My way is one of frayed and torn edges, of not knowing the right word, of starting in the middle. My way celebrates the mystery and magic of mistakes. My way chooses real and imperfect over having it all together. I choose process over product.
I am inviting you in to explore and to witness the becoming. You are not a guest here. You are a beloved being who shares some of the same paths with me. Isn't it wonderful to remember that we are not alone in this journey of excavating our souls, of awakening our authenticity, of discovering our wild and wonderful howling story?!
I am unapologetically always a spirit uncaged, a fierce crone-woman on a quest to abide in rhythm with my Spirit wisdom. I am the love of one, the mother of nine, the mi-mi of two. I used to live wild and free near my beloved tree forest. At the end of 2015, we took on the adventure of the hustle and bustle of suburb living, moving back to my hometown. Still, living wild and free will always be my way.