Lost in Life? The Unexpected Moments That Lead You Home

Lost in Life? The Unexpected Moments That Lead You Home

The Messy Middle: Where the Magick of Transformation Happens

Have you ever set off on an adventure, sure of where you were headed—only to have everything shift in ways you never saw coming?

I get it.

The Magick You Can’t Plan For

I stood enchanted on the ruins of PhuyupatamarcaI –ancient ruins along the Inca Trail in Peru.

It was late, and the sky was impossibly clear. The kind of clear you only get when you’re high in the mountains—8,900 feet high, to be exact—and miles away from the nearest village.

The moon hung low over the ruins, washing the ancient stones in silver light. Mist curled over the terraces, rising from the valley below like veils of time, sliding between the stones, caressing the landscape with ethereal fingers.

Above me, the stars were so bright—so thick—that it felt like I could reach up and drink them in.

I stood there, surrounded by the echoes of a civilization long gone, feeling small in the best possible way.

The air was alive with a stillness so deep it hummed in my bones.

Even the voices of my fellow trekkers faded away to nothing, like magick.

Standing there, wrapped in that stillness, I felt like I’d stepped out of time, like I was part of something vast and unseen.

Or in a scene from The Lord of the Rings.

It felt sacred.

My whole body hummed. I felt connected to the stars!

It was the third night of my five-day trek along the Inca Trail to Machu Picchu, the bucket-list wonder beloved by people around the world. I could hardly wait to stand amidst the ruins of Machu Picchu itself.

I expected to feel even more of a sacred connection there, to sense the souls of all the pilgrims who had sought the wisdom of the ancients since the Incas fashioned the citadel in the 15th Century.

When Expectations Meet Reality

Instead? Machu Picchu was beautiful.

But in comparison, it felt like a tourist destination. Even though we were allowed in before the throngs of people arrived by train, there were already hundreds of visitors milling about, cameras clicking, voices echoing against the stones.

I kept waiting for that same feeling to hit me—that deep, wordless connection.

But it never did.

And while standing on its terraces makes for great bragging rights, when I look back on that trek, it isn’t Machu Picchu that sends a thrill through my bones.

It’s Phuyupatamarca that I remember with wonder.

That night, wrapped in silver light and silence, stays with me.

When the Journey Surprises You

Isn’t it funny how we set our sights on something—convinced that’s the thing we want—only to get there and realize it was never about the destination at all?

👉 Maybe that’s where you are right now. You thought you knew what your life was supposed to look like—who you were supposed to be—but everything has shifted. Now, the path ahead feels uncertain, like you’re wandering through the mist, waiting for clarity that never quite arrives.

👉 Maybe you feel paralyzed, exhausted, unsure of what step to take next. Or maybe you’ve spent so long trying to be who others expect you to be that you don’t even know what you want anymore.

👉 And I know—it’s tempting to want the answers now. To just skip ahead to the part where it all makes sense.

👉 But what if the magick is already unfolding? Right here. In this in-between space. Even if you can’t see it yet.

We think it’s about reaching the summit, crossing the finish line, arriving at the dream job, the perfect relationship, the life-changing moment.

But more often, it’s about something else entirely.

A feeling we didn’t expect.

A moment we couldn’t have planned.

A serendipitous turn that leads us somewhere even better.

And we only see it looking back—the way the journey itself was quietly reshaping us, showing us what we really wanted all along.

When You’re in the Messy Middle

For the women I work with, this desire for clarity often comes in the messy middle. When everything feels uncertain. When the life they thought they wanted has crumbled, or when they’re stuck in a fog of doubt, exhaustion, and self-questioning.

It’s easy to think, If I could just get there—if I could just feel confident again, if I could just know for sure what’s next—then I’d be okay.

But what if the magick is unfolding right now?

In the moments you can’t yet see as turning points? In the unexpected whispers of intuition, the tiny sparks of curiosity, the glimpses of wonder that catch you off guard?

What’s Been Your Phuyupatamarca Moment?

What’s been your Phuyupatamarca moment?

The time when the real magick wasn’t in the THING you thought you wanted, but in the moments of wonder and synchronicity along the way?

Tell me in the comments—I’d love to hear your story.

Ready to Invite More Magick into Your Journey?

Try this:

Step outside, place your hand on your heart, and ask: What unexpected magick is unfolding for me right now?

Stay open for a sign. 🌿

👉 Reminder: You don’t need all the answers. Just take the next step. Breathe. Trust that the path is unfolding—even in the uncertainty.

And if you need a little extra support along the way, I’m here for you.

Grab my Soul Care Checklist and give yourself the support you deserve.

Much love,

✨ Kristin

Celebrating … the Birth of Practical-Magick

Celebrating … the Birth of Practical-Magick

The Birth of Practical-Magick: A Journey from Chaos to Clarity

I’m going to come straight out and say it: my life has been intense over the past several years. But then, transformation often is.

Between December 2016 and January 2019, my partner and I lost six loved ones. In the midst of that, we were forced to change homes and chose to move into his family’s ancestral Finnish-style log home. It’s lovely—but also old and in constant need of care and repair.

a morning coffee ritual can be part of practical-magick

We’re both self-employed, and when you’re navigating profound loss and upheaval, it’s hard to find the energy to bring in clients. Financial stress followed. And this was all BEFORE 2020 turned the world upside down.

Transforming Comparison Judgment

Like so many women, I often fall into “comparison worthiness,” telling myself I shouldn’t complain because others have it worse. And sure, that’s true. But as a wise friend once posted:

“We can be grateful for what we have AND feel depressed. We can hold compassion for someone in a darker space AND feel anguish in our own space. We can recognize our luck AND cry for five hours at our misfortune. We can feel all the feelings AND be a better human for it.”

—Becca

But instead of offering myself that grace, I tortured myself with “comparison judgment.” I watched other practitioners “making it” by following the latest guru-approved marketing trend—“Fill Your Retreats,” “Pack the Room,” “Sell Your Beta Course.” I tried them all (well, most). And none of them worked for me. My business barely grew, leaving me feeling like a failure at entrepreneurship.

And it wasn’t just my business. I wasn’t following through on promises to myself. I let go of daily creative practices. I spent less time in the lake, with family, reading, moving my body. It all started slipping away.

The Gift of an Injured Shoulder

Then came the unexpected gift—an injured shoulder, pandemic unemployment, and a financial cushion that gave me permission to pause. To heal. Physically, yes. But also emotionally. Spiritually.

Who knew that a car accident leading to surgery and a long recovery would be the catharsis I needed?

ca·thar·sis /kəˈTHärsəs/
noun
“the process of releasing, and thereby providing relief from, strong or repressed emotions.”

I didn’t. Not at first. I was frustrated. I wasn’t healing as fast as expected. I had to take more time off work than I “should.” My business languished.

And yet… I continued physical therapy. Somatic therapy. Created beautiful spaces in my garden. Swam. Laughed. Cried. Restored my family’s rental cabin. Spent time with my partner. My friends. Myself.

And I hired a marketing coach who let me move at my own, slow pace.

Rooting In and Growing

My goal became simple: root into my business. Really understand what I do. So, I wrote about it. Every single morning. Journaling through frustration, through repetition, through slow, unfolding clarity.

Who is my client? What do I DO? What is my thought leadership? My philosophy? What makes me different? Unique?

What I came to realize was that over those long, stressful years, I had grown.

I’m no longer afraid of the shadows. I can stand with my clients in their darkest moments without feeling the need to rush them back into the light. I can hold duality better. I no longer feel like I have to be perfect, or that my whole life needs to look like an Instagram highlight reel.

I realized that my greatest gift is… me.

My history. My eclectic experiences. My energy. My humor. My way of weaving science and story, physiology and myth, structured tools and sacred mystery. Anyone can teach these things, but no one else can do it quite like I do.

Learning from the Trees

Over time, as the seasons turned and the leaves fell, my business evolved too:

What I DO is hold sacred space for women to fully live their messy, beautifully sacred lives. To be imperfect AND radiant at the same time. To slow down. To ponder. To love. To root into themselves. To make room for mystery. To stop rushing toward an endless finish line.

I offer them a sanctuary where they can be seen, heard, and loved—exactly as they are.

The Birth of Practical-Magick

And who I AM is an Intuitive Soul Guide. A Sacred Depths Practitioner. A Transformational Coach.

I study human physiology, the neurobiology of emotions, the psychobiology of women. But I also immerse myself in myths, archetypes, and mystery. Mother Earth is my second mother. Creative practices—art, writing, movement—are my medicine.

THIS. This is what I do. And what makes it Magick… is me.

I’ve always called what I do “Practical-Magick.”

And so, this new/old business is birthed in darkness, ready to walk with others through both shadow and light.

Welcome.

To Practical-Magick.

Come inside. Explore. Stay awhile.

Much love,

💖 Kristin

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