I’m here to support you

in choosing

the simplicity of presence, the sweetness

of stillness, and the sobriety

of self-love.



In All Directions (A Mother’s Day Story)

Seven years ago on Mother’s Day eve, when my kids were ten and six...

“True Fax” on Middle School Drama, Car-Ride Rapport & Deciphering Teen Codes

Yesterday I had the honor of sharing a 45-minute car ride with my...

Turning Towards It

It’s amazing how much Silence can take care of, if only we give it...

“When we are no longer looking to life, or to others, or to our work, or to ‘enlightenment’ to give us whatever it is we imagine we are missing, then we can serve as a beacon of what’s already whole, already found, already home within us all. 

“Vigilance is our return to the flame of our deeper intent—to come home, to rest, to belong to ourselves, to be claimed by love.



Here, without a single thought, or duty or shred of significance— we are enough, we are worthy, we are sacred, and we belong.”

Soul Mentoring

Self-Inquiry & Skillful Mirroring


  • Essential Truth-telling
  • A Cultivation of Stillness & Self-love 
  • Emotional Sobriety  & Equanimity
  • A Release of Personal, Familial & Collective Trauma
  • Self-honesty & Self-respect
  • Forgiveness & Freedom

When we receive true support for meeting ourselves as we are, profound self-embrace and freedom can be realized.

“Jesua’s presence is a testimonial in itself. In dedicating her life to love, to truth, to awakening, she is the walking, breathing, giving extension of that commitment.

When she shines her light on you, you know you have been seen in the truth of your being.

Toni, intuitive, teacher & poet, Fort Bragg, CA

“When I am looking for sober clarity and sweet inspiration, I turn to Jesua.

She breaks open my heart; illuminating how every moment, no matter how difficult, is fodder for growth, part of our holy human curriculum.

Jesua is a teacher for this modern era, a guide for these troubling times when we must ask ourselves how to live an awakened life in the midst of so much that seems to be going wrong.”

—Sylvia Benito, wealth manager, author and medicine woman, Miami, FL


“Jesua is a truly extraordinary woman a bright shining star, leading the way Home. She teaches as she lives: with clarity, intelligence, heart and humor…”

— Gangaji, world-renowned spiritual teacher and author

Ceremonial Immersions

1-5 Day Custom-Designed Container

For Individuals, Couples, Families, Groups


What a gift and privilege it is to have a safe container and a holy chunk of time to go deep within, to be still and truly listen, so we might discover and powerfully choose the insights, directives and life-changing visions our hearts and souls are calling for.

    Writing As Medicine

    A 6 Week Writing Group 

    Weekly Meetings May 11th-June 22nd

    The deepest purpose of this writing group is to provide a sacred, creative space in which we can fall more deeply in love with our Muse, with Silence, and with the art and medicine of skillful truthtelling.

    Writing As Medicine serves, invokes, and celebrates writing as a healing, awakening, transformational practice through which we can embody and transmit our authentic, intelligent voices into our world.

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    The Potent Gem of “I Love Myself”

    The Potent Gem of “I Love Myself”

    “I Love Myself” One night before bedtime, a couple years ago, my kids and I were communing in our hot tub under the starlight and moonshine, relaxed and open-hearted together. In that shimmering warmth of connection, I found myself saying to them, “I want to share...

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    The Revolutionary Choosing of Love

    The Revolutionary Choosing of Love

    These last couple of weeks, on more than one occasion, I’ve lost track of love. The pain of collective trauma has ached in my chest. My hands have felt small and my voice weak as I’ve fumbled my way towards prayer. Perhaps “disheartened” would be the word. As reports...

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