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The Art of Worship Application

Hello beautiful being. I'm so honored that you are coming to me for an exploration of the Art of Worship and all its possibilities. This form is a confidential place for you to share your desires and intentions. Answer as honestly as possible, knowing that my goal as a practitioner is to offer a space of loving non-judgment as you explore all parts of you. Everything that you share in this document will remain confidential and will be used only for the purposes of our work together. After I read your desires in this form, if I determine you're a good fit for the work, I'll send you an invitation to schedule an initial 15-minute complimentary call to talk about the process.

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The Art of Worship

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The Journal

Bird of Paradise

Bird of Paradise

I once met a flower who took the great risk of unfolding herself in front of me.  I don’t know why she did it. Her cocoon was safe; the color she was once wrapped in hid perfectly among the lush tropical green. Far different were the streaks of orange, yellow, and...

What it means to be Chosen

What it means to be Chosen

I had never considered chanting a mantra until one picked me. It didn’t just pick me once, but tapped me on the shoulder daily for weeks, then months. I would sing it like a pop song, albeit one I didn’t know all the words to.  This is how I knew we belonged...

First Light

First Light

I have killed a lot of babies. (Plant babies, to be clear.) It starts like this: Put a seed in the ground and get all excited when it pops its head up. Give it too much or too little water/light/touch/air and find that the next day my little sprout has slumped over in...

“On this path effort never goes to waste, and there is no failure.”

The Bhagavad Gita 2:40