All Posts

When did you last realise that God had humor? For me it is at least once a week. I like control. I like having my plan. But, the universe is showing me through constant switch ups and conversions that I know nothing and that I need to be more like a babbling brook and less like a rock. The name God is so divisive in nature. I believe the term is interchangeable with so many things. The Universe. The Source. The Center. It goes on but this list does attempt to put name recogni

What a week we have had. What a week. I feel as though I have aged roughly thirty years in the last few days. I did my best to handle the shifts in the world as best as I could. Nuturing myself all of last week. Warm baths with Epsom salts. Books for enjoyment. Food that was bursting with flavor. Things to connect me to my body in the now.

I have always been in awe of women in their power, in their strength, in there mastery. There is something that draws out passion in me when I see a being who embodies beauty, strength, wisdom and grace. By that I mean, when I am in the presence of such a human my body is drawn to act from its highest state.

We just had to get of Ely for a moment. First off, it was my father's birthday. Secondly, we were all feeling a little cooped up and restless with winter coming in so quickly. We decided on a weekend hiking the north shore and getting out of the normal flow of things. We packed our bags and headed East. Black Sand Beach, Silver Bay, Minnesota I am going to be honest this time of this year especially has been really draining on all levels. Is it the pandemic? the election? th

Three things to inspire you to greatness. #1 Honor your body. Your body is amazing. The shape of it. The weight of it. The feel of it. It is a thing of beauty. Every curve, stretch mark and scar are worth your love and honor. They tell your story. Your body has been with you since day one. She isn't going anywhere. You should love her. Here is a practice that I have been doing to honor my body. I take any oil, I have been using shea butter and joba joba oil, Warm it in you

Out of nowhere winter has come. Earlier this year than most, it caught me by surprise as a drove home from Duluth at midnight. The air is sharp. It is real. Winter for me is one of the most real seasons. Its away the flourish and spell. It leaves you awakened and raw. Unadulterated. I don't know if I can say that I am excited for winter. I do know that I can say that I am excited to feel the energies change and all that she will bring with her. I collected my belongings that

Having been here, at home, for a few months now and looking ahead sensing I might be here for, at home, for a few months to come I am learning to embrace the North woods and the life she brings with her. It feels more like home than it has. I feel more connected to it than I have before. The Southern wood that whips past the pines as Summer battles Winter has become the soundtrack to my life. It is like summer passed through my fingers like water. I don't know where it went.

The mornings here have been shifting between seasons. A war between summer and winter. I find myself taken for a trip every time I step out the door. Finding joy in the mundane. I have been tasking myself this. How can I pour coffee and find joy? How can I honor the madness of a mid morning rush and find joy? Even just thinking about finding joy in the moment has turned some of these minor keys major. The last week seemed to fly. Like no other. I guess I haven’t been this b

Maybe summer dragged on too long. Or maybe I just got lost in the post-COVID life I have been building. I am not sure, but the last few months I have allowed myself to drag my soul through the woods. The woods were beautiful and earthen but I am here now at the clearing ready to start bearing my soul again. I have been spending a lot of time creating lately. Not on the boards like my pre-covidian self but in mediums new and strange to me. I have found my voice. I have found m

I will be honest the past six months have been brutal. In the wilderness scrying for the path towards existing. I mean brutal in the best sense. I mean brutal in the absolute worse sense too. They have really forced me to take stock in myself and to hold myself accountable for my actions, thoughts and creations. All of these have had different outcomes. All of which have really helped me add definition and boundaries to my life. With all the wildness that is filling the wor

I woke up this morning after a series of dreams brought on by the the overbearing pressure change as we await the first rain of spring. Its May the twenty-fourth and spring has only just begun here in Northern Minnesota. Leaves are popping and the tulip bulbs are blooming. The first of summer's mosquitos has just hatched. The last weeks of my life have melded together in to a swirl of anticipation of warmer weather and green grass. I spent time away from my homestead isolated

You know what we, the collective, haven't had to do in our life time? Adjust our lifestyles in order to sustain life of not only ourselves but of those around us. When was the last time we had to live with rationed food or quarantines? When was the last time we had to sacrifice our normal standard of comfort and help our neighbors so that we all come out of this on the other side? When was the last time as a whole we had to change our way of existence in order to better susta

I will keep it short today. I feel it is necessary to take a moment for ourselves today. Do a face mask, make a cup of coffee and gaze out the window and admire the view. The speed of the news and the whirr of the machine is enough to drive oneself mad. If you are like I am in this moment , you might be feeling this constant need to keep going at full speed while the rest of the world is at a stand still. Running into a cliffside will not move the mountain. Instead, why n

Good Morning on this day: the first of many. I sit by my fire drinking a large cup of coffee prepping myself for the day ahead. There are groceries to buy, floors to scrub, and silver to polish. Yet, here I sit musing at the murky water we all are wading through. I am here alone, as my parents are off at school already. The sun is just barely creeping over the roof of my neighbors house. What turbulent times are these? What odd minutes fly by waiting, thinking, and being.

Much turbulence has been felt and observed over the last week; week and a half. I know on my end I went through a spell after I was laid off due to the virus that has struck a vein of fear across the world. I felt my train jump the tracks and crash off the bridge. Free falling in. steel box awaiting the crash on the rocks below. This was momentary. Honestly. I really got lost in the hurricane of the news, grocery store raids, and dread that seeped through the air. I know

I am vacationing in my childhood home. I say vacationing because I changed my mindset coming home. Normally, when I arrive home I am a bundle of anxiety and a flurry of sass, but this time I updated my vocabulary and decided that I am vacationing in the north woods. I have to say that this mindset made all the difference. I am finally able to relax see this place for what it is and what it was to me. Home. At the moment it is just my mom, my dad, Boris and I at home. They wo

Just as a quick preface: I wrote this last week shortly after I was lost in the whirring gars of Georgian weather. I have finally gotten back to dry ground. Though the swamp is super saturated I have begun to dry my socks. If I could spend every afternoon basking in the setting Georgia sun I would. Weather had another plan for me. When I moved to Georgia in early January I assumed that Georgian winters would hover in the 60s and be sunny and crisp. Perfect for warming up a

It is as if all the air in my system flooded my mind at one moment pulling me from a grounded presence and stretching my consciousness between the future and the past. A cosmic pull that struck like a dry lighting setting my temporal plain a blaze. I was at the gym in-between chest exercises and I was scrolling through instagram as a ghost from my past appeared. A lost vibration from period of my life that I cut and cauterized. I have been really trying to establish healthy

Two days ago I finished another trip around the sun. A year spent traveling, falling in love, and making questionable gluten free pasta. Twenty-five ended with a steady pulse and a hopeful heart and Twenty-six began at sunrise with a deep breathe and much gratitude. I hadn't really noticed the year fly by between hoping contracts, pursuing my life with Vladimir and reminding my relationship wit God. I had been so busy working towards Being that time ran through my fingers a

It is the second of January and I feel renewed after a hiatus from writing and time spent with family. I finished up working for my friend Steve Barth on is production of “Elf the musical” and made quick pit stop in Ely for Christmas before boarding a flight to Atlanta to begin rehearsals for Mamma Mia at the Legacy Theatre. I hadn’t been home for Christmas in three years and it was good to reunite with my family at this holy time. I think my favorite part of going home for t