Trusted and Highly Recommended Shamanic Services in Nova Scotia since 2009

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Welcome

And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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AS we heal and grow we can offer more of our true selves to the world. This is the evolving space of my offerings. I am blessed and honoured to help others heal their wounds and bring their own true selves forward for the betterment of the world.

As creative and inspired gifts I offer you art and flower essences to bring you beauty and flow. If you are interested in learning techniques and skills in art or shamanism you can take a class or come for an individual session. If you are in need of healing I welcome you to my clinic in Blandford where there is always a cup of tea, at least one good laugh, a bird in flight, and deep deep soulful healing.

I run a series of retreats and workshops for women on exploring our European ancestral lineage practices. Please go to Ancientpracticesforwomen.com to get the full story.

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The Song of Wandering Aengus
BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
And cut and peeled a hazel wand,
And hooked a berry to a thread;
And when white moths were on the wing,
And moth-like stars were flickering out,
I dropped the berry in a stream
And caught a little silver trout.

When I had laid it on the floor
I went to blow the fire a-flame,
But something rustled on the floor,
And someone called me by my name:
It had become a glimmering girl
With apple blossom in her hair
Who called me by my name and ran
And faded through the brightening air.

Though I am old with wandering
Through hollow lands and hilly lands,
I will find out where she has gone,
And kiss her lips and take her hands;
And walk among long dappled grass,
And pluck till time and times are done,
The silver apples of the moon,
The golden apples of the sun.

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