an introduction...

I am called emma. 

I was raised by a nurse who offered reiki for headaches. 

By a physicians assistant who left the medical profession to start a winery when making wine in Oregon was unheard of. 

By grandparents who were master artists in the realms of family, food, exploration, and the mystery of life. 

Jazz music, the moosewood cookbook, and yoga and meditation retreats colored my childhood. 

Professionally, I worked as a critical care nurse for over a decade: pediatric trauma, adult trauma, icu, hospital administration, and managed our local pediatric and nicu departments. 

During the last two years of my nursing career, I was reminded that our modern medical system was based on the principals of astrology and herbalism. I began to explore relationship with plants as medicine from an indigenous perspective, as well as intuitive and medical astrology. 

On June 22, 2022, I was hit by an suv while riding my bike. As with medicine, this accident touched every part of my life. It was an invitation in. Into the body, into sensation, into experience. Into the present.

An understanding that while I was lying broken in the hospital, hearing talk of never walking again and working to save my leg, 

I was deeply, viscerally aware, that I have always been and always will be holy whole. 

These teachings provide orientation both for self and the collective.

With an understanding of cycles of life, art, container, the divine masculine and feminine, learning, exploration, death, and process, I am able to orient to and move with flow. 

Both personally and with an understanding of relationship to source, unique not separate. 

I do not possess these teachings. Teachings that move in and through me, through us all. Not a teacher. A teaching. It is an honor to share process with women.

When women gather to make medicine in community, the medicine is beautiful. 

watching. listening.