Practically Spiritual

🎙 Introducing the Wired for Woo Podcast! 🎙

Ever wish you could be a fly on the wall for the kind of late-night talks that dive into intuition, energy, and all the wild, magical twists of life? That’s exactly what this is—two best friends (who just happen to be professional psychic mediums) getting real about the highs, lows, and everything in between on the spiritual journey.

No fluff. No gatekeeping. Just relatable stories, thoughtful insights, and plenty of WTF was that?! moments.

If you’ve ever found yourself thinking…

🔮 “Is that my intuition or just my anxiety?”

⚡ “Why does energy feel SO intense lately?”

💫 “Am I the only one feeling like the universe is playing games with me?”

…you’re not alone. And we’d love for you to join the conversation. 💜

🚀 First episode drops on Spotify and Apple Podcasts on 2/22! 🚀

I did NOT want to move back to Florida. That transition was messy, heartbreaking, lonely, and marked the beginning of a deep journey into my darkest parts.  But now, 5 years later, I'm sitting in the middle of the unfolding of the most beautiful chapter my life has ever known, all because of that move, all because of that season. My life is full of people, passions, and sweetness that I never knew I needed. In some ways it feels as though MY life, the one I am conciously and joyfully creating from my own heart's center, is just beginning. So I invite you to allow your life to move you. Even if what's here may not look like what you hoped it would, or even feels like you're falling apart. Lean into it, our life's magic is found in those moments. We just have to learn how to trust life to do what it does best - move us, change us, and crack us open.

I recently got a Rose of Jericho, and she is teaching me so much. I went in with the assumption you just put her in water and called it a day. That her beauty would be self sustaining and without rest, reflecting back to me the same ways I've held these same, completely unrealistic and unkind expectations upon myself and others. She needs time to dry out completely, to wither into an unsightly brown ball and feel the emptiness and grief of a dry season. In the same way loving myself is learning how to be with myself and see the beauty that is present in my dry season. I'm not always going to look or feel evergreen, and my work is to love myself there, and more scarily, let myself be seen in my dry and mangled season. F**kkkkk. I'm here for it. I'm here for the tears. I'm here for the loneliness. I'm here for the avoidance. I'm giving up the desperate search for water, and instead choosing to lean in closer to the discomfort of this death and the truth she reveals, knowing my evergreen seasons will hold more depth as I make my way through.