I was playing with a Rider-Waite-Smith Tarot Deck, from the tender age of 3. Now I use those cards, among other tools, when reading for clients at Milagro Roots.
Some families go to church, and ask Jesus for forgiveness.
Mine did too — and then we’d honor the Full Moon, and bless her with herbs.
Some little girls wish for a sister.
I made a direct request to the universe — hair color, eye color, birthdate & height — and informed my mother that my sister was coming. And that she did. Red curls & all.
Some cheerleaders swing pom-poms & do cartwheels.
I did those, too (and I’ve got the pleated skirts to prove it). But these days, my cheerleading is of a substantially more spiritual nature. And besides, M-A-N-I-F-E-S-T-A-T-I-O-N doesn’t lend itself easily to catchy half-time shout-outs.
Some scholars bind their wisdom to the classroom.
My spiritual training is anchored in both academic study & experiential learning — with a little ancestral DNA woven in, for good measure.
I’ve prowled the forests of Sonoma & the deserts of Sante Fe for medicinal herbs, salts, flowers & stones for magical candles, incense, oils & mojo bags— and apprenticed with master teachers.
I learned astrology from my mother, and the basic principles of Root Magic from my grandfather. I learned how to run a business from my father — one of the most potent forms of magic, of all.
My work is ultimately not about potions, or spells, or candles, or incantations.
It’s about helping you answer the question: “If I truly want what I say I want, are my actions drawing that desired outcome closer to me — or propelling it away, like the reverse end of a magnet?”
The answer may be uncomfortable — and you may be in need of a miracle.
Watching you awaken to the fact that you have choices — that you’re already freer than free, and always have been — is the greatest miracle of all.