New Moon No. 11, Winter
Biomimicry, Prancercising, and Lover's elixirs. A light-hearted mix of medicine for the mind, body, & spirit.
Full Moon No. 13, Winter
1 week, 7 natural movements, & a wealth of personal illuminations.
ground + center takes on MovNat's #realitycheckchallenge - this letter follows the weeklong journey via video content and my own personal reflections on the true reality check within this challenge.
New Moon No. 10, Winter
From NYC to Nashville, & back again. What do tomato timers, #movementbreaks and personal connections have in common? Check out my latest Lumen Letter to see what I've been up to in the city of country music & killer cowboy boots.
Full Moon No. 12, Winter
May your year ahead be filled with insights, to gather and glean. Weaving these wisdoms into the tapestry of your own lives, to design and re-design your luminous architecture.
Read my first Lumen Letter of the new year for some personal reflections on what 2017 taught me. After last year’s 16 Things I Learned in 2016 letter, I thought I’d make a tradition out of it and share my past year’s musings with you all. I hope this writing serves as inspiration for your own reflections on the past year as we move into 2018.
On this very darkest day of the year, I share with you a little of my luminosity - Luminous Elixirs Winter products are here!
Full Moon No. 11, Fall
A year ago today, I honored my sacred feminine.
Wholly, presently, purposefully, and with the most empowered intentions.
An excerpt from my inevitable book on the topic of rewilding women's health! This letter gets personal. Inspired by my one year anniversary of reclaiming my natural cycles, I dive deep into my experience with birth control pills, IUDs, and Fertility Awareness Method.
New Moon No. 9, Fall
Hello, oh luminous ones!
Fall has fully graced us with her presence, along with daylight savings time, and the light continues to dim. With the seasonal shift into shorter days and longer nights, we're slowly being summoned to recline with the fading light of the year. An internal draw. An external hush. The fits of fall, while windswept and joyfully dancing their deadened leaves around, are preparing us for just that: a celebration, an honoring of the transformative dance into the darkness, the season of death.