I didn't choose this work. It chose me. Slowly, the way roots find water in the dark.
Growing up in Maine, I was surrounded by a kind of wildness that most people only visit on vacation. Dense forests that swallowed sound. Rocky coastlines where the ocean never stopped speaking. Fields of wildflowers that bloomed without anyone planting them. I didn't know it then, but that landscape was my first teacher. It showed me that the natural world has its own intelligence. Patient, powerful, and endlessly generous.
As a child, I felt things others didn't seem to notice. The weight of a room when someone was hurting. The hum of energy around certain places, certain stones, certain moments of stillness. For a long time, I thought something was wrong with me. That I was too sensitive. Too tuned in. It took years, and a lot of quiet listening, to understand that this wasn't a flaw. It was a gift.
The tarot cards came first. Not as a party trick or a fortune-telling gimmick, but as a language, a way to give shape to the things I'd always felt but couldn't name. Then came the natal charts, mapping the sky's patterns onto the patterns of a life. Then crystal work. Then sound healing: tuning forks, crystal singing bowls, frequencies that speak directly to the body. Then orgonite and copper triskellions, handcrafted tools that let me pour everything I know about energy into something tangible, something you can hold in your hands. Then red light therapy, plant healing with copper, and eventually the written word itself: Frequency Alchemist: Unleash the Alchemist Within, with a second volume already taking shape.
Each practice arrived when I was ready for it. And each one deepened my understanding of the same truth: we are not separate from the natural world. We are part of it. The same intelligence that tells a seed when to sprout and a tide when to turn, that intelligence lives in you. My work is simply about helping you hear it again.