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The world is mid-dissolution and most people don't have a container for it.
You don't lack information. You lack a way to be in the experience without being consumed by it.
Each one holds a secret passage. Find the code inside, enter it here, and a door opens.
A 28-day initiation into falling in love with yourself — not as a concept, but as a lived, daily practice. For women ready to stop performing wholeness and start actually feeling it.
Explore → Coming SoonHarness the power of your menstrual and macro cycles to create, build, and rest in rhythm with your body instead of against it.
Learn more →20+ recipes for mothers, makers, and humans who want to feel something real in the morning. One chapter on giving your kid their own mug and a deep breath.
Explore →The cookbook for people who believe nourishment is an act of resistance. From a homestead in Oregon, where the chickens are loud and the broth is always on.
Explore →22 Major Arcana. 40 Minor across Earth, Fire, Water, Air. 7 Void Cards. Not a tarot deck — a framework for defining the narrative of your own becoming while you're living it.
Explore → Coming Soon73 cards woven through the elements and the Hero's Journey — helping children land in their bodies and explore the world with wonder. Made for a mother's daughter. Now for yours.
Learn more →The generation that's coming doesn't need to lose it and remember. They need to retain it.
A held field for people mid-shift — whether that's a career dissolving, a relationship restructuring, a worldview cracking open, or a quiet knowing that the old way isn't working anymore.
Two calls per month. Support between. No time commitment. Come as you are.
Intimate, high-touch mentorship for leaders, creators, and parents in transition. Part strategy, part recalibration, part remembering who you were before the noise got loud.
12 sessions over 3–6 months. Voice and text support between.
There's a man sitting in an office right now watching a machine do in nine seconds what used to take his best analyst a week. The thought he won't say out loud: If it can do what I do, then who am I?
Continue reading →Most people who find their way to this work aren't lacking information. They've read the books. Done the therapy. Journaled through the frameworks. What they don't have is an embodied orientation — a way to be in the experience without being consumed by it...
Continue reading →There's a version of transformation that gets all the airtime. The silent retreat. The solo pilgrimage. The sabbatical. It's beautiful. It's real. And for most mothers, it's fiction. Not because we don't deserve it. Because the eggs still need scrambling at 7am and someone has to find the other shoe...
Continue reading →One camp is running backward to the land, demonizing technology. The other is running forward into AI so fast they can't feel their feet. Both are responding to the same thing. Both feel the ground shifting. The answer isn't either direction. It's standing still long enough to integrate both...
Continue reading →Did you know your nervous system would become the very fabric that forms your child's connection to the entire world? Did you know the rebuilding would be the most sacred work of your life and that almost no one would see it happening?
Continue reading →I'm a mother, author, and guide living on 16 acres in Oregon with my daughter, our gardens, our chickens, and our rabbits.
I was diagnosed with cancer at twenty. That became the doorway into everything — plant medicine, embodied orientation, cyclical living, and a life spent studying what makes humans actually come alive.
I've built tools for navigating thresholds from the intensity of my own life and used them to guide others through theirs — founders mid-pivot, CEOs in identity crisis, mothers in the middle of becoming someone they don't recognize yet. The threshold doesn't care about your title. Not from a stage. From the kitchen. From the field. From the floor of my living room at 2am with a toddler on my hip.
Everything I make starts from the same premise: the body remembers what the mind forgets. Start there.
Not because I studied it. Because I live it.
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