The threads of my life are woven together in a very meaningful tapestry of place, people, spirit and story, but it certainly didn’t start out that way. I was born into the suburban world of Orange County, California where I was a latchkey kid after my parents divorced. There was a general sense of disconnection and meaningless that surrounded me.
I had no cultural roots to lean into. Everything around me was about consumerism and my family was leaving the Catholic church. I was a displaced mixed European settler and I didn’t know the stories or history of the land. I felt lost and clung to the threads that were there–the love of my extended family, aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins. My parent’s spiritual quest. Trips to the the natural wilds of the High Sierra.
Everything changed when, in my junior year of high school, I met environmental activists. I found a community of placemakers. That stepping stone portal opened the path that I continue to walk.
I began to receive guidance from the moon, stars and the trees. They led me to go to school at Humboldt State University where I lived amongst the redwoods and rehydrated my parched cells. My teachers led me to the wells of Harriet Tubman, Sojourner Truth and the writings of Zora Neale Hurston. I read Dreaming the Dark by Starhawk. My love of the land and cosmos blossomed, my community spirit was awakened, and my activist heart was nourished.
At school, I wrote an undergraduate degree focused on the anthropological and geographical influences on housing, and how our homes reflect our consciousness. This led me to the integrated cosmology of the the Dogon people of West Africa and my curiosity with how our indigenous ancestors related to the movement of the heavens.
While going to college, I had another powerful education unfolding as I steeped myself in astrological studies. Two magical helpers who were disguised as my landlord and my career counselor at HSU served as my guides and unofficial teachers. My first pattern language was astrology and during my Saturn return, after many more teacher helpers, I started doing readings.
My life continues to be a blend of very practical earthly endeavors like creating alternatives to standard private property, and very practical cosmic endeavors like animating the heavens to help us be whole people. I like to imagine I am the cosmic love-child of Mark Lakeman and Caroline Casey.
I finally have a twelve-sided temple oriented to the four directions and the beginnings of a star temple (a bay tree pole I placed in the widest field I have access to) from which to observe the movements of earth through our solar system. Some passions take time to evolve and express…
There are many threads of meaning that I am weaving as a mother, lover, community builder, land tender and dreamer.