Category: Illuminations
What the Earth is Asking of You
I used to think it was never enough. The efforts I made to help the Earth. The things I did for others. What I had to give. This feeling of not-enoughness showed up in every area of my life. When I worked so late on the computer my eyes began to burn. Or when…
Why I Rewrote my Whole Book
To be honest with you, I had a complete version of my book done over three years ago. Inlaid with all my favorite stories from the natural world, Mirrors in the Earth felt complete. So I sent it to my writing buddy Samantha and waited excitedly for her reply. As soon as she was finished, however,…
You’re Here to Be a Channel
I used to think that channeling was a special, esoteric talent— reserved for only a select few. Then I realized that we are all channeling, all the time. When you sit by a waterfall and feel it rush through you. Or hold a flower and sense sunlight pouring into you. Or when you lean your heart against a…
This Took Me Ten Years to Write
I’m still a bit in wonder that this day is actually here. My first book Mirrors in the Earth is officially available for pre-order! By the time this book arrives on June 28th it will have been ten years since I started it. I still remember that first day vividly. I had taken my tiny laptop to…
Tree Rituals for a Rich Life
I was walking the perimeter of an ancient stone circle when I saw it— a dark grove of trees festooned with color. The grass ahead was flattened into a silver ribbon, a footpath made by pilgrims as they circumnavigated the ancient landscape. Curious, I followed the path straight into the grove. The air was…
Plants Help you Come Home
It had been hours and my newborn daughter was still crying. Her wails had started to fray the edges of my mind, and a part of me was collapsing inwards. Around midnight I tried one last thing. I grabbed handfuls of rose petals, chamomile and lavender to steep while the bath ran. When…
What your Favorite Flower Says About You
I hadn’t stepped foot outside in weeks. Freshly post-partum, I’d been nestled in bed since my daughter’s birth. Since that time we’d already seen several snows, and at least one night when our pipes froze solid, but today the sun was shining. Today, the first daffodils were blooming, and every fiber of my body was yearning…
How to (finally) Write your Book
For a long stretch, the urge to write felt like waking up every morning to a cat curled on my chest—warm, insistent, weighty, undeterred. Yet every time I sat down, I found myself at a loss of how to actually write a book. It took me nearly ten years to figure it out— but in the process I…