We Are Beginning Again
Last summer, after a stroke, I quietly closed the doors of the Sanctuary. I recovered—fully—and yet, the doors remained closed.
As if something behind them was still gestating. Finding itself. Becoming.
So I waited.
I’ve learned to respect the intuition to wait. To let things root and form before launching them into the world.
Now, this spring, I feel a (very soft) tapping on the door—from the inside.
As if the magic is whispering:
"I’m ready to invite you in… but slowly. Carefully. With great reverence."
And that is our first lesson. To begin without the splash and glitter. To open the door gently. To step barefoot across the threshold.
To return to the tent at the top of the hill.
To add our sticks to the fire, which is still lit—
quietly burning away the old,
quietly warming the space for the new.
I find my place in the circle.
I settle in.
Close my eyes.
Open my heart.
I am sitting inside.
Now, it’s your turn.
If the Sanctuary calls to you, come join me here.
Welcome to School of Magic and Soul Caller Sanctuary
A living Mystery School. A space for power, presence, and reclamation.
Here, we don’t escape into mystery. We recognize that it’s woven into the fabric of daily life, humming beneath the surface of everything.
This is not magic as illusion. This is magic as recognition, a way of seeing—the deep architecture of our lives, the forces that shape us, and the power we have to shape them in return.
This is a school of Sacred Biography—a place to explore the story you are living inside of and the stories that are living inside of you.
One Home: The School of Magic (SOM)
One membership: $48/month
Everyone gets everything
No separation, no upsells, no confusion
A living library of:
Circles – Gentle, ongoing spaces for reflection and connection
Classes – Seasonal experiences that arrive in rhythm, not on demand
Journeys – Weekly live guided experiences through the Soul Caller landscape
Choose how you want to engage:
Come to everything, or just one thing.
Follow the rhythm or dip in when it calls.
No pressure. No pace to keep.
The fire is always lit. The door is always open.
