I have a confession to make. I am an unauthorized cuddler. I haven’t trained, I haven’t certified, I haven’t been tested or vetted by any snuggling organizations. I’m just out here, being platonic, asking for consent, and seeing what happens like the heathen I am. I’d like to train. I’d like to know 20 different… Continue reading Warning: Cuddlers Gone Rogue
A what? A Temple? Why? A temple is defined as a “place dedicated to the service or worship of a deity or deities”. Our temple is not currently a place, it’s still merely a ministry, but it is dedicated to the worship of the divine within ourselves and each other. Right now we’re people with… Continue reading Our Temple of Sacred Love
We are here to share our love for humanity by offering life coaching, bodywork, massage, cuddle therapy, energy medicine, counseling, laughter, insights, and conversations that bring us closer together. Has the current climate of fear and social distancing left you feeling disconnected and alone? Our ministry was developed to reach out to those who may… Continue reading Our Temple, Your Temple
I submitted my print draft to the publisher and uploaded the Kindle version this evening. After nearly 5 long years, my book is almost in my hands!
I’m constantly inspired by the teachings of Abraham Hicks. They tell this story about their human interpreter, Esther, and her husband who were driving a “monster bus” around the country, towing a small car behind them.
Our healing journey can be compared to many things. I’ve compared it to the sprouting of a seed before. Lately, I’ve been comparing it to the transformation of a caterpillar. Mostly because my current state of mind can be excused and understood when I define it as a cocoon. After exhausting myself by running around… Continue reading The cocoon
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I renamed my church, again. Wait. Don’t go. Please hear me out…
I was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother was woefully undermothered as a child. My mother’s mother was woefully undermothered as a child. These wounds run deep. When I had a daughter I went into hyper-mother mode as proof that I was OK.
For as long as humans have been telling each other stories, they’ve been telling stories about magick. Some of the older stories, when translated correctly, are remarkably close to true. Unfortunately, many of our modern tales of magick are not nearly as true.