The magic and the mundane and the magic in the mundane.

Life's been full to the brim & I'm juuust barely keeping up.

Sacred Heart, has life felt as full for you as it has for me lately? My God - it’s as if a year of slow action decided to crescendo at once… during Eclipse season.

Because I spend about 14 hours a week in conversation with clients, I know I’m not alone. 

There is a quickening. A bursting forth. An explosive sort of blossoming, reminding us that the freeze has melted– what was just recently inward is seeking expression, action and tending. I see it in the full leaves on what were bare branches only a week ago and the dandelions that sprouted up after Sunday’s big rain. I see it in my very full calendar, feel it in my noisy dreams, and in the sprouting of all my ideas I’ve been gestating all winter. 

Also, there is a quickening because… dare I admit it… while I was in Costa Rica, I got back on my favorite drug of choice… COFFEE, after 2 and a half years off of it. I mean, what do you expect of me, perfection!? (That’s me projecting onto you. Because I DO actually expect perfection). But a $4 iced blended Costa Rican coffee on the beach? I wasn’t gonna say no to that. 

Jen and I in Costa Rica - high on vibes and COFFEE and probably a little weed too.

And I haven’t said no, continually, to the beans I brought back. Topped with fluffy handmade whipped-cream leftover from a cake Jen made for a friend– my God, I’ve been indulging. Which also means I’ve been jittery, anxious and low key, angry at the most petty of shit. A real pleasure to be around.  :) I remember why I loved it so much, though. I feel productive and AWAKE in a way I used to live chronically, having 4 cups a day and all.  

Okay, okay, to redeem myself a bit, I haven't had coffee every day. Just 3 or 4 days a week, and have already decided to only have it as a treat on a slow Saturday morning with a meal so I don’t get manic by 9am. 

Back to tea I go, begrudgingly. 

Since I last emailed you, so much has happened. 

Here I offer you the mundane and the magic and then magic in the mundane.

I planned to have already written you about all that transpired in Costa Rica— and I still will, but while I was there I got Covid and spent about 2 weeks with the worst brain fog of my life. I was losing things, losing my words, unable to go on a walk without fatigue, unable to write anything I liked or retain anything I was reading. It really impacted my mental health, honestly.

Taking time off for vacation is sadly hard for me, as are travel days– almost everything about travel it fucks with my flow (also known as an Autistic person mad their schedule and routines are changed). So getting Covid, having to move all my clients around and not being able to workout about threw me over the fucking edge. 

As you can probably tell, I’m not totally the happy-go-lucky free spirited person I seem to be when dancing on Instagram. Change my schedule and watch me turn into a well dressed demon-child.

Me, looking my best at the end of a travel day.

Cute, but terrifying.  

All of that to say, there are a couple pieces of writing about all that transpired in Costa Rica coming, but until last week, I quite literally didn’t have the words or the time. 

This past Saturday was my first Saturday in 8 weeks where I got to sleep in and had nowhere to be, no one to see. It was everything I needed.

Jen and I slept in until almost 10, made waffles, drank coffee on the porch and read our books. We did a little work, burned a new favorite incense, tended to the house, played with Morris. Sunday was much the same– watched Tiktoks of Chappel Roan absolutely slay at Coachella, went to Costco, ordered groceries to be delivered from the local organic farm, organized the pantry, dug up some plants from a friend’s yard and planted them in mine, listened to my fav podcast, The Emerald, gave myself a couple stick n’ poke tattoos and ate dinner under twinkle lights.

the dogwood in my yard flirting with me

It was the magical mundane. The boring, stable moments that make life sweet and livable.

Here’s the shortest snapshot of all the significant moments from the last 8 weeks…

• I danced. A lot.

• My grandpa died. 

• Alchemical Alignment had me seeing snakes and cutting karmic cords. 

• Closed 2 years of shamanic work in Costa Rica & literally lost my mind.

• Covid on the couch.

• Went to the woods with my moon circle.

• So many beloved clients. 

• Graduated from Alchemical Alignment!!

• Won the America’s Coach of the Decade. (Just wow!!) 

• Saw the Total Eclipse.

• Back to work developing The Fortress!! 

So when I say it’s been full… I mean FULL. I am still digesting, resting and integrating.

Below, paid subscribes will find the real-real. Photos not shared on Instagram. Blurbs. Candid personal blog style recaps of the fullness that was the last 8 weeks.