Just a girl, living in the haunted house of her dreams.

What was once called the East View Farm is now my forever home. We’ve been shapeshifting its energy since we arrived and so many deep layers I have cleared.

There are spirits here that we coexist with. Feminine energy that’s gentle and protective of this place. I work with them often. She’s a big old house that always needs work, cleaning, love. But she’s now become a deeply healing place to rest, with abundant and reliable sources of wild medicine and food.

As tradition says, you keep some things as they are to honor the history of the house, and other things must be mended and changed. This old farmhouse has held me through so much in twelve years. It’s become a temple for me, a place of safety.

Even through the sharp edges of cleansing this place and all it’s shown me, I relearn to feel safe again, deepening each time.

When I was in my 6th grade art class my teacher asked us to draw a dream we had for the future. I drew this house. I even had the giant maple tree and the stream in the correct spots. I’ll never forget when my husband first took me here. In the dim light of the evening I got out of my car and neared the entrance. As the house began to appear my jaw dropped and I said “you’ve got to be kidding me.”

What my heart said was, “I know you, we’ve met before, in another timeline, and I’m ready to come home.”

I’ve been here ever since. Listening, tending, offering, and resting. My Auntee once told me, after so many lives and so much work, this life is a healing life for you. I keep that with me always. ✨