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The most popular questions I get in intuitive readings are about jobs and the new romantic partner. When. Who. Why. I'm not dismissing those. I've sat on your side of the table, wanting a date I could circle. But Spirit wants to go deeper. So do I. I'm the mirror. Honest. No fluff. I tune into what I feel and sense in your energy field, what your guides and ancestors are sharing with me. Your body speaks to me too. So you ask me when. And your guides start talking about your

This week I read a post about reconciliation. It was a lovely post. It honoured Indigenous peoples. It said our Acadian peoples would not be here without them. Yes. That is true. Our culture is alive today because of our allyship. Let me say this before I go any further. That work is real, and it isn't mine to claim. It belongs to the Mi'kmaq, and to every nation still waiting on more than a post once a year. What I'm about to say sits beside it. It doesn't replace it. …the w

For decades, it felt safer to hide how intuitive I am. The truth scares people… even while they want to know what I see. Only when they're ready to know. Sometimes the messenger feels the heat. You know the saying, "don't shoot the messenger," yet at times I'm at the forefront of their projections. Their triggers. I don't want to live in your energy field 24/7. I stay in my own, best I can. But my dreams don't ask permission. The past few weeks, friends and healers have come

Everyone Wants to Be Part of the Community, But Are We Actually Behaving as Community Members? I've been sitting with this question for months now, turning it over the way you turn over a stone to see what's living underneath it. And what I keep finding underneath it isn't comfortable. We talk about community constantly in this world. the healers, the witches, the ancestral workers, the sensitives trying to find their people after a lifetime of not quite fitting anywhere. We

I was fourteen the first time I smoked. There was a girl at school with too much black eyeliner and a cigarette at lunch like it was nothing, rebellious, unbothered, exactly the energy I needed in that moment. I asked her for one. She gave it to me. That was the first time I met tobacco. It wouldn’t be the last. What started as something casual became a pack a day by my twenties. I quit around thirty, landed back somewhere simple — a cigarette here and there, nothing more. I

(this blog entry lives in two parts, the part that is public and the other for Mystic Marrow..) "Speak louder. Be more confident. Stop holding back." I've heard some version of this since I was a child. Every teacher. Every coach. In every room I ever walked into. And I understand now, they meant well. They wanted me in my fullness. They wanted me to share my voice, unguarded and whole. But what none of us understood in that moment, what my body understood long before my mind

The first time I understood how energywork moves through us… A story from the early days, and a bone that moved on its own. I want to tell you about Barbara. I was early in my Reiki journey, over fifteen years ago now…running a salon spa and offering intuitive readings and reiki healing for chronic pain and other energy work out of the aesthetics room a few hours a week. I was finding my footing. Still piecing together what I'd been taught from my mentor and what I was learni

It's sometimes hard to imagine what you've never imagined. And yet, that's exactly what's being asked of us right now. To imagine differently. To come together. To get a little creative, a little brave, and maybe…if you'll come with me here…a little delusional. the healing power of delusion... I say delusional because this word has genuinely carried me through some of the darkest seasons of my life. There's something about it that I want to explore with you, because I think i

On grief, spiritual bypassing, and the sacred intelligence of what happens when you stop performing okayness There is a particular kind of loneliness in being too real for the room. I don't mean dramatic. I don't mean difficult. I mean the kind of real that happens when grief stops waiting for a convenient time. When the crying starts and doesn't stop, when your body won't perform okayness for another hour, when you literally cannot lift your energy to meet the room you've wa

There's a pattern I've been noticing, and once you see it, you can't unsee it. The approach to healing that dominates so many online spiritual spaces. The courses, the retreats, the protocols… runs on the same engine as hustle culture. The same engine as bro-coded capitalism. Different aesthetics. Same extraction model. Buy this. Go there. Do more. Add this practice. Layer that tool. Optimize your nervous system. Track your progress. Level up your frequency. We've taken the v

There is a moment, or many moments, that lead you to the break. The kind of break that doesn’t announce itself. It just arrives. And suddenly you are on the other side of a threshold you didn’t know you were crossing. I’ve been in dark seasons before. I know what it is to move through grief, through loss, through the slow erosion of things you thought were solid. But January 2026 was different. Something in the pressure cracked me open in a direction I hadn’t gone before. Bu

Is anyone else connecting to these energies…or are most people staying in the love and light version of the divine feminine? Because to fully love ourselves, which is the invitation of her transmission…we have to feel and connect to all aspects of ourselves with love. And that requires us to go deep into the shadow. Real shadow work. The kind most people skip over. I’m not seeing many people share their experiences and conversations around this. So I’m putting mine out there.

Every body has their own way of talking to the mystery. To spirit. To what lives on the other side of what we can see. For me, it’s always been the land. The plants. The animals. The ones who don’t need words to say what they mean. I’ve been living on this acre for fourteen years now. And what I want to do is try to put into words what it has taught me. Knowing, as I say that, some of it won’t survive the translation. When we bought this place, people thought we were losing o

Midnight Magic: A Tarot Deck of Mushrooms by Sara Sara Richard This is the second full moon of May, which makes it a Blue Moon… and that alone is worth pausing for. Two full moons in one calendar month is rare. Something is being asked to complete twice over. Something is being asked to land. The cards pulled for this reading: 🍄 Queen of Cups — Nargan’s Bonnet / Mycena nargan 🍄 Two of Pentacles — Barometer Earthstar / Astraeus hygrometricus 🍄 The Moon (XVIII) — Eastern Jac

I didn't plan to become a reader. I didn't study it first, decide it was my path, and then hang out a sign on the door. It started much earlier than that. As a kid, I would just see things. And say them. And occasionally get in trouble because some of what I saw wasn't mine to know. I also receive things in dreams, and I still do. Just recently, a friend from high school came to me in a dream and hugged me. We were in a big room, celebrating something. She gave the most lovin

I have always been drawn to the fern. Something ancient lives in it. A memory the land keeps of itself before we arrived with our categories and our clocks. I love how it covers a forest floor…not competing, not climbing, just covering. A kind of quiet/…peaceful abundance. A generosity without announcement. Last summer the heat came hard and stayed. The drought followed. I watched every fern on this land go brown, shrivel, curl inward, and die. I watched it happen slowly enou

The dove is calling in the early evening, and just like that, I’m back at my grandparents’ home…surrounded by forest, edged by ocean, nothing but that soft sound filling the air. I barely had the cards in my hands before these flew right out of the deck and into my lap. Take what resonates and leave the rest. Follow your intuition 🐇May 17-2026 - new moon The Six and Five of Cups — the nostalgia Nostalgia braided with regret. As if the love came before the loss. The cards