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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 Magical Alchemy of Scars and Gardens

My grandparents were magical gardeners. Theirs was not so much a garden but a small farm. I would lose myself for days in the carefully laid rows of nascent food that stretched from the rocks of Lake Huron to the sand of Lake Michigan.

Likely the garden was a typical size and I was much smaller (who knows if memory ever really serves), but the space seemed massive to me. In the summer my brother and I would trail my grandfather, picking sticky green beans from trellises and digging up worms to catch fish from the lake. My grandmother would fry the fish and boil the beans and dinner was ready. It was a kind of childhood experience that was etched in my heart every summer.

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

The Bhagavad Gita 2:40