For Those Who Know Ecstasy and Agony Sometimes Share a Seat.

Life is absurd.
It’s gorgeous.
It’s a punch in the gut.
It’s a holy hallucination.

It’s what I call tragical—that wildly inconvenient place where spiritutality collides with heartbreak and the only thing to do is feel it all. Because suddenly you’ve become an expert at simultaneously floating in bliss, and drowning in grief— all before breakfast.

And when you’re in it—whether you’re raging at the void, or levitating in spiritual ecstasy so big it makes you wonder if you’ve officially lost it—
I’m the one who won’t flinch.
I’ll sit in the muck with you.
I’ll sit in the heights with you.
I’ll remind you you’re not broken, not crazy, not manic.
You’re just exquisitely alive.

This isn’t about pathologizing your wonder.
It’s about walking the crooked path together (because it’s the only honest one), and laughing at the absurdity of it all. If you have outgrown your tidy spiritual clichés (and maybe your own guru phase)…when you’re ready, I’m here.

Let’s walk the road no one warned you about.

Where Stuck Ideas Rot and Cultivate Into Fertile Soil.

Overwhelmed by inspiration? Stuck in creative purgatory? Drowning in half-finished projects?
Yeah, me too sometimes.

This isn’t about chasing the perfect plan or forcing your art to behave.
It’s about starting small. Starting messy. Starting now.

Together, we’ll poke at your tangled ideas, make room for the ones still breathing, and let the others decompose (because sometimes they need to).
Your vision will change. Your story will shape-shift. That’s not failure—that’s the way.

The goal isn’t to "get it right."
The goal is to breathe a bit of life into it until—it’s alive!
The end “goal” will take care of itself. It always does.

This is your compost pile. I’ll bring the shovel. You bring the scraps.

For the Thresholds No One Taught You To Name.

Life is full of messy, holy, in-between moments—
The ones that don’t fit inside a registry or a church bulletin.
Birth. Divorce. Grief. Becoming. The aching unnamed thresholds where you feel like something is ending, something is beginning, and you’re standing right in the middle. Excited, Scared, Confused, and Wild!

Forget the "shoulds" of tradition. Forget the Pinterest-perfect altar.
We’ll make something that’s yours.
Raw. Real. Ridiculous, even.
A ceremony stitched from your symbols, your music, your story—not the ones handed down from someone else’s rulebook.

Solo, with your circle, or in the company of the wind and your ancestors.
From grief rituals to divorce bonfires to weddings, to baby dedications, to self-led rites of passage, I’ll help you craft something unruly and sacred that honors your path —the one soul has been guiding all along.

Curious what’s possible?
It’s more than you think.
Let’s create a ritual that actually fits you.

For Stories That Don’t Care About Niche.

Your work is your masterpiece.
But let’s not pretend the rest of it—the emails, the bios, the polished pitches—doesn’t make you want to light the whole thing on fire some days.

That’s where I come in.

I don’t do formulas.
I don’t do perky headlines or 10x-your-reach hacks.
I do words with dirt under their nails.
Stories that sound like you—not the internet’s favorite (short-lived) influencer.

Whether you’re crafting a manifesto, a messy love letter to your work, or an About page that doesn’t make you cringe, I’ll help you say it the way only you can say it.
Not polished. Not perfect.
Just true.

Let’s tell the story your soul’s been writing behind your back.