OREGON COAST
WILD WOMAN RITUALS

There is a particular kind of magic that's created on the Oregon Coast at night—the kind that asks you to step into the dark with trust, to let the ocean guide you by sound alone, to feel your way forward as the world slowly wakes. I’ve walked this beach countless times in that sacred hour, wrapped in the hush of early morning, but nothing prepared me for what happened today. I was moving along the shoreline, the sky still ink‑black, the waves breathing their steady rhythm be

This morning in Lincoln City, the beach was alive with people—heads down, eyes scanning the grass, searching for glass floats hidden along the shoreline. I thought the city must have advertised a float drop for the new year. There were always people looking for float but rarely this many. As I watched dozens of people comb the beach, I turned my eyes skyward. Above us, the sky was turning purple. The sunrise was breathtaking. Gold melting into rose, rose dissolving into laven

Every morning at 5 a.m., long before the first hint of dawn touches the Oregon Coast, I step onto the sand and begin an eight‑mile walk in complete darkness. No flashlight. No headlamp. Just me, the roar of the Pacific, and a sky scattered with more stars than I could ever count. People often ask why I do it—why I choose to walk alone in the dark, why I don’t bring a light, why I commit to it every single day. The truth is simple: this ritual has become one of the most healin

There is something otherworldly about watching a full moon set into the ocean—especially the first full moon of a new year. In the early hours of January 2026, the Wolf Moon hovered above the Pacific like a glowing lantern suspended between worlds. The air was cold, the tide was low, and the horizon held that soft, silvery shimmer that only winter moons seem to carry. Standing on the Oregon Coast, wrapped in the quiet of dawn, I watched as the moon slowly descended toward the

A Coastal Tradition That Captures the Imagination This year marks the 25th anniversary of Finders Keepers  in Lincoln City, a beloved coastal tradition that has enchanted visitors and locals alike for a quarter of a century. Since 1999, thousands of hand‑blown glass floats—each one a tiny work of art—have been hidden along the seven miles of beach, waiting to be discovered by anyone lucky enough to cross their path. What makes Finders Keepers so special isn’t just the beauty

There is a quiet magic that stirs when women gather in sacred space. Like the gentle tide that caresses the Oregon Coast, these circles invite us to come home to ourselves - to the deep well of wisdom, healing, and connection that resides within. In the embrace of nature’s rhythms and the warmth of sisterhood, we find a sanctuary where our stories unfold, our spirits mend, and our hearts expand. This is the essence of women's healing circles Oregon, a journey of renewal and e

Authenticity isn’t about becoming someone new. It’s about remembering who you were before the world told you who to be. It’s the moment you stop abandoning yourself.

Why the Oregon Coast Is the Ultimate Destination for Spiritual Transformation

Oregon Coast Wild Woman Rituals was born from an inner knowing about my ability to help other women connect with their authentic and wild selves.

There are moments in life that split us open so completely that nothing is ever the same again. For me, that moment came when I was thirteen—the day my parents pulled me out of school to tell me my mother had stage‑four breast cancer. Seven months later, I was standing beside her hospital bed, kissing her goodbye. In an instant, the world that had felt safe, warm, and centered around her love became unrecognizable. Losing her didn’t just break my heart. It fractured my sense