This gentle Water Ceremony invites you into reflection through breathwork, journaling, flowers, and the healing symbolism of water. Together we honor the mothers who nurtured us, the mothers we longed for, the mothers we have lost, the mother within ourselves, and the many ways your mom may influence your life and who you are.

What You’ll Need:

• A journal and pen

• Strips of paper large enough to write a sentence on

• A bowl of water

• Flowers

• A quiet space, hopefully in a woods or garden

Throughout this video you can pause as you move through the practice.

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The hummingbird, ruby-throated and glistening in the late day light,

hovered over the feeder, drinking lustily.

“Remember”, he hummed, “remember to feel joy in that grieving heart of yours.”

Then the delight and shock of indigo as the blue bird arrived on the deck

sitting with the bright yellow squash flowers.

The bird that is my remembrance of mom…

No words, her presence was enough.

My heart swelled with an inhalation and then softly sighed out.

As I walked through the yard and neared the gate to enter the kingdom of the river and trail and woods,

a herd of deer welcomed me with a bark of alarm.

They began to run with thundering hooves as they bound away.

As I stood there in awe, a last doe ran in front of me…no one is left behind in the family of communtiy, of where we belong.

The light lowered, the air cooler now, and the sun glossed the green leaves almost golden in their late day glow.

I walked slowly, with reverance, and awareness of my every breath.

Then the great gift of the night arrived, my lifelong totem, the great blue heron,

alighted on a river rock right across from where I stood.

I could hear its toes scratching the rock as it pivoted, looking here and there, and then right at me.

As she took flight and flew with silent expanded wings pumping down the river,

I remained a while longer taking in the medicine of the moment…

“Sometimes we stay too long in one place looking for something. And so, it is wisdom to know when it is time to fly on…”

Further down the trail I arrived at my favorite tree, she stands like a Brontosaurus,

4 trunk like legs, a hollowed space underneath, perfect for a hiding place or fort,

and then a long necked trunk swooping up skyward with her headress of leaves.

As I leaned all of my weight against her, soft mossy bark against my skin, I felt a blush of warmth - “You are strong.” She whispered.

I was about to walk on when, again, the deer barked an alarm. I was chasing them without meaning to.

Knowing how I don’t like to be disturbed, and also that I am but a guest here in these woods, I turned back to my home.

Just then, a last call rang out in the distance, the trumpeting of Canada Geese, a memory of my childhood days on the Eastern Shore of Maryland,

followed by the train whistle…

I was in the culmination of my life journey with animal spirit messages raining down.

This was no ordinary evening walk now, this was a home coming.

There I was standing in the wisdom of these wild things, sovereign and free.

Thank you for reading - Members of the Circle, look for a Mother Day exclusive video coming out tomorrow (Friday 8th)

Bazi Astrology brings in a Yin Wod Pig on Friday which invites us to a flower bouquet of sensual delights. This is a moment to sit with your spiritual friends or community in circle for a sound bath or drumming or silent reverence witnessing this deep diving moon.

Saturday a Yang Fire Rat rattles us, awakening us to the truths revealed by the moon. This may bring up rough edges, conflict, and also a better understanding of what needs to be released.

Sunday the 3rd a Yin Fire Ox arrives with a warmth, a reminder that we can do hard things but we can also do soft things...

Enjoy this Full Moon Practice - in this video you’ll have journal prompts and gentle guidance to explore the emotional depths this moon is bringing.

This is a gift for you.

These are the types of offerings in the Member's Circle on Substack that take the astrology, the moons, the feng shui of our lives into a deeper place of exploration together.

Your presence, and membership also supports my work and for that I am truly grateful.

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There is an ancient Buddhist teaching that I was reminded of recently that speaks of two arrows. The first arrow is the initial wound we feel when something happens to us that causes pain. There are so many ways we experience pain that this human body, mind, and spirit is here to shoulder, integrate, carry, transform, transcend, and heal into so many layers, containers, and sources of suffering.

The second arrow is the one of self-wounding. It is that sting of rejection from a wanted friend, for instance, and the second arrow is the shitty self-talk that jettisons through your mind of all the things you said or did wrong, perceived as wrong, that led to that person choosing to not spend time with you, not include you in their circle.

The second arrow we hold and some of us, repeatedly jam that thing into our head, into our hearts, into our bodies. I am convinced that many of my aches and pains are second arrows.

I realize now that the frozen big toe that refused to bend for years, that would shoot stinging pain when I taught yoga, was an arrow born from my rigidity in how I was navigating my life. As soon as I let go, surrendered, and allowed my life to shift in a new direction, the toe returned to its normal function. I have had this with low back pain too. Not to say that body pain is all second arrows but it is something to consider as part of the overall diagnosis. I have held grief as a great big arrow and laid in bed convinced I’d die of a broken heart. That second arrow in my hand continually jamming into my heart with all the myriad of times I should’ve walked away sooner, or should’ve said or done something that surely would’ve led to a better outcome.

As I have thought deeply about that second arrow, I have come to realize that it is in my hand, folded now, and the level of self-protection, not self-wounding, I honor is really tender, it is really self-loving, and self-caring.

There are times I wish I was Ninja fast and could snatch out of the air the arrows people shoot at me, but I am someone who walks through life with a heart open like a peeled grape. I am so sensitive to the cutting remarks, the sharpness, the coldness that I have shrunk my intimate circle pretty small. This is me honoring that second arrow by extending my kindness towards self into the world and ensuring the people I engage with, are friends with, are people who don’t walk around with a bow and arrow poised. It is a much more relaxed, safe, and healthy environment.

I wish I was brave enough with one old friend, to catch her arrows and show them to her, asking her why she spends so much of her life with that bow pulled back taut, arrow at the ready?

Recently someone I knew died, and I was imagining how that arrow of this shocking loss was going to land really hard for someone I care about. I called them in tears because I felt that arrow for them so directly. You know, you cannot stop another’s arrows no more than you can anticipate what they will be. He was at peace with the passing. I then realized I had imagined his arrow and unwittingly brought it upon myself.

2 arrows

One we somehow cannot avoid.

One we absolutely can.

And also, the ones we want to carry for others but can’t – that’s why there are just two.

Our time together has a rhythm that feels both intentional and spacious…

Mornings begin gently, with Lydia singing you awake, easing into yoga, breathwork, meditation, and journaling — a quiet return to your body and your inner voice. From there, we flow into a shared breakfast and ease into the day.

Each day offers inspiring sessions with Jennie Choi and Lydia Griffith, centered around themes of:

• coming home to yourself

• embodying the goddess within

• connecting in community with other women as we share our story

There’s also ample free time woven throughout — time to rest, reflect, connect, or simply be… there’s even a hot tub 😊

We’ll immerse ourselves in nature as a true tonic for the nervous system…
forest bathing, trail walks, and time outdoors to recalibrate and restore. Evenings gather us in circle for fire ceremony, singing, and heartfelt sharing under the sky.

This retreat is designed to feel supportive, spacious, and real — not overwhelming or over-scheduled, but deeply meaningful.

(Tarot readings will also be available as an optional add-on for those who feel called.)

If you’ve been longing for a reset, a reconnection, or simply time held in a beautiful container of women and nature… this may be exactly what your spirit is asking for.

If it feels aligned, I would love to have you with us.

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This video offers four simple steps to awaken to your higher self.

If you can, find a tree to sit with in a natural setting, and allow yourself time to arrive. There is no rush, or concern about other people around you.

1. Get still in the body

2. Become quiet and tune your awareness to inner silence

3. Bring mindful attention to your breath

4. Listen and name five things you can hear

In time, as you return to this practice, you may begin to notice birds, animals, and other subtle signs speaking to you, sending messages.

This is a quiet language that reveals itself when we show up, listen, and tend to the awakening of our spiritual self.

Let me know what you hear…I would love to share in this journey with you.

The most potent days to enter into practice are April 16–18 with the invitation to turn inward, to listen, to feel what is ready to emerge. Because…

This moon carries a tender edge, with Chiron, our wounded healer, sitting close to the moon. Notice any old stories stirring, asking not to be fixed, but to be witnessed and held.

Below, I’ve created a New Moon Practice for you that is a space to breathe, reflect, and process.

✨ Inside this New Moon in Aries practice:
• Astrology through the lens of Western and BaZi Chinese Astrology
• Mindful breathing with affirmation to calm the nervous system
• Journal prompts to explore and process what this moon is bringing up in your life.

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Call me bat shit crazy for walking barefoot with scissors in tall grass to pick flowers with my car idling on the side of the road. Chiggers are an unfortunate price to pay for that free bouquet.

Call me bat shit crazy for giving a homeless person on the corner a 20 even if I’m figuring out how to pay rent.

Call me bat shit crazy for crying over the suffering of our world as much as I cry over the beauty of our world. If you’ve ever held my hand to say grace at dinnertime, you know this.

Call me bat shit crazy for believing farm to table local living is more sustainable than…

Call me bat shit crazy for singing to animals until my heart breaks open as they share their medicine song with me.

Call me bat shit crazy for sitting with a tree in the same way I would a dear friend.

Call me bat shit crazy for using divination and astrology to make my every life decision.

Call me bat shit crazy for talking to my Spirit Guides and Angels because they remind me I’m not alone in my life even if it looks like I am and sometimes feels like it too.

Call me bat shit crazy for loving love with all the passion my body can hold and more. And when a break up shatters my heart, I somehow go out again and again and again because I believe that great love is out there, the one that stays and should.

Call me bat shit crazy for believing in peace because it is right there, in our every breath, in our every moment of how we choose to live this life with massive gratitude for all we have in this wild, bat shit crazy world.

So, hey, friend, what’s your bat shit crazy statement? Share in the comments and consider joining the member circle.

We are heading into a Dark Moon in Aries this Friday, April 17th, with seven planets in Aries, an incredibly activated moment.

Combined with the Fire Horse year, this is powerful, forward-moving energy inviting clarity, courage, and new beginnings.

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Inside, I share daily astrology insights, Feng Shui guidance, meditation practices, and journal prompts to support your spiritual connection.

Welcome, I’m so glad you’re here.

nature also has a way of welcoming us in or shutting us out, depending

on the mood by which we arrive.

Surely the woods scorns the axe carrier,

just as much as the loud talkers,

just as much as the one that is the most likely to walk into a tree, face downcast to a phone.

She will shoot up massive brambles and briars to ensnare you like cat claws.

She will blaze a trail of poison ivy so menacing no adventurer would dare step in…

except that lost soul scrolling on their screen.

She will drop great branches and even trees to protect herself from these unwelcome guests.

The way to walk into nature is with silence firmly embraced in your breath.

The solitary traveler welcome the most,

and for them she will send out a flush of warmth

that for one who knows reverence as well as stillness within themselves,

will recognize this gesture,

much as a hand extended to take yours, and pull you in the doorway.

She will create a pathway for you to walk, stomped down by the herds of deer.

She will send a messenger like a hawk calling out, announcing your arrival.

Depending on the season, butterflies may flutter about you like veritable fairies,

and other woodland creatures, birds, and insects will come to send you wisdom…

if you know how to pay attention.

For those that are welcomed into the woods are nestled into the wise arms of Great Spirit.

For instance, a great blue heron standing in a creek may be a message for you to stop, rest, and reflect.

Whereas seeing one in flight is saying that your time of such self-reflection is over and it is time to take action.

Seeing deer can be a sign to be more gentle with yourself, to soften and move slowly.

If you are lucky enough to be welcomed into the woods, the path will automatically open, a flush of warmth wafting towards you, and a freedom like an invitation to wander.

Can there be fear of getting lost when you are protected by the arms of the trees and the shadows that show you the way, the tree spirits, the guardian spirits?

And for those of us that are writers, who feel compelled to take our woodland walks and write about them,

even we must find time to put down the paper and the pen.

For all of us, for every single one of us… May we sit with a tree,

breathe with the leaves,

and feel the pulse of our own blood coursing like the sap,

and be absolutely still, and never more alive.

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In my living room now sits a large wooden chest filled with nearly 50 years of those musings, a living record of this radiant life I have been walking.

This space on Substack feels like a natural opening to a new path and to begin sharing more of that inner world with you. Through poetry, meditation, Feng Shui insights, breathwork, journal prompts, yoga, and other creative expressions, I am inviting you into a more intimate offering of this work.

I imagine myself sitting on the ground, creating a circle and your presence is welcome here.

Together, we can share in the experience of this moment, feeling more inspired, supported, and anchored in the radiance of our lives.

For years, I have shared monthly, weekly, and daily BaZi Astrology through video on my YouTube channel but I feel called to make this something more personal.

So I am shifting those shorter, more intimate reflections into this space,
so what we create here can feel closer, and more connected.

Becoming a member secures your place in this circle.

A place where I share guidance, insight, and daily wisdoms through my own voice, and through intuitive and spiritual channels.

A place where astrology is not something we simply learn, but something we live.

If you feel called, I would love to have you here.

— Lydia

Do you see the dappled sunlight playing on the forest floor,

illuminated and shadowed without discrimination?

Is it just by chance then where you are planted,

and whether you are given the source to grow?

Still, you can reach, and still, you can lean into the light,

for the light it plays, and dances, and shifts…if you’re paying attention.

You cannot curse the way of the light

for you must learn to recognize the light when it presents itself.

If you asked the twisted tree and if you asked the creeping vine

they would tell you the secrets of the light

and how it shapes who they are,

who they’ve been,

and who they are becoming.

Therein lies the great question -

Who are you?

Who have you been?

And who are you becoming?

7 months of being on the road; homeless, Airbnb life, all of the places I called home

brought me to this little cottage with purple doors and purple shutters.

Home had become a strange word, and its meaning

had shapeshifted into something unrecognizable.

That first morning I walked out to a room full of boxes,

and every one I ripped open was a coffin.

They contained versions of me, chapters of my life, yearbooks,

and scribbled drawings from my child that only a mother would save.

There were boxes of photos of people I loved that are long gone.

I used to parade those framed faces on mantles and bookshelves,

filling my home with ghosts.

I dragged many of these coffins out to the car,

unloaded them at the county dump, and at least three trips to the donation store.

I drove away like I was in a getaway car,

having left all those dead bodies behind.

This was the unexpected collision of the new me emerging and the old me releasing.

I have never been so miserable setting up a house.

How did my story bring me to this little town where I was all alone?

Over those first days I hung art and unrolled carpets, nestled into my own bed and

began to feel a sense of home again.

As if part of my journey had to come with me, this house backs up to a river,

and the trail that winds along is full of wonder and trees to sit with

as I did when I was on the road.

My first walk down through the back garden gate brought the cry of a hawk

circling my spot on the map of this world, and the great blue heron flew in to say

yes, land here, and rest.

I surmise that if I died tomorrow most of my belongings would not matter.

All these bags of bones, cardboard carcasses, accumulated history

of all the versions of myself well documented, so much of it I am ready to let go.

For the greatest testament to this life I now know is told in the lines on my face that

narrate my worries and woes, my laughter and joys, the stories I tell,

and the few treasures I choose to hold onto that make my house feel like a home.

In all of this time, I have slept in hotels, Airbnb’s, friend’s and lover’s beds, and my favorite of all, my tent. It is amazing how time travels in our mind. How long ago that day seems now, July 21st 2025, when I set out on that grand expedition across the US. I left behind an empty house for sale and a full storage unit. My car was packed tighter than a tick on a cow’s back in summertime. I could barely see out the back window to all I was leaving behind. So I turned my gaze to the road ahead, and drove. How could I have imagined the sandalwood beads I would stitch like a mala through 10 states in 33 days until I had circled myself to this stopping place?

I do not know if I will ever have a house as beautiful as that one, where every room was light-filled and told a story in the furniture of my family. Great Spirit Mamma Earth taught me so much in the time I lived there; how to steward land, rewild fields, carve out trails, forage and grow food to preserve and can, raise chickens and heal them when injured. I felt my own life force tapping into the pulse of nature through her seasons.

How I sloshed in my boots through the thick mud of spring, inhaling the scent of thawing, fertile earth. I fell in love with each new blooming thing I discovered. Summers came with searing heat, a sun that was unforgiving as I watered the garden with my sweat, and plucked hot tomatoes from the vine. Autumn arrived as a resignation, and admission that we were all tired. Like the leaves, ready to fall down and rest, I also couldn’t help but lie on the yellowing grass as the golden leaves tried to bury me. The bone aching cold of winter was when all the wild things hid and turned their backs, leaving me in a cavern of silence. All the world had gone black, white, and gray. I’d go out on dark nights and howl for the stars to sing to me.

Not just there, but everywhere, Great Spirit Mamma Earth has taught me to listen to the poetry of trees, how to sing love songs to the animals, how to celebrate every living thing with eyes that are always looking, fingers that are forever exploring, and these feet that are filled with the boots of wanderlust.

I have come to realize my role in this was also to reassure Mamma that there are humans who walk this Earth gently and are ready to listen, that we are not all gluttonous consumers, loud machine guns of of nature’s destruction. Yes, we are here, the healers of the land. Please, show us the way.

The radiant light of Mamma has guided me to know home is a nest tucked up in the crook of a magnolia tree, it is a cradle of roots embracing me as I lean back against the soft bark of a pine, it is a smooth warm rock in the middle of a creek, it is the tender intimacy of a lover’s embrace, it is my car that is my road trip companion even if just running to the store, it is a place I go where people are happy to see me return, and home is also a house where I hold a key that opens a door to rooms where I see familiar things that tell the story of my journey.

All this transitory life of freedom that I have tried to give myself these past 7 months brought me to North Carolina because this is where Great Spirit Mamma Earth guided me to go. There have been moments when I reminded myself I could leave and get back on the road, but I think this place holds promise, so I have decided to stay.

It is a fireball, it is fast, it is furious, it is impassioned, it is zealous, it is riotous, it is liberating, and it is expansive. You may already be feeling the vibration of this shaking you like 5 cups of coffee. It may feel like anxiety sitting on your chest. Unlike Water that is weepy, soft spoken, and poetic expression, Fire is loud like a 3 year old blasting “The Wheels on the Bus” from the backseat, it is passionate like an Olympic ice skating duo collapsing in an impossible embrace spinning, this is the rage of a protester facing down an ICE agent, this is the feelings you feel that overwhelm you.

Breathe - Inhale…Exhale - Inhale…Exhale - Inhale…Exhale - Long, slow, gentle breaths.

This is how you walk into the rodeo of this year, my friend. You walk in stripped bare from the Year of the Snake’s great shedding. Head bowed and hands in prayer at your heart with humility as you walk towards the Horse. The Horse that represents your year, what does it look like? Imagine it and make sure your vision is that of a stallion! Standing there with your Horse, trust that you can get on top of the saddle, you can rise to the occasion of what is being asked of you at this now time. So there you are perched on the Horse, and before this thing takes off on February 17th under an Aquarius dark moon, lean forward and wrap your arms around its neck like a lover, rest your head against its neck and breathe in deeply. In this moment, fill your heart with clear intention of everything you want to manifest in 2026. Be bold, be wild in your vision. This is not a year to hold back.

Are ready now to walk out into the pastures? One caution, remember to pace yourself, to hold the reins with awareness of just how fast you want to be going in the days ahead. You don’t want to get thrown off, you don’t want to get dragged, and you don’t want to burnout. This is a ride with God and the Universe, so know that this is a collaboration and always has been. You aren’t controlling the narrative, you are allowing it to unfold with awareness, with wisdom, with curiosity. Pace yourself.

As we all are now heading towards our True North, not offending our Horse who holds reign in the South, we find our own personal sunrise. Close your eyes and just picture it, the most rose and lavender and purple sky getting brighter with each day.

So on February 17th, on this New Moon, I break open an orange and I set a fire, and if you have friends, gather them close, set your intentions, and feel the blush of joy, of play, of love all day long. Happy Lunar New Year!

*In the Year of the Horse you do not want to face South from where you sit or sleep or drive. Hang a 6 rod Metal windchime and place an image of a Horse in the South for best Feng Shui.

I wrote this on New Years Day January 1 - Here we are now at the Fire Horse, this Lunar New Year and so I thought to share with you this other New Year…

Is this the Beginning?

According to the lunar/ solar calendar today which is January 1st is still the month of the Rat (December) and the Year of the Snake (2025). So a child born today would be riding between months and years, and if born between 11:00PM and 1:00AM would be riding between days.

In my years as a BaZi Chinese Astrologer, I have written a few charts like these. People who live in the in between. Often, they feel themselves to be in an undefined space, 1 foot in and 1 foot out. Like a soul hokey pokey dance and you rarely truly land in any one place with both feet on the ground.

So is January 1 truly a new beginning? How did you feel on this day? Did it feel like there is more of this snake skin to stretch yourself out of? Shake yourself loose from? Did you take time to sit in all the new for a moment long enough for something meaningful to rise up? Is that what we sit for? Why do we sit? Did you rush the process of letting go of 2025? Why were you rushing to arrive at 2026?

Today I woke up with my head full of re words: refresh, reboot, reimagine, re-orient, rebuild, resurrect. I’m taking this as an opportunity to bring myself forward, because I think I got a little left behind in last year and I really don’t want to look back. I don’t know that that does any of us much good. I don’t need reminders of the reference point from which this story of mine began. I need to look down at my feet on the trail I am walking right now, this New Years Day morning. I just need to gaze upwards through the naked brave branches, out to the bluing sky, and tune my ears to the bird song waking up this day so sweetly. Then I hear the river that is laughing along the rocks to her own joke.

What is nature saying, if we could translate it into a language we know?

This solo walk along the Eno River feels like a baptism, a moment of facing true north with my arms stretched wide, ready to phoenix myself. No matter what the calendar says today which is any day is a day do so just that, fly.

As a BaZi Chinese Astrologer I honor the Lunar New Year, and that has been my biggest holiday for about 25 years. There is still a solid month left of this Year of the Snake. Yet, today I recognize that out of sheer need to feel connected to this world, I take note of the Eve of a calendar that will spin things forward to a new numerical year 2026 tomorrow.

So as many of us do this time of year, I reflect on the shit show radiant rainbow dumpster fire this year was for me and I am so grateful for every last bit of the shedding that I chose, that was forced upon me, or that I simply recognized was needed. It was a year of everything all at once.

This year ended my second Saturn Return which truly was the last 5 years. The Covid Pandemic blew a hole in my life that I never recovered from. Like a pair of pants with static right out of the dryer, every death, loss, letting go that happened after 2020 attached itself like a rolling traumatic grief.

So this year I set the goal of finding love. I set a goal of finding happy. I put on my rose colored glasses and wandered into the year aching for connection and where I found it was in the depths of woods, trails, tree friends, real and phantom spirit animals, and a a span of 12 months that felt like a lifetime. It was so hard and so heavy and so magical and so crazy.

I recently did a grief therapy called Rewind that finally allowed my brain to recognize that the past 5 years didn’t all just happen yesterday. Safely tucked now into long term memory, for the first time in a long time I feel clear, light, and able to see my way forward. What a gift to give myself to end this year of transformation.

For whatever its worth, this is what I can say of 2025, what I released tonight walking in a copper rose lit woods at dusk chanting Ganesha while choking on tears.

The Year of the Snake was my year to shed:

• A house that was my healing container for grief. Thank You

• A house that taught me the language of nature. Thank You

• Half a storage unit filled with furniture that once filled a house that no longer exists, owned by people, my dear parents, who also no longer exist. Thank You.

• I shed a thousand tears and a thousand more and a thousand more. Thank You.

• I shed years of grief. Thank You.

• I closed Nitya Living and left behind an incredible legacy of 20 years of work I am so proud of myself for committing to in a community I am so grateful to have been a part of. Thank You Richmond!

• I transformed my oldest business Kharma Khameleon into Fire Horse Wisdom to honor where I am now with my career. Thank You

• I left my friends and daughter behind to start a new life. Thank You - please visit me : )

• I left my life to find a new one. Thank You old life.

• I left Nitya, my spiritual persona because I had forgotten Lydia and she is truly who I am. Thank You, Nitya.

In order to shed and release, I realize I also had to claim something new, the wisdom found in all that letting go.

That wisdom came from:

• Sitting invisible in countless places filled with people.

• Sitting with trees across the USA and they each had something to tell me.

• Listening to countless bodies of water, some were dry river beds, that each had a voice whether a roar or a whisper.

• Staying in over a dozen Airbnb’s from Tennessee to Arizona to New Orleans to North Carolina

• Wandering cross country alone

• Landing in a new state and finding a new community where I might belong.

• That that love I was looking for, that connection I ached for, was inside of me all along with or without someone special walking this life by my side. Though, I do love having someone to share this adventure with!

• Looking for and finding myself on the scratch and dent shelf of life, and deciding that on closer look…she’s beautiful, she’s resilient, and I love her, she is my best friend. I think I’ll keep her.

• That I can truly go anywhere and that life is freedom, not fought for but claimed as our birth right.

So, 2026 is my Phoenix Rising! It is my celebration of 60 years - a frickin’ Fire Horse Year! My intention is simply to LIVE - out loud, wild, passionate, and free!

So January is our time to compost, to truly take in the medicine, the lessons, the wisdom of a year like this. We need to sit with what happened. Forget about the collective hellscape we witnessed in the world because that chaos doesn’t serve us when we are trying to hold steady in our own lives.

January begins, according to the lunar/solar calendar on January 5th. The BaZi Astrology of this month is a Yin Earth Ox born on the day of a Yin Earth Rabbit. The Rabbit is the season of spring, Yin Wood, and the garden is in bloom. In this BaZi, though, it is the daffodils and crocus buried under snow. The Yang Fire of the Snake Year is the heat that is melting the snow. It is an astrology that speaks of winter, spring, and summer all at once. It is showing us that we need to prepare for everything all at once. The Year of the Fire Horse is going to come in loud and fast.

The month of the Ox will release us fully into the Fire Horse Year on February 4th, the first day of the first month of the new year. The Lunar New Year is celebrated on the New Moon February 17th.

Take January to:

• Get your house in order - deep clean, organize, declutter, and tend to your winter garden.

• Get your financial affairs in order - pay off debt, budget your year ahead, make changes to your portfolio.

• Set clear intentions for 2026 - Journaling, mapping, and vison boarding your clear, heart felt, wild visions. This is an expansive year and there are no limitations to what any of us can do!

• Depending on your BaZi astrology, the Fire Horse will bring tremendous attention to very specific aspects of your life:

  • spiritual awakening/ outside support

  • identity crisis/ self reclamation/ collaborations/ partnerships/ friendships

  • action/ creativity/ motivation/ revolutionary change/ rebellion/ joyful expression

  • manifesting financially/ travel/ property/ moving

  • work related to challenges/ changes/ reinvention/ also family/ home/ responsibilities

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The Ox is a Chinese Horoscope Animal that asks us to do the hard work, plod along, tackle the to-do list, and yet…In the overall landscape of this time, I caution us all to also find solid ground. What activities do you engage in that make you feel grounded? Earthing, being outside in nature, quietly walking or sitting is an excellent balm for your nervous system. Meditation, walking or sitting quietly just observing the now moment. Spending less time on the screens and more time engaged with life in full presence. The Ox yolks us like a yoga pose, it steadies us into the field of our day and asks us to patiently, calmly along the rows planting seeds for the spring to come, for the year to come, for the you that is emerging from the Snake skin you shed into the bolting forward Fire Horse, with you liberated and reborn.