This day was not what I had expected, but of course it had been forming quietly under the surface over time in that magical way that only becomes clear once the steps are being revealed to me in layers as I am ready to see them. 
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It began at my son’s aikido class, a few years ago. I was sitting with the other parents watching the children move through their practice when I found myself in easy conversation with another mom. I knew her, but not well. As we talked something shifted in the air between us. I felt the unmistakable warmth of spirit connection arriving, quite powerful and clear, and we slipped into a small side room where we could really be with what was unfolding.

A presence came through with immediacy and force, clear and specific and full of personality. There was warmth in his energy, and directness, and a humor that felt completely like him. I shared what I was receiving and watched the familiar wash of undeniable recognition bloom in her being.

Atawi Art Mcconville, a powerful Tribal healer was coming through. Art was instrumental in creating and founding the Water Ceremonies that now bring together many bands of indigenous people each year to gather in community and heal the waters at Cathedral Park on the Willamette River. 
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Cassie shared with me that around age 40 Art got a job on the Warm Springs Reservation in their Cultural Resources Department collecting stories from elders. Around that same time, Cassie shared that 70 aunties decided it was his time to learn how to connect with Creator to become the healer he was intended to be. After dedicated training, the elders knew when it was his time to face Creator, to receive his first song, to relieve himself of all fear and negative self talk and to trust his spirit to connect to the Creator. It was in this first moment he made the commitment for life to always protect and heal his people and this is when he received his powerful healing gifts from Creator.

He had just crossed over, and she was navigating the particular ache of losing someone who had been both mentor and anchor, whose influence had stretched far and whose absence was being felt widely and deeply. His energy that day was unmistakably alive, present, and loving.

It was a powerful moment, and not very common for me to step into spirit connection when not in session. But his energy was not going to miss the opportunity to communicate and was very clearly connected to the flow of healing energy I invite to come through me in service of the highest good for all. 

Cassie came to see me in my office over the following year and Art came through loud and clear. We have seen each other in passing and she’s invited me to be at the Water Ceremony since that happened but it never seemed to align with my schedule.

Then about a week ago I ran into her at a Girls on the Run event, both of us there cheering children on. She shared that the Water Ceremony was happening the following weekend, that there would be a grief ceremony and invited me to come and participate. I had already committed to spending that weekend with three other powerful healer friends, with ceremonial intention to be together along the Columbia River, with the land and water, getting powered up to serve in our respective ways. I felt the familiar pang of missing this event again, but was committed to the plan of sharing space with these women. 

A couple weeks prior when the explosion happened at the paper mill in Longview, Washington, I’d reached out to these women and asked if we could specifically focus on healing the water and life in the Columbia River that toxic chemicals had seeped into from the explosion. We would be about 20 minutes down river from where that happened and the potency of being that close felt timely and important to honor the healing we could bring. 

Then, as the weekend approached, something began to shift. One by one, things came up for each of us. Someone had food poisoning the night before we were to gather, someone else accidentally put it on the calendar for a different day, I learned my niece would be graduating that day and didn’t want to miss it, the weather turned to a full day of rain where we were headed. The original plan was softening and releasing the way things do when energy is redirecting. Even though we all deeply wanted to be together, we each recognized what was happening. The energy was changing direction and asking us to follow.

As soon as I recognized this, I said to the text thread, “💕💕💕 yes let’s follow the energy! 💚” And as I felt into what the shift was opening, it became completely clear - OF COURSE - the Water Ceremony!

I immediately reached out to Cassie to ask if it would be welcome for us to come and if we could offer to contribute to the grief ceremony. It was an immediate yes. She connected me with the three other healers who had put heart, thought and love into the grief ceremony and they beautifully welcomed us into the planning and delivery. From there everything unfolded with that particular ease that I have learned to recognize as spirit led guidance.

It all happened so quickly, that it took a moment for me to realize.

Art. 

Of course. 

Our healing water intentions belonged in greater community at this event rather than up river on our own. 
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What an amazing organizer and orchestrator you are. Thank you Art.

Now we return to the grief ceremony. By the time afternoon arrives, the earlier dancing ceremony has ended, the drums quieted, the energy shifting. We have woven our way into the day gradually, my four healer friends and I, and now three of us step into what we came to offer alongside the three women who had invited us to join them.

Beneath the tall trees and the magnificent arc of the St. Johns Bridge, we move in and out between each other, honoring grief in its many forms and the many ways it lives individually, in community, in the rivers across lands and lifetimes. A few minutes in, my friend AmberJane, a powerful Native healer herself, beautifully calls in the directions, our allies and lands us all home at this water’s edge in a way that feels potent and provides a level of truth hard to sometimes feel in our active busy lives. We later stand at the microphone together and sing spontaneously, letting the notes find what words can’t reach. 
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We take a moment, the four of us, before we go our separate ways, to walk down to the water’s edge. We make our blessings and our prayers and offer our healing intentions and energies to the river, to all the life within it, to everything downstream and beyond.

I feel so honored to have been invited. So grateful to the ancestors for bringing me into a place where I can both contribute and receive. Grateful to Cassie for her trust, Art for his, my healer friends for theirs and this primarily indigenous community for theirs too. And I am also grateful for your trust.

The experience of the day continues to moves through me, reverberating and reaching into my cells to reform and heal. Art and your spirit teams and I now offer its ripples of presence and healing to the waters that run through your body. Let them be with you for a few moments or a few hours. When you’re ready, let them expand into people, plants, animals, all life.

We invite you to take some time in these next days in whatever ways help you feel most present to fully receive this offering. ✨

This is what I know to be true: we are all in this together. And together we are stronger, more joyful, more clear, more loving than any of us could be on our own. We each belong no matter where we come from, where we live, what our ancestries are. We belong in a way that is deeper and more profound than any individuality. 
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And when we listen and follow where the energy is leading, amazing things, greater than we could imagine, present themselves to us in blossoming majestic alignment.
​In closing I would like to invite you to meet Art through this wonderful video and learn more about the work he, Cassie and other full hearted dedicated souls are doing to heal the waters and our communities through Portland Harbor Coalition. Please consider donating and getting involved.

Thank you for your trust and your time, for reading these words, watching Art speak and taking in our offering. 
🌈 With so much love,

I have known for a long time that what happens in these sessions doesn’t belong only to the people in the room. This podcast is me fulfilling a request from the spirit world to begin to share their wisdom, healing and validation with the world. 

My child self knew the truth of this work. She could feel stagnant energy and pain in people and knew she could help them heal. But as I got older, I was swept up in a powerful and exciting wave that led me right into the heart of the fashion industry. I followed the energy and listened to my intuition, as I always do, through some significant and rare successes. So when mediumship came knocking at my door, even though it was a surprise, I could feel my inner child’s excitement at my return to the deep well of knowing and healing that had been patiently awaiting me. 
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The story below illustrates my exciting and wild journey into creating one of the first sustainable high-fashion brands and how that led to where I am now. I hope it inspires you to trust your intuition and find your way through your own journey of desires, challenges and belonging. (but first scroll down, there’s something I want you to see below)

A continued return to the deep well of knowing and healing is waiting patiently for you too. It has been beautifully unfolding in your life in both big and subtle ways. Have you noticed? 
Your unique energy signature has its own loving, trusting truth that lives within you. Here’s an invitation to close your eyes or focus on nature and take some rich full deep breaths with a smile to your heart. Soften your jaw, shoulders and belly and breathe in a warm “YES” to allowing this knowing to unfold into your consciousness in brighter, more recognizable ways as you continue on your journey. ✨

​Come experience a live virtual gallery style audience reading demo with me on May 23rd & June 13th 10:30am PST / 1:30pm EST / 6:30pm GMT. Though I’ve done both audience readings in person and small group sessions for up to six attendees on zoom for years, I’ve never done an audience reading on zoom. I’m excited to connect with you and your loved ones in spirit! Tickets are limited and these will fill, so if your heart says “YES!” get them now. 

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​Thank you for watching, listening and reading. I hope you welcome these offerings into your heart and feel a greater sense of belonging in the world.
Lots of love,

I never know who I’m going to land on next.
In group sessions, I move through the circle intuitively, feeling my way toward whatever or whomever wants to come through for each person. Sometimes that means walking around the room. Sometimes it means pausing and listening. Sometimes it means following an image that flashes into my mind and trusting it completely, even before I understand it.

Lately, the animals have been showing up.
In one recent session, I was walking around the circle of six people when I saw brand new shoes in my mind - pristine, still stiff. I said it out loud, and a woman across the table smiled. She was wearing them for the first time that day. That’s how I found my way to her.

I knew nothing about her. But once I landed, I could feel a dog, or dogs. She confirmed it. Then the puppy feeling came in strong, and I couldn’t shake it even when she said no, there was no puppy. We stayed with it, talked around it, and then she remembered: one of her dogs had just been diagnosed with autism. He acts like a puppy, she said with a laugh. I knew we’d landed.

Then another image arrived: a broken toe, two toes taped together. Her eyes went wide. Her dog had just broken a toe that morning and was taped to the one beside it. The room laughed. That warm, full-body kind of laugh that happens when something lands so precisely it becomes funny. It was incredible evidence that blew me away too because that wasn’t the reason I was aware of for receiving that image. 
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What I was seeing was her dog in spirit, the darker medium-sized one I’d felt earlier, that she’d confirmed. He was showing me the taped toes as a metaphor of what he was doing: taping himself to the dog with autism. Anchoring there. Saying, I’ve got him. I’m helping him learn how to be in his body, in this lifetime, in this family. It was so tender, and everyone in that circle got to feel it.

In another recent group, a fluffy, regal cat came through the moment I turned toward his person. He was magnificent and he absolutely knew it. He was prancing, proud, practically preening. His person started laughing immediately because yes, that was him, completely. At the end of the session she pulled out a photo, and the whole room recognized him at once.

That same session brought something new for me. For the first time, I offered energy work to every single person in the group. I’ve worked with energy for years, but this was the first time it was so clearly what each person needed, one right after the other, fitting perfectly with what was relevant for each of them on their journeys, all the way around the circle of six people. When I shifted how I was moving with the energy for the woman whose cat had come through, my fingers I felt suddenly needed to flutter, she gasped with her eyes still closed. “Your ability is incredible, Anna.” She said. To be witnessed while offering something I love and feel so honored to be able to do, is its own kind of gift for me too. I can feel what is happening and how this energy is changing and healing people and it is so validating when someone who is receiving this can feel it and when others are witnessing the experiences both directly and indirectly.
 
And then there was the man who knew he needed to go last. He was attending his first group session, navigating a significant career transition as a leader in the medical field, with many potential paths in front of him. He watched everyone else receive before he let himself open. By the time I reached him, something had settled. What the session gave him wasn’t an answer. It was something more useful: a deeper trust in his own knowing.

He’s in a coaching container with me now, and what I’m watching is how quickly things move when someone decides to do this soul work. The options that were acting as bridges from one way of seeing himself in the world to another, helping him feel comfortable making a shift, are falling away with clarity. They were’t the landing place, they were part of the journey, but that wasn’t clear initially. What’s left is lit up and alive and lots of energy is building and growing in these directions with actionable results lining themselves up with delight. It’s so cool how fast this can happen.

I’m sharing these stories with you because they point to something I want you to remember: you have access to this kind of deep connection and it lives inside your heart. You are this supported. All the time.

Here’s an invitation. 

Give yourself a moment right now away from accomplishing anything else. Imagine the tendrils of responsibility releasing from you and allowing all your energy to come back home with a smile of welcome. 

Take a few slow, deep breaths. Look out at some nature if you can. 

Give your heart a smile and let yourself receive some love from your spirit team, nature, the elements, animals. Let that love fill your heart and spill out to fill your whole being. Allow this love to fuel your next decision. Let it remind you that you are not navigating this life alone, and let whatever wants to move through you, be welcome. Try trusting it before you know entirely what it means, and see what happens.

And if you’re inspired to experience a group session for yourself, I’d love to see you in the circle. My next group sessions are online 4/9 & 4/30 and in person, 3/30 & 4/27. There are six people per session and everyone receives evidential messages and healing. Spots are limited and tend to fill quickly. $111 per seat.

​That’s it for now my loves. Thanks for reading and I’ll see you next time!

​Ten years ago today, as placed a banana into the blender at 10:30am, I had a sudden vision: I saw myself walking downstairs and telling my husband it was time. 
And just after that vision landed, the intense wave of my first contraction (or surge as they are called in the hypnobirthing world)washed over me.

I had three more within the next half hour, about ten minutes apart. Then suddenly they were five minutes apart - only a half hour after they started! I wasn’t sure what to do - this was WAY faster than what was expected and it was my first child and still ten days before my due date. I called the hospital - I was advised once surges are five minutes apart to go to the hospital (We had decided on a hospital birth due to historical family complications with births). The women I spoke to were great, coaching me to trust my body and urged me to call my doula. Once I got her on the line, she asked me a few questions and when I answered “yes” to all of them, she said, “It’s go time,” and was on her way.

Between surges, my husband made me a meal, which I tried to eat between the waves - I would need the energy. My mom came over from work a couple hours later. I have such a memory of the beautiful afternoon sunlight streaming through the living room window, warm though golden leaves, and my mom, who birthed me holding me and smiling. 

Everything moved really quickly. Chris raced around the house gathering the last few things (for anyone in this position, learn from us and save yourself from additional stress! Don’t just have a list, have a checklist for your hospital or birthing center bag - I had been packing it and Chris didn’t know what was there, what wasn’t, and where the remaining items are.)

We had gone to hypnobirthing classes throughout my pregnancy, which I highly recommend. I didn’t want to know how dilated I was, as suggested by them. I wanted to trust my body, go with the energy of this process instead of being afraid. I met each surge like a wave, breathed through it, and stayed as present as I could.

Within a couple hours, the surges were two minutes apart. We headed for the hospital, and the fun British midwife, instead of telling me how dilated I was, said, “Well, I wish I could prescribe your cervix,” which made everyone laugh — even me, between contractions.
They got me right into the tub - this was a good sign, as it meant I was close to transition. The lights were low. Our fake candles glowed around the tub. We had lavender nearby, and calm music playing. I closed my eyes and focused on the rhythm of my breath. All those hours of practice were SO helpful.

Only two hours after arriving at the hospital, I wanted to push. I said it out loud — twice — and nothing happened. I knew I couldn’t birth my baby in the tub in this hospital. On the third time, I opened my eyes and realized it was only my mom and Chris in the room. I learned that the nurses and midwife had stepped out for a shift change, and my doula had just gone to take a break.
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I hollered, “Get the nurse!” My mom ran to find help. Within minutes, everyone was back, and they moved me onto the table. Our British midwife decided to stay on to see the birth through and twenty minutes later, this little being came out of my body.

​We didn’t know yet that he was a boy. It was a total surprise as he twisted out and into my husband’s arms — and such a relief to be done. My throat was raw from the hollering through the last stages, but I felt so alive. As soon as he was born, with a FULL head of long hair (!!) we put Hugh Masekela’s ”African Secret Society on in the background and just breathed and smiled and took in this new life.
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Eight and a half hours from start to finish. A blur of light, sound, and love.
Now, ten years later, my boy is growing into the most amazing human — creative, funny, full of energy, and endlessly loving.

​I’m so grateful I got to become a mother, even with all the challenges, it is an incredible adventure. 

I hope wherever you are on your journey, you take time to reflect and celebrate the big moments. Here’s to the gift that is life! 

As we spoke, I sensed a shift in the man’s energy. He shared that he’d been moving through some major life transitions. I could feel the pull of spirit connection asking me to help facilitate healing. I could sense that he felt something stirring and building too. I knew I needed to place my hands on him and asked for his consent to do energy work, and he agreed.

I touched my fingers to his back, powerful energy began to flow. The clear knowing came into my awareness and this knowing was transferred through energy, telepathy and a few short words to help them ground into his consciousness. He was astonished that the words were exactly what he had been feeling and wondering in his heart. They were what he needed to hear to accept and release and fully open to the changes that were being offered to him. Tears welled in his eyes. I could feel a profound shift taking place for him right there by the pool.

The whole conversation and energy exchange lasted maybe five or ten minutes, but it left an imprint on all of us. Later, he came back to thank me deeply. I could feel his gratitude, and I knew that this moment would be a turning point for him. It was the medicine he had been waiting for, asking for and it came through because I was listening, because we were all listening.

This is what I love about living this way — attuned to the quiet (and sometimes not-so-quiet) guidance of intuition. When we’re centered enough in our hearts to trust the flow of our inner knowing, we tap into what I believe is our highest form of intelligence. This guidance is always available to us, and it connects us — to each other, to our purpose, and to the unseen support that walks with us.

Greetings! I am excited to share that I was asked to speak about intuition recently on KATU news. It was a lovely experience and tricky to fit so much information into a short 7 minutes! This is a great overview of what intuition is and why it is so valuable! 

Ready to bring big upgrades into your life, team or organization? I help people learn about this highly valuable and underutilized skill that we all have access to. Learn more about my individual coaching here and my work with organizations here. 

Ready for a powerful session? To be seen at a soul level? To connect with loved ones and animals in spirit? See my google and yelp reviews to learn more about people's experiences and if your heart is resonating with the alignment of this invitation, book your individual session for a 1:1 deep dive or community session seat for a condensed connection and to witness the power of others receiving as well. There are 6 available each time, first come first served - my next one is in NW PDX at 6:30pm August 18, 2025). Both experiences are magical and wonderful! 

I am beside myself with awe and excitement. She explains that she called so that she could be with me to witness me receiving this news and share in the exciting moment. It is one of the most incredible validations that this vision and intention I have to bring healing into the fashion industry is working; that it is real, is valued and the world is ready to hear it.

This cover story is a HUGE deal and it catapults my brand into getting more and more attention, therefore spreading this surge of energy and healing through the industry.
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For more on my journey in the fashion industry, see Flight to Paris.

I swiveled the microphone away from my face before saying a word and started to play my singing bowls for the standing room only crowd. The hum of early morning chatter faded as the sound echoed through the beautifully designed space, reaching into every heart. I let the harmonies lead this room of unsuspecting folks through a bath of sound before directing them to their journals, followed by more exciting surprises. 
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I was doing this for the State of the Union 2025 kickoff meeting for Living Room Realty’s team of around seventy members. The company was celebrating many things and it was inspiring to see this community cheer each other on for so many wins, prioritizing taking the time and space to share authentic messages of appreciation for each other.

I just posted on IG about this concept of taking time to celebrate after the issue popped up in a couple of my sessions yesterday. We often move on so quickly once we’ve achieved a milestone or reward. We tend to critique what we think we didn’t get right and quickly leap into the next challenge. It is often hard to settle into actually receiving and it can be uncomfortable to slow down enough to fully let in the joy. 
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Many of us have been trained to value mistakes or things we got wrong more than what we got right. As Greg Bell brought to my attention in his book, “What’s Going Well”, when we were young, our wrong answers were circled in red, and there were often no marks for our correct answers. It turns out our brains are hard-wired to scan for what could be a threat at a much higher percentage than what is safe and feels good.

Our brains even prioritize storing more challenging or traumatic memories than ones that feel good and rewarding. We are therefore more oriented toward remembering and seeking out the challenges and not experiencing joy quite as much. However, we no longer need to be aware of a saber-toothed tiger and don’t need this outdated form of prioritization. We have the power to consciously shift this “negativity bias” as psychologists call it, and aim our sights on what FEELS GOOD. 

So this is my invitation for you:

Notice in your life where you can recognize a choice to either double down on the intensity and difficulty or release the belief that it has to be hard in order to be relevant or true. Allow yourself to let in the wins, the moments of reflection on what is going well and the things that feel good.

Where in your awareness can you allow yourself to receive RIGHT NOW as you reflect on what is happening in your life?

Try practicing scanning for what feels good within the situations that present themselves for the next two weeks to help rewire the baseline operating program of your brain. What do you think might happen? Notice if you have any resistance to prioritizing this focus. I’d love to hear about your experience and I am happy to help if you find this to be a challenge.

A big thank you to Living Room Realty for having me and contributing to this conversation and movement.

This particular Saturday started like most of our Saturdays: my husband and I slept in, staying warm under the quilt as the outside world slowly defrosted. When we finally got up, we made coffee and eggs. After breakfast, I headed to the gym for my usual Saturday routine, taking extra time to relax in the sauna and hot tub after my workout.

“Should I go to Costco or Fred Meyer for groceries?” I wondered. “Eh, I don’t feel like dealing with Costco today—Freddy’s it is,” I silently decided.

I grabbed a second coffee on my way to the store, picked up a shopping cart, and headed in for the few items we needed for the week. Almost immediately after entering, I nearly dropped my coffee in disbelief. There, right in front of me, was an elderly woman who, from behind my now-cloudy glasses, looked exactly like my sweet, recently departed grandmother.

Her humble 5’4” gently rounded silhouette appeared just as I remembered from our many years of shopping together. From her white bob haircut to the baggy capri pants and even the questionably fashionable yet undeniably comfortable Crocs—her signature shoe in her later years—everything about her felt so familiar. My brain worked feverishly to reconcile my reality with what I was seeing.

It took everything in me not to run up and hug her. Should I? I thought. No, that would be weird. You’d probably scare her. I took a deep breath. Pull yourself together.

I teared up just watching her mosey near the front of the store. She even had her purse looped on her arm instead of in the cart—just like my grandmother always did. Her cane rested in the cart’s seat. How can this be? I wondered.

I eventually collected myself and decided not to startle this kind stranger. I shook it off as a coincidence, smiled to myself, and moved on to the produce section. But not long after, as I was searching for bananas, I looked up to find the familiar petite woman directly in front of my cart, her kind eyes meeting mine from behind her mask.

This time, I couldn’t help myself. “Pardon me,” I began. “You look just like my grandmother, who raised my brothers and me. We lost her about a year ago.”

Her eyes lit up. “Oh my heavens! Isn’t that special?” she exclaimed. “How old was she?”

“Eighty-two when she departed,” I replied.

“I’m 92, and I’ll be 93 this June 15. Can’t believe I’ve made it this far!” she beamed softly, placing a hand on her chest.

I was floored. “My grandfather’s birthday was June 15,” I shared, still in disbelief. “He and my grandmother were married sixty-one years.”

“Well, isn’t that special,” she said. “You know, son, I believe I’m still here to take care of my son, who struggles a lot mentally. That’s why I haven’t been called home yet. Your grandmother, though—she finished her work. It was her time to move on. And I can tell she did a mighty fine job raising you boys.”

Tears welled up again, and I thanked her.

“You take care of yourself, ma’am. Many blessings to you. I hope you live another 92 years!”
“My goodness!” she exclaimed, chuckling. “I certainly don’t!”—a response my grandmother would have given to such a bold statement. We both laughed.

“God bless you,” she said as we said our goodbyes. “Take care and have a great day.”

As she disappeared from view, I noticed the items in her cart: a small spiral ham, bakery cookies, clementines, potato chips, and Pine-Sol. Pine-Sol was my grandmother’s go-to cleaning solution for everything.

“Wow,” I thought. “What a special gift and visit.”

I tried to collect myself, pretending my emotion was just indecision over which celery stalks to take home. As I moved aisle to aisle, I found myself longing to see her again. But no matter how much I looked, she was gone.

I thought about my grandmother and all the happy and sad moments we shared—the celebrations, the struggles, and the love she poured into raising my brothers and me. I realized the next day would mark the 63rd birthday of my grandparents’ firstborn, my would-be aunt, who had departed at just five days old.

It was also one year since my first-ever mediumship session with Anna, where my grandmother had been the first spirit to visit. She’d immediately apologized for not heeding the medical advice I had begged her to follow before her departure. I’d spent hours pleading with her in the hospital to listen to the doctors, but true to form, she had smiled and said, “If it’s my time, it’s my time.”

After her departure, I wrestled with guilt. Could I have done more? Was she upset with me for pleading with her? During that session, she reassured me there was nothing I could have done differently. Her apology and validation helped me begin to heal.

As I rounded the last aisle and headed to checkout, I remembered another detail from that session: Anna had mentioned a young child’s birthday being celebrated in spirit. At the time, I couldn’t place it, but later that day, an aunt reminded me it would have been her baby sister’s birthday.

I finished at the register, took one last look at the produce aisle, and walked out to the parking lot. The sunlight rested gently on my forehead as I smiled.

I choose to believe it was a sweet visit from my grandmother’s spirit, a reminder that she’s still near. Her earthly work was complete—she had raised her slain daughter’s three boys into men. And in that moment, I felt her reminder: You’ve got this. I’m with you always. Live your life fully, as I raised you to do.

The car ride home was warm and quiet, but I wasn’t alone. Of that, I am certain.

If you have a story or strong memory about your experience in session with me or something related and you get a tug to share it, please reach out! I’d love to hear from you and it may be just the right medicine for someone reading here.
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Sending warmth to all,
Anna Blossom

​Mark interviewed top scientists and leaders, including the former head of the psychic department at the CIA, studying the validity of telepathy, near death experiences, psychic phenomena, mediumship, remote viewing and more. He builds a strong case about the nature of how we experience consciousness that challenges our world view and invites us to expand our understanding about the nature of reality.
I have often recommended this podcast over the years to clients and just res-listened to it over the past week. I am once again amazed and inspired and can feel that we are much closer as a society to accepting this science as self evident than we were a few years ago when I first listened. He’s since written several more books which I can’t wait to read. You can learn more about his work on his website.
Take a look in the microscope, as Mark says, and enjoy the journey of learning and validating things that have likely already felt like truth, and stretching your understanding of why we’re here.
I’d love to hear from you about this. Comment below or reply to your email and let me know what you think!
Warmth,
Anna Blossom

People used to ask me when I would come home for a visit from New York or Italy if it was intimidating competing in the fashion industry. I could understand why they asked but I never saw it that way. I was following that authentic spark of intuition, that wave of inspiration and energy and I knew what I was doing was right. I was fulfilling my reason for being here. No hesitation. This lead to many layers of success and prepped me to lead in all the forms that have unfolded in my life.
These days I get to coach leaders from someone ready to step into their personal power to those who run large scale multinational organizations. No matter the level of leadership, when we allow TRUST instead of FEAR motivate and drive us forward, this is what is felt by ourselves and those we lead. This is the energy the world responds to in affirmation.
✨ Here’s an invitation for you ✨
Who are the most influential and inspiring leaders that you have experienced in your life? Teachers, parents, a boss, a mentor, a friend.
What immediately stands out to you about why they inspired you so much? Take a moment here to pause and notice which memories stand out to you and the feeling in your body and images in your mind when you access those memories.
Send a wave of respect and gratitude to them for showing you a new way to understand the world and yourself in it. Now look the other direction and take a moment to breath in the gratitude from those who you have positively influenced in your life.
Let that recognition and gratitude be fuel to inspire trust in yourself to lead your life and your work from a place authenticity.
INTUITION IS AT THE CENTER OF AUTHENTICITY, IT IS OUR MOST TRUE INNER VOICE.
​⭐️ This is a wonderful time of year to bring in fresh perspective! ⭐️ If you’re ready for some coaching support individually or for your organization, I’m ready and excited to help you reveal a new way forward!
Thanks for reading!

The choir rehearsed in elder care facilities so residents could join us. We moved through different facilities over the years, and no matter the location, it became a sanctuary of community, a place where music softened the edges of our lives. We performed in hospitals, shelters and community spaces as a service to others and to ourselves.

And then we sang at Coffee Creek Women’s Prison.
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We prepared for weeks. There were conversations about what it meant to enter a prison with our voices, about the responsibility of showing up with integrity, kindness, safety. By then, my mom and I had been singing together for decades. You can learn more about that journey here, but please read on first. She had written a song called “Queen of Diamonds,” a fierce, vulnerable, powerful a capella piece we’d performed up and down the West Coast since I was a teenager. It had even been adopted by the Aurora Chorus; it had brought countless people to tears. But no one in our choir had heard it yet.
Until Crystal asked us to sing it at the prison.

There were about fifty of the seventy or so choir members there that day. There was a rigorous check-in process in order to enter. The sound of doors unlocking again and again as we walked through hallways and rooms until we were in an auditorium on a stage, packed in tight. We sang a few of our ensemble pieces, and the power of many voices filled the room. Then, to the surprise of the choir members, Crystal quietly asked my mom and me to step forward.

I knew the song would be emotional, but I didn’t expect what happened next.

​We stood at the front of the stage, with rows of incarcerated women in front of us and our choir sisters behind us. The first lines left our mouths and the whole room was pulled into a portal of time slowing down. A few verses in, tears were flowing for women everywhere in the room.

I’ve performed this song many times. I’m used to the tears it provokes. But this was different.

You could feel something unnamed inside the room lifting, loosening, being witnessed. It was as if the music created a bridge between us: women on both sides of the stage, all carrying our own stories, suddenly connected through the power of this song.

I could barely get through the final lines. My throat tightened, and I let myself feel it, this profound, collective moment where sound became healing, where our presence together became medicine.

And when I think about that day, and all the songs we’ve shared with so many, especially now, I feel that medicine asking something of me. Of my mom. Of all of us. 
Because the world on many levels feels heavy. Fearful. Disconnected in ways that ache. And I’ve been feeling a pull - a quiet, persistent tug in my chest - to return to community singing, to the medicine it brings, to the joy it opens, to the belonging it restores.

So I’m creating something for us. 

A space to Sing for Your Spirit.

For healing. For hope. For joy.

For community. For breath. For the simple miracle of being alive together.

Why singing matters

Singing in community isn’t just uplifting, it changes your biology. Studies show that singing stimulates vagal tone, supporting emotional regulation, resilience, and a sense of safety. And singing in community increases endorphins and dopamine, lifting mood and cultivating joy.

Sing for your Spirit 

So here is my love and spirit filled offering for you. 

We’ll gather every 1st & 3rd Monday of the month 6-8:30pm in North Portlandstarting January 5th and sing circle songs and rounds in the oral tradition. Some will be original, many from around the world, mostly a cappella and all with uplifting meaning. We’ll weave in guided visualizations, sound healing and somatic practices to help you land in your body and soften your nervous system. And then we’ll have tea time to connect and build community. No experience is necessary, only a heart willing and ready to show up. 

If something in you is yearning for connection, for release, for joy, for a place to exhale, soften and receive… join us! Even if you’re shy about singing. Even if someone once told you not to sing. Your voice is beautiful and carries potent medicine for you and for the world. Don’t let those old stories hold you back from receiving. 

And yes, my mom, my incredible, powerful, beloved songstress mom, will be there with me. If you know her, you already know what a gift she is. If you don’t yet, you’re about to.
This is my most accessible community offering—rooted in love, healing, and the power of our shared voices.
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I can’t wait to see you, to sing with you, and to create something beautiful together.

On this post election day I have an offering for you.

It feels as though our political focus over these past months has been like a storm of thoughts and projections, fears and hopes brewing and multiplying in intensity. It has been easy to get swept up in its gales and find myself off center and I know I’m not alone.

As we are shifting into landing on one side of such an intense, politically polarized experience, I invite us all to focus inward and ANCHOR. We are exhausted from the power of the magnetic pull and repel, no matter our individual orientation. Many of us have been giving a significant amount of our energy to this and it will help to rebalance us and each other to bring it back home. (See my post about our energetic relationship with news and media for more on this concept, but stay with me here first.)
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Here is my invitation:

• First, let go of doing anything else for a few moments and take a break from meeting anyone else’s needs.
• Bring your awareness to your breath, slowing and quieting the external noise and chaos of words, images and imagined potentials and instead focus on being RIGHT HERE IN YOUR BODY RIGHT NOW.
• Soften your jaw and your shoulders.
• Breathe deeply through your nose noticing the rising and falling of your chest. See if you can bring a little more breath to your belly than your chest.
• Feel the air, slow and cool, as it enters your body, comforting and warm as it releases.
• See or sense the sharp definition of external influences fading from your system into the background, away from your body and mind on each exhale until you feel it receding, for a couple or few breaths.
• With your inhale bring the ribbons or tendrils of your own energy back home to rest and recover inside the deep resonance of your heart. Know that your energy is cleansed and neutralized as it renters your system.
• Smile to your heart and breathe here in this space until you feel yourself soften and your energy shift.
• Find some nature to connect with through a window, in your space or outside. This nature will continue to carry on expanding and striving to become regardless of the changing winds of leadership, and we will continue to do this too.
  
  

As we focus inward in this way we assist in grounding the nation and the world in all our likeness and differences. We are each expressions, facets of the energy of life, continuing to learn, grow, remember, release. The more we can anchor, the more we can feel safe and settled and this allows us to connect with the greater truths of being alive.

May your breath and heart lead you toward the frequency of love in all its forms.

I own this deck too, yet I don’t feel its power fulfilled unless I draw the cards when in community with others. There are 10 of us sitting at this table and wow, its potency is felt in this moment. Before I knew what the card was representing, I said to the group that my intention was to write. Here’s what it says:

"The black egg contains one of life's most essential treasures - the truth. Inside of it resides no confusion, excuses, small talk, noise, or lies (not even white ones). This living breathing vessel harbors only that which rings truly. When this essence is in balance, we speak slowly and clearly. We are drawn to activities like writing, reading, teaching, singing or perhaps public speaking."
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I took this to be a pretty clear and direct invitation to write from my most true voice and to validate what I had just experienced. So I disregarder the piece I started writing a few days ago and started fresh to honor and work with the essence of energy presenting itself right now.
I was feeling out of sorts before leaving my house to join this co-working group I am sitting in right now. It was after some hours of meeting most of the needs of my eight year old and less of my own. It didn’t occur to me that my discomfort wasn’t the clutter in the house or endless job of summertime parenting, the laundry that needs to be done or the clutter that continues to breed in my house. Though it did present as that at first.

Once I got out the door and on the road, the tears came as I realized that so much of what I was feeling was actually the vulnerability and mortality of my sweet amazing 82 year old dad who had surgery this morning. It was amazing to me that it hadn’t occurred to me that this would be the main cause of my discomfort, but sometimes it takes an unfolding process to recognize what is happening. Especially when one is parenting! (Anyone relate?) Once these feelings had a chance to be recognized and honored, the tension slipped away and my system opened. I felt so much better. I called my mom to see how he was doing. She reported that he was just out of the surgery, that it went really well and he was having some jello. Whew.

After this experience, I was able to shift into preparing for what I plan to do in these coming days, starting to focus again on myself and my work when Nico returns to school tomorrow. I put music on to help me with the transition and once I arrived at my destination, I parked and sat for a few minutes to help me slow down and remember the TRUTH:

The most important thing right now is to connect with my spirit.

I have all that I need.

I am arriving at the right time and in the right place.

I can SLOW DOWN to pivot intentionally toward what is meaningful and depth provoking; toward what feels anchoring and nourishing.

I closed my eyes and breathed in the relief of this knowledge. Then I gathered all my energy from everywhere it has been in the last couple days, sent roots down and walked in.

So here I am, so much more myself from taking those few minutes to anchor into my soul, into my truth. Much more present and ready to be with you in these words. I know you will receive them some time after I’ve written them and they will continue to hold the energy signature of intent, emotion and invitation that they embody as they come into form through my finger tips. No matter when or how many times they are read.

With these words I am now turning to focus on you. I am inviting you to also slow down the rush of perceived external needs and remember what is most TRUE for you right now. Give yourself permission to feel into what your emotions and the feelings in your body are communicating to you and listen. What would be most nourishing, most true to your spirit and most authentic to your body? Allow the unfolding knowing that surfaces to be a wonderful GIFT to yourself. (rather than being afraid of it - which we often are). Then, honor that information and the ask from your body and spirit. Nourish it, love it and do what would be most loving and kind and supportive. Then, if you feel called, open and share your truth with the world. When you do, it models and opens the path for others to show up in their authenticity which helps our hearts heal and makes us all have a more joy filled experience.
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So, even though I was feeling discomfort on my journey to get here, that discomfort had gifts for me and provided an opening for me to connect more deeply with myself and with you. It has also helped me to be energetically accountable, inspired and supported in this co-working space. Just like in group sessions, the energy is amplified when we come together. Our nervous systems co-regulate. Our intentions amplify and our sense of pleasure and safety grows.

They (I’m using they/them pronouns to honor their privacy) felt powerfully connected to the experience and proceeded to join my coaching program. Each month as we have sat together in my office, we have experienced a wonderful, profound unfolding journey of perspective, healing and discovery. 
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At the end of our most recent session, there was a quiet pause as we were moved to talk about how we could invite additional and diverse spiritual leaders to gather, support and inspire each other and the people we serve. Neither of us quite know what that looks like yet, but there was a tangible potency to the conversation. The room suddenly felt charged with energy, like a palpable invitation waiting to be brought into form.

I didn’t grow up with a religion. My South African Russian Jewish dad was hungry to be far from structured social systems after growing up in the grip of Apartheid (pronounced in my family: apart-hate.) He was a bit of a happily rebellious young person, needing to carve his own way through the world. He used the ancient Chinese I Ching, or Book of Changes for several years. As a young girl, this was my first introduction to the concept of an oracle or divine influence in the form of prompted actions and the wisdom of a spiritual book. My mom was born in California and as a child regularly attended a church with her family that is now called "Center for Spiritual Living" - a New Thought Church in the vein of Unity and Unitarian. These organizations take an inter-religious approach to spirituality. As a teen I attended Unity Church with a close friend’s family and would look forward to their semi-annual Youth of Unity regional retreats. That group of people and the structure of those gatherings helped me experience a deep sense of community, unconditional love and support, agency and fun in a way I have always appreciated.
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Both my parents were (and still are) devout creatives, communing with the divine through their love of nature and art in many forms. My mom is an award-winning watercolor painter and musician who worked in the tech field for many years as a web application developer for the City of Portland designing access to data for the 9-1-1 center. My dad was an exhibit design engineer at OMSI for many years, and is a talented painter and sculptor. Both are creative thinkers and open to exploring ideas big and small. Growing up with that open approach to understanding the world has helped me find my way into many areas of my life, including mediumship.

I love that I get to work with many different people that have varying belief systems and that the healing energy of spirit connection can expand beyond the limitations of structured belief systems. All people possess the ability to reach across barriers to understand in our own way what someone from a different background, culture or religion might be communicating. My mom shared that when she was little and was trying to understand the concept of God that her dad said she just needed to add another “o” and it would make sense: “Good.” I think we can lift ourselves up to see that we are all a lot more alike than we are different and that the “good” in each of our hearts is what drives us forward toward healing and thriving within ourselves and our communities. 
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I’m hopeful that with the potency I felt in my conversation with the priest that day, there might be some momentum and energy behind the concept of coming together across belief systems; that something we couldn’t have foreseen individually might have the opportunity to be nurtured and to grow. 

So here is an invitation: Are you a spiritual leader? Do you know one? If so, do you feel drawn to exploring the idea of a new kind of connection, inspiration and support that transcends our respective structures of spiritual connection? Please reach out or share this post if you feel your heart resonating with this idea. I’d love to hear from you. 

I’ll close this part with a heartfelt thank you to the priest who bravely opened their heart to receive through a different platform of spiritual connection, and to all who trust me and the unique medicine I am so honored and amazed to be able to provide. 

Now for a final note. 

I have been asked for many years to teach the energy healing process that I practice in my work. Because I have been taught to do this while in session, being shown what to do by my spirit team and my client’s spirit teams, it hadn’t yet been clear to me how to help facilitate others to learn. I have been feeling a growing pull to teach this and as I was putting together my upcoming fall retreat, I got a big and clear message that it is time. So I am FINALLY providing this long awaited offering to the community at my next retreat!

NOVEMBER 9-11 in Hood River, OR we will gather for a powerful, community focused fun, depth filled experience at my next Spirit Rejuvenation Retreat! Learn, play, practice, heal, love and be loved! 
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Registration opens this Friday August 2nd! Register by 08/08 and receive your special discount of $88.88!!

​Thanks for reading and listening and I look forward to connecting soon. Happy summer fun to you all!
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Anna Blossom

I am grateful for all the wonderful connections, revelations, spirit connection and fun we shared together. If you want to experience this in your life, reserve your early spot for our Fall Retreat here! 
A couple days after I arrived home it was time to build the flow for the facilitation experience I was putting together for adidas teams the following week. I could sense that something on my walk with a friend early that day would initiate the flow of energy that I would engage with to create a relevant and intuitively led experience for them. As we were walking, I was drawn to pick up a piece of bark at the base of a massive redwood tree. The moment I touched it, I was amazed by how incredibly light and soft it was and immediately knew this was the theme for the approach: a light soft touch; unwavering strength in the gentle approach. 
And that’s my message for all of us right now. Surrender into a light touch. Let it be soft and gentle knowing that the massive size of our trunks the and strength of our roots will more than hold us steady and will allow space for all the magic of life to blossom.
I’ll write more as I am able. In the meantime, I appreciate your patience as I navigate through all the amazing work I get to do, my focus on parenting and my healing process. Thank you, all of you who have sent kind and supportive messages and healing my way. 
I do have one more message to share with you. I am absolutely LOVING the coaching work I am doing right now. The energy is incredibly potent at this time and amazing things are happening for people. If you’ve been considering engaging in coaching with me and your heart is asking you to say YES, invite me to join you on your journey. It is magical and powerful! I’m offering in-person coaching now too. Learn more here. 
Lots of love,
Anna Blossom