The Work

About the Work

This work is a living being with wings, who I hope always to know, love, and tend. It is not just created by myself, it is birthed by many, as I heal, and listen, channel and tend my own ancestral lines. It is new cosmologies, it is old cosmologies.

It is created by you too, and the stories & healing that you bring to love.

These ether pages describe work of Collective Rituals & Gatherings, classes of Magick, Remembering and Journeying, and personal sessions of Healing, Mentoring and personal Ritual.

All of these golden threads were spun here into a cloth that has helped me to heal tremendously. I believe that we all have our own fingerprint journeys of navigating life, love, pain, laughter, joy. For me, it has been deep solid cycling, weaving, spinning, returning, trying again, true work. It is always an honor to have the threads interweave with others, and to heal even further.

If this is you, welcome.

We begin with the ancient knowings of of your own grand ones, ancient ones, within our blood, memories and knowings. We search from within, and beyond those parts of us who have learned to keep running across the planet, taking and stealing. We work to remember, how to stay still, and treat these bodies, ourselves and the lands where you love, this place, like you intend to stay, honor, offer song, reciprocity and respect. This work is about healing your words, tending your cursing ways, listening through different winds, walking lines that have been forgotten, calling yourself home, to find treasures, stories, songs and seeds.

To begin, even with threads which have been broken and burned, colonized, oppressed, hidden, is still a gorgeous event. To learn how to offer from within, a gift and a responsibility.

Embodiment as Healer

In all of the learning/listening I have had the privilege to do while living here on this planet, which includes the healing holding of 1000s of humans and their bones, their hearts, their nervous systems, their stars singing across their bodies, in my two hands…

I have found that, very counterintuitively, in many current healing paradigms, the body can be neglected, whenever magic or journey arrive on the scene.

She has been taught by colonized minds to be hated, disowned, dismissed for the journey, the high of the hallucinogenic experience, or a constant drive to ‘clear and cut out’ the past.

When body begins to be welcomed home, her wisdom revered, her thoughts decolonized, she can be remembered also as breathing living ritual, full of magic, wisdom, joy, and essentially a divination tool for your life.

She can support us in remembering stillness, planting, honoring and stopping the flee, flight, freeze and fawn that are deep in the bones, also with our grandparents, and other ancient ones across our lines and the planet, who were often persecuted for such magic and freedom.

In this work, we want to tend body from the inside out, listen deeply, and then lovingly adorn her with that which brings out your true smell, your true song, your beauty in your walk, your truest choices.

The medicine accumulates, as you tend. She then learns how to remember her place, and tend, the Lands, the Ancestral Lines, the Songs. She remembers how to journey, and is proud to return home again.

The potency comes from within you, from the courage to arrive, to the layers within, and from there, heal that around you.

You find the tender spots, you heal the lines, you sweep and weave the thoughts.

You find the treasures.

In the Collective Ritual Sessions, you gather with others, you tend your own power, hold your own space, learn to sit together, practice holding your projections, and you respect the power of others.

Your healing of sovereignty becomes a daily working fluid practice of relating with all around us.

We do the work in honor of the original ancestors, the grandmothers, the grandfathers, the lands, our hearts, in deep request for healing, for all around us.

We do the work together, knowing all along, that none of us, hold the answer, but are committed to remember our truths together.

‘Ritual work’, in a traditional sense, is a a deep daily breathing village knowing, that tends the all of yourself, your home, your people, your lands and beyond. It is embedded in ancient knowings and collectively held.

Here in these sessions, we are not doing this. We are remembering something new.

Here, we are beginning from where we have gotten lost, forgotten, where the threads are broken and stuck. Villages, stories and oral knowledge missing, scattered like stars in our bones.

Yet here, where our Soul still remembers, still longs for what sings from beyond, we begin.

Please see the Collective Ritual page for the details, of these cosmologies.

Please see the online sessions page for personal one- to one work, and Online Classes for group learning.

The work, She is deep, She is long, She is true, She is dedicated. If She is your medicine, She will call. You will not be able to ignore Her. She will insist, like a Seed, like a Song, to sprout and grow out of your beautiful mouth into your beautiful hands.

She is Old, Deep and True

‘The Face of Old Women

I am the sea

I am the mountains

I am the light

I am eternal

This confusion is fog

There is light beyond

I sense it and fell its warmth

I move toward it

but not headlong

I fear to stumble,

to fall with pain,

There are women everywhere with fragments

when we learn to come together we are whole

when we learn to recognize the enemy

we will come to recognize what we need to know

to learn how to come together

I know the many smiling faces of my enemy

I know the pretense that is the weapon used.

I have been the enemy

and learn to know myself well.

The one who talks only from the throat

see only with two eyes

hear only with two ears

but pretend to do more

are the enemy

I walk amidst shards

and fear laceration

I must dare to bleed

I must dare to cut myself

to amputate

the festering pain

I will learn to mix

medicine bags for those with faith

I will learn to chant the power chant

I will learn to mix

medicine bags for those with faith

I will learn to chant the power chant

and play the healing drum

I will not fear moss voices

water songs

small fury things with

sharp teeth

or my own hesitancy

I am falling

past star

past time

through space

and my own fragments

oh sister the pain

I am scattered

gather fragments

weave and mend

scattered fragments

weave and mend

In golden light

I recognize the enemy faces

fear of our bodies

fear of our visions

fear of our healing

fear of our love

fear of sisterkind

fear of brotherkind

fear of fear

love is healing

healing is love

There are Women everywhere with fragments

gather fragments

weave and mend

When we learn to come together we are

whole

when we learn to recognize the enemy

we will know what we need to know

to learn to come together

to learn to weave and mend

Old woman is watching

Watching over you

in the darkness of the storm

she is watching

watching over you

weave and mend

Old Women is watching

watching over you

with her bones become a loom

she is weaving

watching over us

weave and mend

golden circle

weave and mend

sacred sisters

weave and mend

I have been searching

lost

alone

I have been searching

for many years

I have been searching

Old Woman

and I find her

myself

~From Indigenous Women of Vancouver Islands, Unceded Indigenous Territories, Daughters of Copper Woman, Anne Cameron