Amid an embankment of books and plants a plenty, you’ve found me curled up to the glass-block windows that bathe me in gratitude through the lavender love language of twilight. As the weight of my skull arcs to kiss my spine, I press my chin towards the setting sun. May it make a memory of me as I am completely mesmerized by this magnificent event.

As you enter my private estuary, your figure is briefly backlit by beeswax pillars aglow in large glass lanterns staged across a porous stone mantel like sentries purposefully deployed at my command for a sort of tailored ambience. Still, I sensed your presence even when the pulse-pink of my eyelids were ablaze in hot magenta against fields of lilac and indigo.

I renegotiate my niche by unfurling my legs and swirling my whole front-body to welcome you warmly; I focus my gaze to land within the 4-foot archway where I’m anticipating your face to appear. Before I can stand to greet you, you saunter closer and the once-casted shadow vanishes in the variegated atmosphere of my studio nook.

Call me Meryn. I’ll be teaching you how to engage more intuitively with your body and your life—through art, storytelling, and herbalism. Now that you’ve found me, you’re one step closer to finding yourself.

Get curious. When your questions arise, ask me anything. I’ll be right here.