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the simplicity of presence, the sweetness
of stillness, and the sobriety
of self-love.
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Soul Mentoring
Self-Inquiry & Skillful Mirroring
Inviting:
- 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.
Ceremonial Immersions
1-5 Day Custom-Designed Container
For Individuals, Couples, Families, Groups
SILENCE PRAYER SACRAMENT SATSANG
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.

From The Blog
Conception Curiosity~ A Love Story
One day, as I was driving Ezra up to Mt. Ashland for an afternoon of snowboarding with his friends, a most astonishing conversation arose between us. We were slowly winding our way up the mountain, oohing and aahing together at the glorious sight of fresh powder...
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...
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...