t tell me id be vacuuming ceilings multiple times a year… 🤨

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09/29/2026

I wrote recently about how hard it’s been to reconcile who I’ve always been…the woman who could push through, create, accomplish, keep going..with the version of me who simply doesn’t have access to that same energy right now.

And I think something in me is finally beginning to understand that the answer isn’t to push harder.

It’s to tend differently.

I’ve felt myself being called back into the practices that nourish me. Back into my body. Back into good food and slow mornings. Root vegetables and warm soup simmering all afternoon. More water. More rest. More time outside. Less expectation that I should somehow be operating exactly as I did before grief and change moved through my life.

Today, on a rainy, dreary day that feels like medicine all by itself, I started making a pot of beet soup and when I cut open this beet… a heart!!

Of course it was.

Maybe coincidence. Maybe Spirit. I don’t really need to know anymore.

It just felt like a tiny confirmation:

Come back to the roots.
Come back to nourishment.
Come back to the body.
Come back to the heart.

Maybe this transition isn’t asking me to become more, it’s simply it’s asking me to take better care of what’s already here.

❤️