In 2020 the bees started to come to me through dreams and synchronicities. 

They showed up after my divorce at a time when I was entering a deep initiatory process – uncovering parts of myself that had been lost, repressed or shaped by trauma and conditioning. 

Parts hidden by childhood sexual trauma, from conditioning of being the ‘good one’, the reliable one – the one who holds it all together, whose needs come last.

I had stepped onto my spiritual path in my early 20s, so initiation was not new to me. 

I had moved through toxic family dynamics, learned to create loving boundaries and opened up to my shamanic Priestess path through the Magdalene lineage.

I was an established energy healer and teacher.

But, there was a depth within myself that was still longing to be freed.

At this same time I stepped into my training as an Ancestral Lineage Repair practitioner.

Moving through the ancestral field, releasing ancestral trauma and restoring relationship and reconnecting to what had been lost, began to orient me to a deeper truth. 

One that would not settle for anything less then the full authentic expression of my soul and the embodiment of my ancestral voice.

I had walked the path of death and afterlife, I knew who I was and where I had come from. 

But what about being fully alive and free?

The bees began to show me. 

They spoke a different language, they began to tell me a love story – of eros, of creation and of devotion. 

It rekindled a fire within me.

A fire that burned away the the last vestiges of shame around my body, my womanhood, my eros, my voice.

I began to listen more deeply –

to the land

to the body

to the intelligence moving beneath and through all things.

I felt the presence of the grandmothers, of the land itself – something ancient, alive and deeply rooted. 

There was a power in it that was both fierce and loving. 

A power that asked me to surrender and to be transformed. 

I sang to the waters, connecting with the aminiotic field, carrying the wisdom passed down from one mother to the next.

I became both the lover and the beloved – a love story of creation, vulnerability devotion and humility.

The bees taught me about magnetism.

About communion and community.

About tending to the One and the All. 

They are master alchemists and architects –

working with sacred geometry, frequency and electro-magnetism,

turning nectar into honey, working harmonically with all of nature and with one another.

Walking this path, I cultivated a deep capacity to show up fully in feeling and presence with life –  

the highs and the lows,

all that is Primal. Raw. Real.

I have walked through the unknown and befriended the dark places, mining the gold.

And now that the deep waters have been tended to, my focus is on what comes next.

To live from joy, to build a life that is deeply meaningful, alive and free.

To come together as humans, tending the sacred heart, in devotion to the land, to communion and to a world that we cannot yet see, but that we can feel at the very core of our being.

The Holy Wild lives at the intersection of everything I have devoted my life to –

the mysteries of the divine feminine, listening to the land, embodying the ancestral, navigating the unseen and following the bees …

It is my privilege to meet you here and walk along side you for a moment on your journey

as sister, as human, as one who can meet you at your threshold into a new world of possibilities.