Please join me live in Santa Fe, New Mexico for an astrology inspired women’s healing retreat.

The amazing astro-guide, Emily Trinkaus, and I are at it again. this time with a series of women’s circles focused intently on deep, radical, juicy connection – to self, to sisters, to earth, to creativity and creation itself.

I hope you’ll join us for one or for all (future retreats in September and November will each be on a different astro theme to guide our explorations).

Our first retreat in July is all about :::

Uranus in Gemini – Know and Express Your Revolutionary Truth

Live and in person, Saturday, July 12, 10am-3:00pm

A women’s half-day retreat in Santa Fe, NM with renegade astrologer Emily Trinkaus and soul guide Anné Klint.

On July 7, Uranus, planet of revolution and liberation, will move into Gemini, the sign of perception, communication and connection. Slow-moving Uranus was last in Gemini 1941-1949, so for many, this will be the first Uranus in Gemini transit in our lifetimes.

Uranus in Gemini wants to shatter old, limiting thought forms, expand your mind into wild new territory, liberate your radical message, and inspire exciting new connections aligned with your authentic self.

At the same time, media inundation and information overload are likely to ramp up to even more extreme levels, increasing the potential for mental anxiety, overwhelm and distraction. Navigated unconsciously, your mind and energy could be scattered in too many directions, that are ultimately not fulfilling, meaningful or productive.

In this retreat you’ll practice owning your own mind and strengthen your capacity to discern your inner truth separate from the external noise. To counter the scattering, staticky potential of Uranus in Gemini, you’ll be guided to ground into your body’s sovereign inner compass.

Together we’ll call in calm and quiet to cultivate your inner witness – the higher expression of Gemini. We’ll slow down to utilize these new frequencies in ways that are fulfilling, creative and aligned with your essence.

What to expect?

• Receive expert astro-guidance to see how Uranus in Gemini is activating your personal birth chart
• Dream into and set intentions for YOUR highest expression of Uranus in Gemini
• Through a plant meditation, invite an herbal ally to help you ground deeply into your own knowing
• Practice embodiment through mindful movement and spark your creative expression
• Be deeply seen, heard and held in your sacred humanness

This retreat is the first in a new series___

Cosmic Navigation to Inner Guidance: Connection, Community and Creativity

In this series of women’s circles, you’ll deepen your connection with self, other soulful women, your creative fire, and the cosmic flow. These gatherings offer a sacred space for being witnessed and nurturing meaningful interactions with other women on a shared path.

Each session will focus on a different astrological theme to align with the current planetary energies. You’ll explore how the astro-influences are activating your own birth chart, and work with writing, art, movement and other practices for self-inquiry, healing and transformation.

You’re welcome to drop in for just one session, or join us for two or three. Each group is limited to 12 women, to create a space for intimacy and depth. The next two circles will take place on September 27 and November 15, with different astro-themes that will be announced soon.

All women are welcome, regardless of prior astro-experience (including beginners).

12 participants max.

Early Bird: $144 if you sign up by Tuesday, July 1

Full Price: $169 after July 1

Save your seat here: https://embodiedaquarian.com/classes/p/uranus-gemini-retreat

Got questions? Hit reply!

Big, Radical Love,

Anné

P.S. You need to be seen and heard and held. You need connection with other humans in real life, in real time. So do we!! Commune with us on July 12th in beautiful Santa Fe to Know and Express Your Revolutionary Truth. Get astro-guidance to navigate these wild times, luscious coaching from me, get in your body, get creative and enjoy the support of an intuitively selected herbal ally to clear your brain clutter and ground into your revolutionary truth! It’s going to be a beautiful day together. Reach out if you have any questions.

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My (somewhat late) birthday gift to you… one helluva sacred and powerful conversation about the Dark Night of the Soul.

I don’t know why this reality is structured in such a way as to provide ample opportunity for experiences such as these; sometimes grueling adventures into the darkest and profoundly deep parts of yourself. But as Campbell puts it, the cave you fear to enter holds your greatest treasure.

Were I designing this simulated reality, I might make it a little gentler. But alas. This is what we’ve got.

That said, it was my extreme pleasure to spend some time in the depths with the fabulous Brandon Thomas over at the Expanding Reality podcast. He held space for a no-holds-barred convo about the dark night experience.

Heads up – this is not something to share with your kiddos (but a HUGE yes to sharing with your inner kids). We use grown up language but also talk about:

• The unique and also extremely challenging aspects of the dark night journey
• Suicidal ideation (and what I learned about menopause the hard way)
• What’s possible (think creativity, expansion and massive integration) when you bring your most expanded consciousness to your dark night of the soul

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As above, so below, as within, so without. We are in a collective dark night experience, so if you are feeling your own inner cave, you’re right on track. This is an exceptionally potent time for real transformation – the kind you have to walk through fire for.

But if my journey’s any indication, it’s beyond freakin’ worth it. Liberation waits on the other side…

If you give it a listen, I’d love to hear your feedback.

And if you’re done with so-called consensus reality, you may want to join Brandon’s community here: https://www.patreon.com/Expanding_Reality

Big Birthday Love,

Anné

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As I reflect on the turning of another solar year, I find myself using the word “courage” quite a lot. I sense I am being pulled towards a great unknown. I’m deep in the mystery, not quite sure where this river is carrying me.

And I bet you are as well, because humanity is being called forward. Being called to expand. To be tempered by heat and grow through challenge. We’re all being asked collectively to cross a threshold. And it’s still mighty dark out there.

It requires a great deal of courage to wade through dark waters. To move forward even and especially when you can’t see where you’re going. Because for real, the unknown is highly un-comfy for us mere mortals.

It requires courage to keep showing up as your most authentic self, to not be swept away by social programming or the expectations to “pick a side” (in a losing battle of separation). It takes courage to take a stand for LOVE.

It feels like chaos “out there” – like a pressure cooker building steam.

Which means we need to triple down on love because LOVE is what will bring us through. Love always and in all ways: love for each other (even and especially those we disagree with), for the earth, for art, for energy and most definitely love for yourself. 

I’ve been at this self-love journey for such a long time now and yet if I’m honest, it’s still a struggle some days. That’s the realness, the messiness of my human story. I am a spark of the divine flame (you are too!), a holy goddess herself, and yet reverence for self can still be elusive.

Some say it takes courage to have these conversations about the real struggle of self-love or the realness of the dark night of the soul. That may be true, but what’s so much harder is living a lie. Denying yourself. Performing just to get along. Staying small and quiet and fearful.

I can’t do it anymore, nor should you. It’s time we get loud with our love. We will not undo chaos with more chaos or drama. We are being called forth to be grounded, to be fiercely compassionate and to be resolute in expanding our consciousness beyond the theater playing out before us. 

To that end, I’m grateful for the opportunity to have these conversations and to be able to share them with you. So in case you missed it, here are two courageous convos worthy of your precious attention (IMHO):

My beautiful convo with Sara Jane about the journey of liberation from performing to please others to finally learning to please your own sacred soul self.

And if you want to better innerstand the dark night of the soul – collectively or individually – then you want to give this no-holds-barred chat a listen.

This is not one to share with your kiddos (but most definitely please share with your inner kids). We use grown up language but also talk about:

• The unique and also extremely challenging aspects of the dark night journey
• Suicidal ideation (and what I learned about menopause the hard way)
• What’s possible (think creativity, expansion and massive integration) when you bring your most expanded consciousness to your dark night of the soul

Special Bonus::: Please join me for a late bday party LIVE and UNCENSORED on Saturday for an Insider Hangout with me, our host Brandon of the Expanding Reality podcast and all the deep divers. 

2pm PDT / 3pm MDT / 4pm CDT / 5pm EDT on June 21st.

In this space I’ll be offering a super potent Torus Field activation, juicy “love seat” intuitive counsel and we’ll be talking about all the mind and heart expanding things that can’t be said on YouTube. 😉 

You can join Brandon’s Patreon with a free trial and spend a few hours hanging out with us. Do that here: https://www.patreon.com/Expanding_Reality

If you give these a listen, I’d love to hear your feedback. I read every email, even if it takes me a hot minute to get back to you.

Big Birthday Love,

Anné

P.S. If you are ready to liberate yourself from the conditions of your past, ready to free your soul gifts, then let’s talk. Your liberation is calling.

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I sense – and I’m sure you do, too – that great change is on the approaching horizon. I lean towards it and feel the thud of the glass wall – the bell jar – that encases me.

It’s the holding pattern. And I am in it.

You know you’re in a holding pattern when you crave forward movement but you feel you’re at a standstill or worse, moving backwards.

You know you’re in a holding pattern when you sense change is coming, yet you’re not quite sure how to engage with it, or what your role is.

Your holding pattern could be writer’s block, staring immobile at a blank canvas, unable to speak up or take the next step on your path.

Your holding pattern could arrive with major life transition, including loss, grief, or upheaval. Or war – inside or outside of you.

Your holding pattern might look like walking in circles, feeling lost or off track, stuck in quicksand. Feeling left behind. Wrong place wrong time, or somehow you’re not living on purpose. Oh, yeah, and what’s my purpose again?

The holding pattern can cause you to forget. It may manifest as exhaustion, confusion, weariness, frustration, impatience and worry that you’ll never get there.

Don’t feel like reading? Rather watch or listen? I feel ya! Enjoy this video that also includes a guided heart-focused practice on radical acceptance of all that is.

Your holding pattern may last 30 minutes or it might last 30 months.

If you feel like this, I invite you to compassionately ask yourself where is there?

Because remember, the holding pattern can cause you to forget.

The holding pattern’s mantra may as well be: the only way out is through (radical acceptance).

Immense change is underfoot and what appears true at face value is likely a farce. Dissonance comes in waves.

The Earth herself is shifting radically. And thanks to cosmic shifts and support from the ethereal, we are too, though it may seem imperceptible to you.

If you’re in a holding pattern, the invitation is to sink into it. Ask deep questions of it and yourself.

The holding pattern is gestational. So why not ask: What beautiful form is waiting to be birthed?

What can feel like endless waiting may just be the most profound creation experience of your life. And radical acceptance of what it is – no matter how comfortable – is the only way through.

The early part of the holding pattern can invite you to struggle against it, to force yourself into action in an attempt to jumpstart your way through it.

But once you’re deep in the squishy butterfly soup, you’ve likely exhausted that pushing energy. Which is good. It allows you to surrender to what is – to a process greater than yourself.

If this is you and you’re in a holding pattern, I invite you to remember this is not so much about becoming your true self as it is about unbecoming your old conditioned self.

The new world awaits, Beloved. And you are birthing it inside yourself. One loving moment at a time.

Big Love!

P.S. If you’d like to be held in sacred sisterhood while you transit your holding pattern, the Sacred Sanctuary might be the perfect place for you to land. The Sanctuary is my sweet, safe and sacred membership for spiritual women on a shared mission to living their soul’s unique purpose. Receive coaching and energy healing transmissions from me, participate in sacred ceremony, meditations and more. Learn more here or send me a message for more info.

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After cruising through southern Colorado, visiting Mesa Verde, soaking in the Durango Hot Springs and cresting Wolf Creek Pass, I was finally heading towards my home state of New Mexico.

I intended to make my way to Wild Rivers Recreation Area near Questa, NM and camp along the great gorge of the Rio Grande, the river at whose edge I spent my first 11 years. I would have a sacred ceremony and burn the Artemesia Tridentata (sage/mugwort) I had stumbled upon and harvested on the way to Utah. I would set sacred intentions for this next decade of my life.

But as my good buddy Joe Campbell keeps reminding me, “We must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.”

What waited for me was not a single available campsite. And smoke from a nearby controlled burn fire. And after a long day of driving and an expectation of ceremony, I was not prepared to drive the remaining three hours home.

Wild Rivers is where the Red River meets the Rio Grande, both in their wild states. I had never seen my river in it’s wild state, raging 1000 feet and 300 hundred million years below me. It was humbling to have this view of a river that had only ever ambled by. A river that at times down south is nothing more than a dry bed.

Hoping to find a place to sleep for the night, I made one more pass through a campground on the Red River. Which led to the final adventure on my quest.

Spirit had led me right into the welcoming arms of a merry band of artists who had gathered from near and far to support their retired art teacher, John Wenger, in filming the puppets he had created. A celebrated painter, Wenger has been bringing students to Wild Rivers for over 30 years.

The next thing I know, I’m stirring the pasta pot and we’re exchanging stories of expeditions into Utah, sacred indigenous sites, and the circuitous journey I’ve made from art to spiritual healing.

John had famously led painting students into Utah for 2-4 week excursions. He had befriended the local Mormons who told him where to find water. He knows the locations of incredible sacred indigenous sites, has experienced the way certain rock overhangs will distort sound, a ceremonial tool used by the ancients. He has a deep reverence for the desert and her indigenous inhabitants, evidenced by his wrinkled and tanned skin.

Rather than my intended sacred solo ceremony, I shared a true heart to heart with Wenger and several of his students. We communed over dinner and then breakfast, shared stories of our adventures with nature and art. We shared our hearts.

Wenger lives less than an hour away and has invited me to his studio. If the arthritic pain in his hip will allow it, he’d love to lead an expedition into Utah this fall and he invited me to join him.

When we truly allow Spirit to lead us, when we sense those nudges and follow the breadcrumb trail we never know what to expect. Letting go of what I want for my life, for my marriage, for my business often feels like a major challenge. I tell myself I’m not good at letting go.

Perhaps rather than focusing on the letting go bits, the antidote is simply allowing Spirit to lead. I say ‘simply’ even though it’s not always easy when all the cultural messaging tells us to lead with the mind and override our intuition.

Truly getting out of your own way is one of the greatest gifts you can give yourself and it doesn’t need to be a milestone birthday to do it.

I continue to practice tuning in deeply to the cues Spirit is sending. As a result, my work is starting to shift and change as I hone my vision for what’s possible in my life and soul biz… and in yours, too.

I can’t say yet what it will look like exactly but I invite you to stay tuned for the journey of unfoldment.

I thank you sincerely for following along on my quest for inner knowing, for Snake, for divine connection and for the allowing of soul spark to lead the way.

My wish for you is that you listen deeply and allow Spirit to lead the way to your highest and best unfoldment.

Big Love,
Anné

P.S. If you’re feeling stuck when it comes to leading a Spirit-led life where you freely share your soul gifts, we should talk. My approach to holistic energetic healing allows your soul gifts and your path to purpose to emerge. Whether you’re stuck on visibility, clarity or permission to thrive, healing your past will open the door for your gifts to change your life, and possibly the world around you, too.

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After a solid week in a sea of orange sandstone and pale sagey green, my body and soul were ready for a cooler, more verdant experience.

The overriding intention for my quest into the unknown was to practice tuning in more deeply to my intuitive guidance. And when my body said no to another day of heat and wind, I steered the spidery van towards higher elevations.

I visited the lovely town of Monticello, Utah before heading east into Colorado. Prompts from Spirit led me to Dove Creek, where I turned off the highway and onto the very steep road that would lead me into Dolores Canyon.

With brakes smelling quite hot, I finally pulled off the road to find a boat launch ramp on the river. My body wanted out of the van. I wondered what on earth I was doing at this place. But I promised to follow my instincts so I milled about, wondering where the increasingly bumpy road might take me, had I courage to keep driving.

The canyon was spectacular. I had spent a few nights at Gooseneck State Park in Utah, 1000 feet and 300 hundred million years above the snaking San Juan River. Now I found myself at the raging river’s edge, looking up at another 300 million years of erosion.

At this boat ramp I met a retired Mesa Verde park ranger who lovingly invited me to walk down the road with her, whereupon I found the most beautiful BLM campground to park for the night.

However, it wasn’t until much later that I realized why Spirit had led me there in the first place.

Back at the boat ramp, I struck up a conversation with a young man, a river rafting guide, who shared the most incredible stories of his rafting expeditions on sacred Native lands throughout the Southwest. About pictographs and petroglyphs that can only be seen by boat. About singing stones used to summon the gods.

And when he felt ready, he shared his heartache over the death of his co-worker, a woman who had drowned in the raging river just two days prior. The day before her death, he had been asked – and refused – to go out in conditions he deemed unsafe. He felt somewhat responsible for her death, knowing rationally he was not. He was stoic, but I felt his heart. I felt his sorrow. And I held him in that space as tenderly as I could, being a stranger to him.

As the edge-walker, this is what I do. I sit with you in your fear, your sorrow, your joy, your confusion.

I am no stranger to death, real or metaphorical. No stranger to heartache, to loss, to grief that feels like it will drown you in it’s raging river.

In my work, this is what I do best: create a space so tender, so safe, so sacred that you feel able to navigate the waters of your experience to find the shore of your soul’s authentic being. To find that place where peace, calm and neutrality allow you to create the Spirit-led life you imagine is possible for you.

To walk your own edges, weave your own destiny.

Even so, there have been many times in my life that I wished I wasn’t alive. I feel no shame in sharing as I know I am not alone in this.

The truth is, no one really knows (despite what they may say) what happens when we die. One thing is fairly certain, we will never have THIS exact experience again. This morning breeze as I gaze west at the Jemez Mountains. This one-eyed soul companion, Luna, at my heels. This set of experiences to mold a life.

I was reminded of all of this in Dolores Canyon that day. And so grateful to that young man for sharing his heart with me.

What a gift it was to follow Spirit’s nudges to be blessed by sacred human connection and the flowing waters of your soul’s inner knowing.

My wish for you today, whether you are on your mountaintop or in your own canyon of grief, is to remember, or rather, embody, the truth that your life is precious, your soul gifts are priceless and that the river of your connection to All That Is flows and flows.

Big, Flowing Love,

Anné

P.S. If you have people in your life to truly witness you and hold sacred space for your unfoldment, I invite you to send them a blessing from your heart this very moment. If you seek more of this, reach out to me please. It could be that you are seeking what the Sacred Sanctuary offers: safe & sacred witnessing in a loving container of soulful sisterhood.  

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I turned 50 last month.

It was not the birthday I had envisioned some years back. I didn’t dress up as that 50 year old SNL character. I wasn’t surrounded by friends wearing wigs, drinking cocktails and being outrageously funny.

Instead I was in the Utah desert. Alone. Sunburned, parched and enduring a howling, gritty, uncomfortably warm wind.

Some days before the momentous/not-momentous day, I set up camp in the Valley of the Gods on BLM land previously stewarded by the Navajo and other ancient peoples before them.

With adrenals exhausted from treating a chronic tick-borne infection, a bit of over-working and the early stages of divorce mediation, I needed a reset.

What I really wanted was a miracle. Or at least a mystical encounter with my beloved power animal, Snake.

I searched high and low for Snake. In all the shady red sandstone crevices I could find. I sat still. I meditated. I dozed. I walked the arroyo, eyes on the skies upstream, planning in advance where to exit the flash flood zone should rain clouds suddenly appear.

I sang to Snake, whispered to Snake, yet Snake did not appear.

What did appear was an intense longing for my (human) beloved. And heartache over the dissolution of my marriage.

And deeeeep questions to Spirit about what new silky skin was truly wanting to emerge when this interminably long round of shedding was complete. What would my life and next-level soul work look like? Where would I live? And seriously, how long will this process take?

Lizard, with a beautiful spotted neck, came to visit daily. Flies and wild bees of all kind buzzed merrily by. Venus shone overhead each night. Snake never came to visit but I did have a mystical encounter after all…

I never once saw her, but Spider made her unmistakable presence known. Each day I rose to find new bites on my body; hot, itchy and red; belly, ears, scalp and legs.

The transformation was underway. I was becoming Spider Woman in the Utah desert.

According to Animal-Speak by Ted Andrews, Spider reminds you to ignite your creativity and weave your fate. The spider, with its two body segments and eight legs, is mystically associated with the figure 8 or the infinity symbol.

“Spider teaches you to maintain a balance – between past and future, physical and spiritual, male and female. Spider teaches you that everything you do now is weaving what you will encounter in the future.”

Spider’s silky yet strong web reminds us that the past always subtly influences the present and future. Think of that web, shaped like a spiral, a symbol associated with creation, expansion, growth and connection to All-That-Is.

According to Andrews, Spider expresses magic in three ways:

1. 1. The magic and energy of creation and creative power

   2. Spider keeps the (divine) feminine energies of creation alive

   3. The co-creative spiral web energy links the past to the future

Spider Medicine, like Snake, is associated with death and rebirth. Spider Woman, the master weaver, appears in Greek mythology as Arachne, is responsible for creation in numerous Native American mythologies and is a Great Goddess in ancient Mexican civilization. She walks the threads with grace.

I, too, have long walked the threads, walked the razor’s edge. One foot in darkness, the other in light, managing to hold both simultaneously. To express an awakened vision of what’s possible, even as darkness consumes a dying world.

You, as well, hold the past and the future simultaneously. Weaving the threads of your life into the tapestry before you.

All of us weaving our destiny, either consciously or not. All of us dancing with creation and destruction in each moment. Building a beautiful new world out of the ashes of the old.

Spider whispers to you today: Are you expressing yourself creatively? Are you striking that mythical balance between past and future, your own divine masculine and feminine? Are you consciously weaving your destiny?

I’d love to hear how Spider Medicine has arrived in your experience.

Big, Spiraling, Infinite Love,
Anné

P.S. Perhaps mythical spider venom is the secret antidote to an anaplasma and bartonella bacterial infection. According to a recent biofeedback scan, my naturopath sees no sign of that decades-old infection. I can’t wait to see what my new marvel(ous) super powers will be… stay tuned.

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As a highly sensitive, moon-in-Scorpio gal I have craved intimacy my entire life. You could even say I’ve been chasing it, but rarely catching it.

I’m talking about the seeing-deeply-into-your-soul kind of intimacy that you have with someone who truly gets you. Or at least aspires to get you in a fundamentally compassionate, open-hearted way.

I was raised by well-meaning but heartbroken folks who, like the whole entire world at that time, didn’t understand what a highly sensitive, empathic kid needed to feel seen, heard and intrinsically safe.

I got the message that I was way too sensitive; in essence, that there was something wrong with me.

So I did what kids do. I got lost inside myself as a way to protect my tender heart. But it seemed like nobody noticed I was gone. Nobody came to find me.

I carried this wound and this hide-and-please-seek-me coping strategy for decades. In fact, there are new layers that I’m excavating still.

For this is the true healing journey, a spiral that continues so long as we are willing to bring compassion and consciousness to the deep and sacred work of knowing and honoring ALL of our Self.

This, in fact, is Sacred Intimacy.

The unflinching, courageous act of looking deeply into the mirror of your soul, or the soul of another.

It is the greatest gift you could ever offer to yourself or another.

In my own Sacred Intimacy practices, I have been looking courageously at how this wound and a lifelong unmet need for intimacy manifested in codependency, people pleasing and loss of connection to my authentic soul Self.

It has not been easy to see how I unconsciously contributed to the mess in my now-dead-marriage, chose emotionally unavailable partners and how I abandoned myself again and again along the way, ensuring that the intimacy I craved was always just out of reach.

The way through has been a deep Holding and Expansion practice of being with my pain and my lost parts, calling them back, letting them know that someone, finally, realized they were gone and wants them to come home.

I know that a great many of us, in fact probably the majority of folks raised in the west, suffer similar relational wounds.

Our culture does not understand or prioritize attunement and intergenerational trauma perpetuates relational wounds like no other. Add in addiction and a Puritan-inspired workaholism and you have the perfect recipe for an entire nation of walking wounded.

This past Sunday I hosted my Sacred Sundays healing circle on Sacred Relationships.

This is an event in my very special, deeply intimate online women’s circle called the Sacred Sanctuary. And in our recent meeting, I shared about the influence the sacral energy center has on our relationship with absolutely everything and everyone.

The sacral center (or chakra) is the lens through which we seek to control our environment, create loving psychological boundaries for ourselves, and provides a survival instinct for moving through the world. It’s how we create safety.

The primary fears associated with the sacral center are loss of control or power, betrayal, financial loss, isolation and abandonment.

When balanced, the sacral center offers the ability and tenacity to physically and financially survive on your own and take risks. It offers resilience in the face of great loss, including loss of loved ones, health, wealth, occupation and even identity.

It’s been a year since my husband walked out of our relationship unexpectedly. And in this time, every sacral fear has been activated within me, thrusting me into a deep, painful and necessary round of Sacred Intimacy with myself. (And if you are wondering, yes, I work with my own trauma-informed, psycho-spiritual coaches, healers and therapists.)

My willingness and ability to be vulnerable and honest in this Sacred Sundays healing circle about my own struggles with codependency and fears of inadequacy in my marriage created the beautiful opening for those present to open up about deeply impactful aspects of their most important relationships.

We held one of the most open-hearted, conscious conversations about the messiness and magic of relationships that I’ve ever had the privilege of being part of.

Sacred Intimacy truly is humbling, life-altering and life-affirming work. In fact, it is THE path to leading a self-actualized, present, purposeful, connected life.

I closed our meeting Sunday with a sacral energy center healing activation and if this resonates with you, I invite you into your own abridged version now:

Place a hand on your heart and one on your lower belly.

Feel your breath move into your heart and if comfy, allow your breath to expand your belly.

Using breath and awareness, connect your heart space with your sacral womb space.

On your inhale, breathe compassion into your heart space.

On your exhale, allow compassion to fill your whole torso, down to your sacral center, even to your root.

If it feels juicy, go ahead and remind yourself that you are SAFE.

Stay with this cycling of sacral-heart energy as long as it serves you.

If you’d like to know more about what we do in my online membership for women, The Sacred Sanctuary, please reach out. The group is intentionally kept small but I do have a few open seats available at this time.

Here’s to you feeling safe and connected enough to see deeply into the mirror of your own soul. And to let someone else see you and be seen by you.

Big Love,
Anné

P.S. If, like me, you crave emotional intimacy and you sense a shared spiritual practice among like-hearted, grounded, loving women will support and nourish your journey to self-knowingness and a purposeful life, ask me about the Sacred Sanctuary membership for women. The group is intentionally kept small to provide safety and true connection but I have a few spots open. Please reach out to see if it’s a good fit. <3

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The last years for all of us have been Powerful. Potent. Painful, even.

The collective is dancing with Grief. Loss. Transformation. Transmutation. Ascension isn’t necessarily an easeful process. And as below, so above. As without, so within. You’re probably feeling lots of feels as your life changes, relationships end, loved ones cross over. All in preparation for the grand ascension of humanity.

Buckle up.

I’m told there’s a tremendous interpersonal shake up happening on planet earth of late. A great many relationships are being ‘redefined’. If it’s happening to me, I’m betting the house it’s happening to you, too. Marriages and friendships dissolving. Families estranged. I’m told it’s something like a cleansing. A making way for Sacred Unions to emerge that will radically – and for the better – transform humanity.

Let’s be real, though. It’s Confusing. Painful. Heartbreaking. When it’s happening to you.

(Shedding skin seems more challenging for this human than for her scaly counterparts.)

But indeed isn’t this also an invitation into a redefinition of your primary relationship? Your relationship with your whole, perfect, unadulterated Soul Self. A Sacred Union with the Divine, the divinity within YOU.

Foreward:

I grew up with snakes. (Without ever understanding the gravity of snake medicine.) They were just everywhere, blending perfectly with the southern New Mexico desert. Finding their untimely end by the blade of my father’s shovel. Me, always fascinated by the primal power and the rattling tail of the Western Diamondback. Me not knowing that, under their tutelage, I would spend my life reinventing myself again and again and again, whether I wanted to or not.

Journal Entry

November 4, 2022: Seasons of the Snake, an Oracle

April 30th, on the New Moon in Taurus last year, my beloved rose, showered and then announced he no longer wanted to be married, that we were just too different and he was divorcing me.

24 years of relationship altered in an instant. My world crumbled.

On June 18th, my partner and best friend exited our shared dream in Santa Fe, our shared vision of the life we worked so hard to co-create after two+ decades together in California.

He left our home. I left my body.

That same day, my neighbor called me in a panic. There was a snake in his living room and he hoped I would remove it for him. (I’m a snake relocation volunteer in my community.)

Snake has a way of bringing you into deep, sacred presence.

What at first glance looked like a baby rattlesnake was swiftly dropped into my snake bucket. It turned out to be a baby hognose, but the message was clear:

“This marks the end of one phase of your life and heralds in a new and wiser awakening within yourself. Know that this is a transitional period in your life with new spiritual awakenings knocking at your door.” – Snake

Two days later, on June 20th, I was asked to remove a wounded snake from another nearby home. The homeowner was understandably upset, having accidentally injured the snake that was coiled in her casement window.

The ants were already on the scene. This beautiful bull snake with an unmistakable female energy had lived long enough to stretch well over four feet long. My heart ached even more.

I took her lifeless body home with me knowing she was there to support the holy work of shedding my own skin.

The following morning, on the Summer Solstice, I laid her in the field outside my home with yarrow and calla lily. An offering to death, rebirth, new beginnings and eternal love.

I wept as I set an intention to be through the most painful part of this seismic shift by the Winter Solstice.
The day before the Fall Equinox, I found two more dead snakes. The first one was cut in half. The second one, much smaller, was whole. They seemed a powerful metaphor for me and my beloved. Both had been mortally wounded on the road.

I placed them in the field with obsidian, clear quartz, local pink quartz and rosemary, which the ancient Greeks used for remembering.

Seven moons have passed since you left. The rupture in our marriage opened the floodgates to a lifetime of stored grief. I do the deep and sacred work of holding my emotions, allowing myself to feel all the feels, all that I suppressed over lifetimes. Coming to acceptance, though admittedly, often with great reluctance.

I have been in (and continue to travel) this metaphysical and metaphorical birth canal.

Dancing with tremendous fear, loneliness, rejection, unlovability, sorrow and despair.

Asking how I, too, can shed my skin.

Journal Entry 

December 22, 2022: Shedding Her Skin

If I can accept that everything – no matter how painful, no matter if I brought it upon myself or not – is a learning opportunity that is placed on my path for my ultimate growth, then I am at one with the snake.

If I can accept that change is inevitable, that everything withers, that new life cannot exist apart from death, then I am in atonement – which is to say, at one with – snake medicine.

If I can allow myself for even one moment to take a step back, a wider view, to see that all that transpires in this lifetime is theater and I am but one actor among billions, that the cosmic choreography operates at a timescale incomprehensible to mere mortals, then I can relax into the essence of snake energy.

If I can allow myself – even for one moment – to release my judgments, my need to be right or vindicated, my role as martyr, my grasping for that which is long dead, then perhaps I, too, can shed my skin.

But I am human. And messy. I grasp. I writhe. I cling. I fear and I loathe. I resent. I love and I miss and I regret so very much.

And so slithers in snake medicine to teach me and you and all of us to let go. To just. Let. Go.

The snake never asks why she must shed her skin. She never struggles to keep her old scales, fearing she’ll lose herself in her moult.

She doesn’t bargain with god, promising to do better if only things could be the way they were.

When it’s time to grow that’s exactly what she does.

That which is no longer useful gets scraped along the lower stems of my salvia bush, leaving this message: You cannot expand, heal, and reach your potential, dear heart, unlesssss you shed your sssskin.

Journal Entry 

March 23, 2023: 11 moons

The air in our home is dense, thick, full. As I shuffle the corridor of this mortal coil the energy swirls, coils around me. This place is heavy with moult. With scales that fall from me, scales fall from me, from my heart, my eyes, my pussy. Scales falling, falling, falling, filling this place we used to share, this life we used to share. I look the same. Skin no different after the moult. Only perhaps my snake eyes are clearer, crystalline. Is my heart different? My soul says, yes. So different the difference will only be known in time.

I sip my tea. Talk to the desert willow. One-eyed Moon at my heels, the moon always chasing, always counting, always reminding me. I am here you are not. But I am here. I am. I am. I am shuffling the halls. Feeling the thick energy of so many scales flaking off. Revealing new skin. Revealing old skin. The me I was before. The me I was before. The me I was when the moon was formed, when the earth solidified, when the oceans cooled; the boiling the boiling the boiling of my own heart, my own heart, my own heartbeat that pulses with the beat of the earth.

I hear it in my snake ears. Do snakes hear? I hear the snakes just now beginning to warm, beginning to ready themselves to greet me in the garden. To show me how easy it is to let the old skin go. To let the past lay
to let it lay. let it lay.
let it lay in the garden.
the garden
the garden of my soul
full of life
full of death
spent blooms
full of promise
promise
for what lies
           what slithers
                     what
                          blossoms
                    ahead

Journal Entry 

April 30, 2023: A year ago

A year ago today you got up and left.
But the truth is you left so long, so long, so long
ago so long maybe you weren’t ever really there at all.

A year ago today I gazed upon you with a love
so total and complete it shocked us both
love so absolute, so ordained
so not from my broken mortal heart.

My heart cracked open wide streaming
pure pure pure starlight
pure golden milk
honey pure intensity before
it fell to the ground
shattered into 1 million tiny fractures
shards the likes of which burrow into skin and fester.

A year ago today it felt as though possibly an earthquake of never-before-recorded magnitude had shaken the Earth from its axis, from its known place, from its position among the planets and sent it shuttling off into some eerily familiar yet totally unknown solar system.

A year ago, a year, so many tears, so many unanswered questions. I planted
sunflowers and sage, unsure whether I would be here to see the blooms
planted squash and borage.

A year ago I cried. A day ago I cried.

A year ago I wanted you to come home
come back, resume life as we knew it.

A year ago I was shell shocked, in a stupor
performing life like a dutiful little robot.
A good daughter caretaking her father
a good wife keeping the kitchen clean.
For a man who walked away, walked away, walked out.

A year ago I walked our dog.

A year ago I would forget again and again and again that you weren’t coming home.
Nope. Not coming home.

A year ago today I wanted you to come home.

A year later and I’m gazing at the lettuce in full bloom.
Somehow this delicate plant survived all the snow
and the single digit temperatures
survived neglect and even sorrow.
And today stands tall blooming, sending sacred seeds
out into the precious world.

Go forth and prosper.

I never knew how beautiful the lettuce in bloom truly is.

I have longed for you, Beloved.
reached out for you whispered
Good night as I lay down to sleep.

I have cursed you as well, Beloved.
Hated that fate – Ha! – brought our two planets
into gravitational pull hated
that you came to teach me finally how
to fiercely love myself hated
all the ways into which I must now blossom.
unfurl myself into the grace of beginning the grace
of beginning a life on my own
Grace, grace. Oh how sweet and sacred and graceful shame
can be what beginning waits
for the lettuce seeds cast
about on the
wind?

What beginning waits for me?

Anné M. Klint 2022-2023

Anné (“Anna”) works with women all over the globe to heal their painful past and embrace their shadow in order to create lives they really love. An expert in the field of psycho-spiritual-energetic healing, she uses state-of-the-art energy healing tools and transformational listening + spiritual coaching to guide her clients out of confusion, self-doubt, and perfectionism and into a life of grace, ease, connection and purpose. Anné lives in Santa Fe, NM and when she’s not writing about self-love and ascension, you’ll find her walking her one-eyed heeler, Luna Tuna, amongst the juniper trees.

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At the end of each year, I reflect on where we’ve been as I tune into the energies in the field to get a sense of where we’re going. Last year was one of the most challenging years of my life. I know I’m not alone in that.

Perhaps you’ll see some of yourself in these words.

Either way, I’m holding a strong intention for the coming year to bless you in countless ways.

As I reflect on all that 2022 brought our way and what 2023 is calling us into, these words rise powerfully into my consciousness:

Grief

In my deep-dive breakthrough conversations with many of you this past year, grief often hung in the shadows. In my own life I’ve been mourning some foundational ruptures as well. The losses are mounting at the personal and collective level for all of us.

It goes so much further than the pandemic. Yes, it’s lives lost, but also dreams, ideals, relationships and so much more. As the social structures we thought would save us begin to crumble, we are realizing the full extent of our losses. The illusions are coming apart at the seams, the resulting dissonance rippling like waves through our bodies, our minds, our hearts and souls.

We’ve been white-knuckling this thing called life on earth for some time now, waiting for it to change, for something to change, for anything to change.

Change has come, and as it turns out we mere mortals don’t do so well with change.

As we co-create a new reality, the New Earth, the Golden Age, we must release attachments to that which was familiar and known. Even if it never worked for our highest good, it still hurts to let it go.

That’s what it means to be human.

Courage

I had the tremendous honor of guiding some incredible women to deep healing and integration this year. I am literally humbled in their presence as I witness their respective journeys into their own mythic caves, sitting with their wounded parts, calling all their fragments back to the whole and creating meaning from their storied lives.

It takes courage to do this deep inner work of true transformation.

It takes courage to hold space for all parts of you, all parts of your experience.

It takes courage to enter your own cave, alchemize wounds into wisdom and return – one day – victorious.

It takes courage to love that which we thought was unlovable.

Willingness

In 2022, I felt a willingness rising in our collective field.

A willingness

to be in the mystery of the unknown
to deeply hold the wound of the heart
to find a way through

What are we called to in 2023?

In a word, LOVE. You are being called even more powerfully to remember the truth of who you are. You are love, and you can never be separated from it.

You and me both were taught that love is a feeling or an action. So we keep waiting to feel more love. If only we felt more love, we could share more love, be more love.

But have you felt that which connects you to the cosmos? It’s love.

Have you felt the blood pumping through your veins? It’s love.

Have you felt connected to what John Welwood calls Divine, Absolute Love? It’s all around you, caressing you, holding you in this very moment. It’s only that we so often lose the connection; we forget.

We forget the tap is always on, love is streaming ‘round us in every moment.

But now we are waking. Rising. Remembering.

How do we get there, how do we get to love?

In two words, through a Sacred Union. The Sacred Feminine and the Sacred Masculine are rising, intertwining like the serpents on the staff, illuminating a path to greater healing and integration on our collective ascension journey.

The Sacred Feminine invites us into the cave, invites us to hold with compassion our personal and collective wounds. To hold them with limitless love. To alchemize them into wisdom.

The Sacred Feminine is gathering our souls together for this great work of ascension, transformation and transmutation of the past into the future.

The Sacred Masculine is rising to meet his beloved, the Sacred Feminine, to create the sanctified container necessary for feminine wisdom to materialize on the earthly plane. To enforce the boundaries required to create safe space for the unfoldment of magic.

The Sacred Union is the marriage of all that is holy, just and righteous. It is the inner work we do to marry all parts of ourselves, to bring divine balance into our thoughts, beliefs, words and actions.

It is where we derive our true power, and where love becomes the fuel of co-creation.

It is what brings us wholeness, which is what healing truly is. Remembering that we are whole.

Whether you know it or not or feel it or not, you are awakening. You are ascending.

You’ll know it if your life has been turned upside down.
You’ll know it if you’re unable to feel well in a crumbling, unwell world.
You’ll know it if your heart and soul are tugging or outright shoving you towards the far edge of your comfort zone, towards greater connection, purpose, freedom and joy in your life.

Whispering…It’s time… It’s time… It’s time.

There’s no going back. The only way out is through.

Here’s to Limitless, Divine, Absolute love in 2023 and beyond.

Here’s to you,
Anné

P.S. If you know in your bones you are being called to create more purpose, connection, love and joy in your life in 2023, let’s talk. The sacred is rising within you and you may benefit from my intuitive guidance. The call is complimentary and may be just what you need to create your own sacred union within. (One woman recently described this call as one of the more holy experiences of her life.)

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