Author Archives: Alexandra Franzen

Do y’all know Grace Quantock? She’s one of the most extraordinary humans I know. Grace is a witchy woman from Wales — she does distance Reiki sessions, tarot card reading, Spiritual Response Therapy, and sends Healing Boxes of inspirational tokens … Continue reading →

Truth-telling time :: I haven’t left my Haus in nearly three days. (Shh. Don’t tell mom. She worries, you know?) Thing is, I’ve been busy. With back-to-back VELOCITY sessions. And laundry. And baking. And not getting scorched by record-breaking heat, … Continue reading →

The things you learn, over tea, and wine, and whiskey. Over airport layovers, and lazy Sundays. Over time. Overlapping. Overwrought. I’m so here, to hear you. I’m so wide-eyed, at your wonder. I never knew. Till you unfurled, all sidesteps … Continue reading →

The man and his wife heard the sound of God as he was walking in the garden in the cool of the day, and they hid from God among the trees of the garden. But God called to the man, … Continue reading →

How to throw a rave inside your brain . . . :: Talk to a geek, compulsive collector, specialist or master crafter. Ask them why they love what they love, and how they learned what they learned. (Brace yourself for … Continue reading →

I have some needs. And I have some skillz. I’m sending an open invitation to the universe, to see what percolates. (I did this once before, and the overspill was ultra-lovely. Here’s a running list of things I desire: :: … Continue reading →

Have you ever called yourself the “A” word? aaaaaaaArtist. Yeesh. Feels sharp on the palate. Like it’s going to cut my mouth open. The word Artist is LOADED … with symbols, expectations, romanticism, allowances. “Oh forgive him, he’s an Artist.” … Continue reading →