Dear friends, I hope this letter finds you well and thriving, even in these initiatory times of death and crisis. I am filled with a strange sense of magic at the threshold of beginning a time of wandering and pilgrimage that Mystery is inviting me into. It is time to step onto the path of the nomad, the bard, the storyteller and ritualist who travels along the web, following the threads of resonance and calling songs of Earth. Tracking the Ecotone of Desire - the place where

Or, how to find our way in the dark, when the ground has disappeared... It has been a while since I have written. I find myself in the depths of an alchemy that is a shaking me apart, tumbling down old ways of being, cracking me open even more fully to my way of loving the world. “Surrender anything that is not me, to become me”, says my Soul. Which means in this iteration, that every sense and semblance of home has been ripped out from underneath me. I enter a threshold of b

I have been thinking lately about what brings me alive and also what Earth is longing for from me and through me. I have been feeling...

There is a gathering sense in my body, a shift of somatic gnosis that signals a message getting stronger. It begins wordless, as a...