About Jane

A woman with short brown hair wearing a beige top blows out a candle on a cake outdoors, surrounded by trees and rocks, with smoke rising from the candle.

Welcome,

I am in service to the wild remembering.
To the soul’s return to the web of life.
To the unique spark of genius inside all of us.
To the rites that root us into our becoming.
The stories that speak through the land, hearth, and body.
Stories that transform as we breathe life into them, as we remember we are continuously reweaving culture and the collective dream through the telling and transforming of stories.
I serve the new story waiting to be born from the death of the old.

I serve as a witness, a mirror, a guide.
Not as the one who knows, but the one who can meet you in the mystery;
The one who listens;
To the land, the unseen, to the moment as it unfolds, the deeper truth that is wanting to emerge and make itself known.

I serve as a woman who has walked through the fire many times and learned to love the ashes of transformation.
I hold ceremony in wild spaces for those crossing thresholds;
Those in the liminal space where the old skin no longer fits and the new one has not yet been welcomed.

In service to what is ancient and alive in each of us;
The souls longing to belong again,
to the sacred turning of life,
and the wild remembering of who we truly are.