Not a path. A thicket. Welcome to the trailhead.
This isn’t life coaching.
It’s soul-tending.
Where we walk barefoot in the sacred bramble.
Where we create not for applause, but for aliveness.
You don’t need fixing.
You need to fall apart (on purpose).
I’m here for that.
Where the work is soulful…
and the soul will not be tamed
What we might do together
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Soul Tending
Life is tragical—beauty tangled with heartbreak, magic soaked in grief. I know how to be there in the bog with you, no 5 step plan, no programs, just empty hands and reverence for the mystery.
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Creativity Cultivating
Where half-baked ideas, creative wounds, and tangled knots become fertile soil for the idea that’s a bit “too much” and scares you a little.
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Rituals and Threshold Ceremonies
Mark the thresholds the world ignores. Grieve what’s been lost. Celebrate what’s becoming. Craft rituals that don’t require matching candles.
Feeling the Nudge?
This isn’t the part where I say
“Book your breakthrough now!”
This is the part where I say:
If something inside you said
“Omg, YES” while you read this—
That’s enough.
No sales funnel.
No urgency.
No promise to change your life in 6 easy steps.
Just an open door.
Just a conversation.
Just a chance to see what’s aching to be named, composted, tended, or sung into being.
If you’re feeling the nudge, you’re invited.
I’d be honored to walk a few crooked steps with you.
Forget the Ladder.
let’s climb the roots.
You Don’t Need Another Strategy Coach
You Need a Co-Conspirator.
Sol Work Creative was forged in my creative fire for those who are done performing, done polishing, done performing for the algorithm, and pretending to be further along than they are.
Whether you’re tangled in creative knots, haunted by an unlived life, or yearning to tell the truth your soul’s been aching to tell—you belong here.
This isn’t a space for polished goals or productivity hacks.
This is a space for the part of you that’s been quietly aching for more.
More aliveness.
More meaning.
More conversations that leave you gloriously undone.
Here, we tend to the stories the world forgot.
We compost the old scripts.
We make space for art, ritual, and soul work that refuses to fit into packaged boxes.
You don’t need fixing.
You may need to rot a little.
And I know how to hold space for throwing a tantrum in the swamp.