🍂 Functioning on the outside. Untethered underneath. Heartbreak. Soul ache. Grief that won't stay in its lane. All piling up until you j u s t. c a n 't. b r e a t he . Women carrying this kind of grief — the unlabeled, the unwitnessed, the relentless pile-up of it — require more than a mindset shift or a luxurious day spa. Because when your life tilts over without your permission, it's not just your plans that fall apart. It's your sense of who you are. So if you feel all goo'd up like a caterpillar in a cocoon, I'm your gal — I'm both the stick that holds you, and your guide through the goo — so you can emerge intact when you're ready to move rooted through the world again. With more than a decade guiding women through these hard in-between seasons —and navigating more than one of my own—my work is the bridge through the in-between your soul has been waiting for. I live on the Olympic Peninsula —just around the bend from my beloved Lake Crescent— with Blue and Micky (the dogs), Katniss and Rue (the cats), Justin (the semi-retired fisherman), and an opinionated herd of elk who insist my lone pear tree is theirs. Signature offer: For women longing for time, stillness, and a guided reset in nature, I offer Wildwoven VIP Getaways at my family’s cabin on Lake Crescent—three to five days of deep, transformative work held by the land I call home. Simply reply to ask for more details. I also offer traditional 1:1 coaching packages, pilgrimages and retreats and other group programs, and self-paced support for women who want to move at their own rhythm.🍂
Share
She did my makeup at 6am. đź’„I'd known her a year. Via Zoom.
Published about 1 month ago • 4 min read
At 7am Wednesday morning, I knocked on Jennifer's door in Glen Rock, New Jersey. I'd just Ubered over after a red-eye from Seattle to Newark — and that red-eye came after cleaning the cabin to get it ready for its next guests, a 2 hour drive to the ferry, a hike up to 3rd Street from the ferry dock, and a train to SeaTac. Let's just say it was a very long day, and although I'd dozed a bit on the plane, I was exhausted. Jennifer and I met via Zoom a year ago, through a professional program for...
Subscribe to keep reading
This post is free to read but only available to subscribers.