Liminal by Stella Douglas

“Passages.” He runs his blue index finger across them like coats in a cupboard. Who is this? But I know who this is, and I know what Passages are. They are Passages of Time. The blue man smiles. His sapphire eyes look into me. I have been travelling these Passages forever, and this one is my last.

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Stella Madre

I'm Stella Madre, and I believe we are intrinsic to Nature, stories are magical keys that open secret doors inside us, and there’s an oil for everything! I am a writer and Psycho-Spiritual coach using story as alchemy, archetypes as guides, yoga and somatic movement as medicine, and dōTERRA Essential Oils as frequency.

With a background in professional writing, entertainment, life coaching, and yoga, I’ve spent nearly three decades guiding individuals and groups through the intersections of spiritual practice, embodiment, creativity, and personal truth. My practice blends grounded skill with deep soul — offering participants both craft and catharsis.

I also have a bit of a potty mouth. I laugh like a witch, and I'm a bit wild.

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