Let's see what's up for Reclamation
Come sit in Space with me
it will be Wild!

For far too long, we have played by the Rules—
someone else's rules...
Choosing 'yes' or 'no,' 'this' or 'that'—Today—let's Reclaim CHOICE
let's realize we are meant to live in a constant state of Creation—
to stop choosing from some menu that someone else hands us
and make the choices up FOR OURSELVESLife is Rich
Fertile
Wondrous
Aliveand as we cultivate this freedom within ourselves
our frequency comes clear
and we begin to embody the truth of who we are
and light the world on fire again!Let's make THIS choice because honestly...
we DO have a say—
in every moment of every day!

and if you have taken a look around lately
you know in your bones that this is a Today thing...!
It is time to re-invent
to reclaim
to re-vision—so we can weave the world of care we KNOW we need
into existence—Now!Let's call ourselves back to our power-filled voices
to our infinite wisdom—
Back to the creativity + aliveness that naturally pulses through us
Let's tend to our World—together!

Here, "knowledge" has to give way to Gnosis.
In truth, what we have known needs to melt away
so we can create space for the new to rise upwe will need fresh soil
we will need to cultivate trust
in Divine timing—in ourselves—
+ in the act of Creation itself!As we move into Choice
+ allow our voices to vibrate out into the world unfettered
we are gathering the Resilience and the Might we will need
to make that Great Leap
into the Unknown...Mystery...the Abyss...—that generative space where all potential lives
artistry—vision—infinite supply—love

I have spent a lot of time exploring these spaces
over the past few years
and it has taught me to lead with Curiosity and WonderI have come to understand that dreaming a new world into existence
is a privilege and a gift +++
and so...I choose it again and again and againI have seen the brightest spark glowing deep within Mystery—
it is like nothing else I have ever encountered
yes—beyond words for sure—
pure vibration

I love to dive deep into the heart of the Unknown
+++ to hold space for fellow explorers to get comfortable there
to help them acclimate
and potentiate
and to move into the flow of co-creation
with the brilliance that only they holdAs far as I can see—
exploring our relationship to the unknown IS the next Frontier
we can choose to ride this wave of change
(or we can fight it all the way)
If you would like to ride these waves in a deeply held space
alongside deep, caring women who support each other all the way—
come join us at the Rewilding Project...
It will be Wild >>>

• Rewilding Project

Let's learn to Trust ourselves—and Mystery—again!
to Trust our Bodies as Truth Tellers
our bones as Wisdom-keepers
to Trust the strength of our Voices—
and to begin to cultivate freedom in our lives
so we can honor ourselves
as the Creatives and Creators and Visionaries we are
+++

I have been walking this path of Reclamation for a long time now—
And because of this—
I am learning to speak from the rawness
to speak from the thing that is up for Reclamation
to let myself be naked—be raw and vulnerable and unsure
I have learned to dwell in the "I don't know"—
to walk into the shadow
to find the lightit isn't always easy—
but it always honest + true + alive
...and so very worth it!

if you want to get to know me a little better—
I invite you to dive right in and read the story of my latest Reclamation
It is my heart on the page.
If this sparks something in you, let's connect...

• My Personal Reclamation

I also hold deep healing space for women who prefer a more intimate setting. If you would like to know more about the private healing space I hold—you can dive in below...

+++ you should know...
I support women in many ways between sessions
because to me this is about growth cycles and blossoming—
not about “appointments” and “clients”

Let’s create a new paradigm for healing—together!

• Healing Session

Ready to Rewild + Reclaim your way back Home?

• Check out our Collective HERE

"Lynn is magical at taking copious amounts of information and shaking it until all the accumulated debris falls away, then hands back to you a pure container of clear ideas that invite introspection, a possible next step for action, or the absolute root to a solution. She weaves all of this with such wisdom and complete clarity you feel as though a veil has been lifted from your eyes and you can see in color again."
— Krista Hendrickson

Getting My Power Back

I didn't know what I didn’t know—until I knew...

I had done all of the things…
the deep nervous system, awareness and body work of Feldenkrais
penetrating energy work
meditation, yoga, Awareness through Movement
journaling, chanting, astrology readings, akashic record readings, soul readings
I worked with gemstones, did Shamanic work, received acupuncture...

life was teaching me lessons—BIG lessons—important lessons
I was connecting dots...integrating what I had learned
delving deeper
and deeper
and deeper again
and still...I felt tension in my body and still...I knew I was holding myself awayI felt vulnerable and tender and like no one truly got me
—but the truth was—I didn’t really get myself!
I couldn’t...I didn’t have all of the pieces.
I had been working with my abandonment issues, my adoption, for over a decade.
and yes, I had made great progress!I had been welcomed to Earth at the age of 48!
Finally! Ahhhh!
I had come to understand in a very real sense that even when I felt alone
I was deeply heldI learned to rest into my Divine Team
I learned to ask for help
I learned to receive...(a big one for so many of us)
SO much progress, and yet there was something I could not see
there was a missing piece...

And in the moment of that revelation, worlds are changed
I didn’t know that I had been sexually abused as a young child
...until I knew...
how could that even be possible?
how could I have repressed all of those memories?
And yet...it was undeniable...

sometimes the smell of alcohol would trigger a memory
sometimes it was a vision...and once, it was a visit from a loved one on her way out of this world...confirming what I already knewthe pieces collected...allowing me to see just enough to know what had been done
the trauma they had created in my system was so real—absolutely undeniable—
and even as I sit here writing these words...tears fill my eyes
and I feel my little girl sadness that is working its way out—bit by bit

It is a process—it has taken years to arrive at this moment where I can speak this Truth into the world
First, I had to find the courage to speak it to the ones I love
—the ones who I needed to know would love me—no matter what

words were hard...they made it way TOO real
And yet...

in that moment
when I decided that I could no longer keep this secret...
I TOOK BACK MY POWER!

the Empowerment I felt
when I knew I would speak this into the world was unmistakable...
—I had never felt the Roar that was rising inside of me!—There was a powerful voice rising from deep within my belly
it was STRONG and it was LOUD
it was the EMBODIED ROAR that I have been moving towards for a lifetime

it was hard—it was really hard...and yet I would do it all again...—because to me it is all about plumbing the depths
getting to the Truth
and Living and Radiating my Truth
out into the World

And as the depths of my heartspace cracked open...
so did the Portals!
And from these Wisdomspaces...I have come into Full Bloom
I now Embody my Power—
...and I walk through life in aligned action

We are Reclaiming our Might
…and it is Wild!"

in the Rewilding Project Collective,
we gather to lean into our own distinct Naturalness—
or if you like (and I do)—our Wild Essenceto explore what that feels like, sounds like, speaks like, paints like
freeing ourselves to Wildly express right out into the World!

we gather here to Heal + to Explore + to Create—
to feel our sisters' hands at our backs
so we can give voice to our Truth
And FULLY Reclaim our Might—

YES—as individuals...for sure...and beyond that—our collective Might
because we as a Collective know we are here to Birth a Whole New World...

The Rewilding Project is a place where we can surrender
where we can shift
where we can hold hands...
—where we dream our way into Re-Creation—Because TOGETHER we can vision a way forward where we lead with Compassion...Inner Wisdom...and LOVE!

We are walking each other towards Freedom...Do YOU want to Come along?

• Join the Rewilding Project

Pathways and Dates to Rewild!

Available upon request...simply too much to keep up with here

Want more details about the Rewilding Project?
Follow me over to Substack to learn the ins + outs of this Collective—

• JOIN me over at Substack

The Healing Session

*these sessions are available in-person + on Zoom
in-person sessions can be booked for Norfolk, CT or Avon, CT

• Book Healing Session

"I so appreciated the confidence and ease Lynn brought to our session. She showed me the power of guiding from Spirit led truth, how easeful the flow when that energy is brought forward. She held a gentle and clear space that allowed me to feel safe stepping into the sensations as they arose. The insights that presented themselves in our time together have been a catalyst of great change in my internal and external worlds. Thank you! The world needs more of you."
— Hanna Hart

If you are Ready—
I will walk with you all the way

Forest Healing

• Book Forest Healing

"Lynn has brought me back to life!"
—Allison Clisham

Rewilding Moon Circles

when we Circle this way, we often use the words,
"hands at your back" because knowing your sisters have got you
as you walk out into the wider world,
liberates you in ways that sit way beyond words...

These Moon Circles will be held—well—in the WILD!

Imagine walking into the mystical WisdomForest + wending your way
out to the fire circle...dropping into our breath together...aaaaaahhh!
and beginning to explore our own Wild Wisdom…

...sharing a meditation, reflecting,
and then each sister gently invited to share from her HeartSpace...
led into a space so quiet that you can listen to your own inner wisdom...

This is about re-membering that you have all the wisdom you need within you...

this Sacred Ceremony honors what is running through each of us
so we can begin to access and free parts of ourselves
that are ready to be Re-discovered...
that are ready to Rise...we will hear you—
we will see you—
we will hold space for you—
and space for your intuitive wisdom to blossom...

Let's get Resourced as we gather to Rewild ourselves back to the Mighty Pack we have always been!

—Rewilding Project Circles will be offered monthly
and are Resourced by Donation…Here are this year's remaining dates:
Saturday, August 23, from 3-6 p.m.
No October New Moon Circle
Saturday, November 22, from 2-5 p.m.
Saturday, December 20, 1-4 p.m.

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Looking for Online Gatherings?

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We have moved beyond Seeking—
beyond Understanding—
into Knowing
Embodying
Living As
Being
⏝
the Frequency of this Reclamation is CLEAR and TRUE!
and so—
the tuning begins
instantly + powerfully + rhythmically
Echoing back the Truth of who you are with clarity and grace...

Women in the Woods

Women in the Woods is a Passion Project of mine —offered right here in NW Connecticut...
a True EXPLORATION—

the Fields of Energy are so POTENT here...!

when was the last time you Wandered through the Forest
Listening to where you are drawn...Excited to see what calls you...?
●●●

Here...we give ourselves permission to PLAY...to go off-script...to WANDER!
Here...Curiosity sits at the Center—right where it belongs!

We gather and invite ourselves to S-L-O-W...
we open our Senses more fully—so we can see the trees for who they truly are
we FEEL what Nature holds out for us every day with loving constancy
—waiting for us to Pause + Listen + Soak it in...

our Teachers will be all around us
+ we will Re-member how to Listen to them—the WISE ONES
+ as we connect to ALL that surrounds us...
we WAKE UP to the greatest Source of our own Healing—
deep within our own Hearts.

AND...we will play
Because...life IS meant to be Playful
and so we will Enliven the one who remembers how to Play...—and there is no better place to do that
than out in Nature...

Come Join our next Group exploration!
Or
Schedule YOUR OWN personal Rewilding Retreat!
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If you would like to join a Group, you will find the the Dates and Details below—AND...If you would like to Co-Create your perfect blend of Channeled wisdom and healing, you can set up a 30-minute chat ↙

Here are the Remaining Women in the Woods Groups for 2025:

Sunday, September 7, from 1-4 p.m.
Sunday, October 19, from 12-3 p.m.
Sunday, November 9, from 12-4 p.m.
(limit 8)
—this is offered by sliding scale energy exchange—33/55/77**25% of every donation will be given to the Norfolk Food Pantry + the Winsted Soup Kitchen to help local families in need
Your generosity is greatly appreciated.

• Sign up for Women in the Woods

Don't Live Close by? You can Rewild with us Online through the Rewilding Project!

• Check out the Rewilding Project Collective Here

I LOVE an adventure...
So feel free to name what you truly desire...
whether it is a private session in the woods
or a Reclamation Day for you and your Friends
⏝
when we give ourselves this kind of Creative Freedom
the Universe expands—within us and around us!

Client Reflections

Lynn has a divine gift of clarity.
With her amazing ability to listen so deeply and drop into the spaces between- between the words and between the worlds- to see the patterns that exist and your blind spots that are hidden away. She then gently and with kindness and ease, guides you to the simple truths and holds the space for self exploration. She is magical at taking copious amounts of information and shaking it until all the accumulated debris falls away, then hands back to you a pure container of clear ideas that invite introspection, a possible next step for action, or the absolute root to a solution. She weaves all of this with such wisdom and complete clarity you feel as though a veil has been from your eyes and you can see in color again.
— Krista Hendrickson

I so appreciated the confidence and ease Lynn brought to our session. She showed me the power of guiding from Spirit led truth, how easeful the flow when that energy is brought forward. She held a gentle and clear space that allowed me to feel safe stepping into the sensations as they arose. The insights that presented themselves in our time together have been a catalyst of great change in my internal and external worlds. Thank you! The world needs more of you.
— Hanna Hart

the Way One Choice Gave Way to Reclamation

• my personal reclamation story •

I woke up on my 56th birthday, and as I was sitting there in the cozy window seat with my coffee, I heard this voice come through me so clear and strong—“Why the hell am I celebrating THIS day—the day that I was abandoned, the day that I was unwanted, the day that started my journey of feeling alone, unclaimed for the first 3 1/2 months of my life?”From this, there was no going back. There was no convincing myself that I should have fun and eat cake and get presents.

No fucking way!

This was Reclamation Day!
This was the day that I would decide that celebrating my birthday blindly
no longer serves me.
And so I turned towards this reclamation.
I considered these words.
I felt them in my body.
I felt the Truth of this blow—
what it meant to always identify through THIS day.Why had this never ever dawned on me before?
In all of the years that I’ve been on this planet not once had I considered this. Not once.It's amazing—what goes unquestioned, unchallenged,
what stands because it has always been that way.
The unexamined lens.
It was like discovering that my lens has been dirty all along—filthy—
so gunked up that I couldn’t even see through it anymore.And yet I claimed that.
I owned that.
I lived that.Until I couldn’t.
Until I knew that I had a choice.
As soon as that question rose up within me…
as soon as I saw through the cracks that had been forming over time…
I saw that I had a choice.For the first time in my life,
I could decide how I wanted to identify.
I could decide which day I wanted to celebrate.
I could decide not to do this anymore…Not to peer through this lens of loss,
Not to claim this as my birthright—
But to claim something else—
to claim the day that I made dreams come true…
the day that I was bathed in so much love and wantedness
that I know nobody could ever have been wanted more!
the day I finally belonged!

And so I turned towards my adoption day.
And nothing has been the same since.

Choice sits dab smack at the center of this reclamation.
The right to choose.
The right to even choose my own story.
It's "funny," my favorite kind of book growing up was called
Choose Your Own Adventure.
At the end of every chapter, I got to choose what happened.
The choices were limited, of course, but if I chose one thing, I would turn to p. 56 and if I chose another thing, I would turn to p. 13.
There were myriad ways that story could go.Yet it took me 40 something years to integrate that possibility! To apply that wisdom to my own life! If I could choose my own story in a book…
What about choosing my own lens to look through in this life?

That day—That thought, embraced fully and not dismissed.

That day, I took myself seriously.
There was no questioning that voice.
It was speaking truth.
And I know truth when I hear it.
And all of a sudden, I knew that I was climbing through a portal
that I would never come out of. I did not know what was on the other side. I only knew that it would be different. But I had no idea how deep this would run. I had no idea what events would be set off to make sure that choice
would become the center of my life—That I would be choosing my realityevery.
single.
day.But first, I had to let the emotions run through me.
I had to fully let sink in what my birthday meant to me, for me, about me.
What was the story that I allowed myself to believe?And the revelations came one after another after another.
I felt lucky my whole life. I felt lucky to have a home. Lucky to have a family. Lucky to be allowed to be a part of something. Lucky.
Lucky isn’t a very secure place to live from.
Lucky is beholden.
Lucky is not really deserving.
Lucky is something that can come and go.
Lucky is not blessed.Now…I was going to turn towards feeling Blessed. Totally taken care of.
Never ever alone. Always wanted. Always on my way to my true parents.
Never forgotten. Never unwanted.
Always dreamed of.This lens of loss had me with blinders on.
The blinders were so real, so thick, so heavy, that distortion became my reality.
It didn’t allow me to understand how much my parents wanted me.
It didn’t allow me to take in the breadth of their love.
It didn’t allow me to understand that I always had a place in my family
no matter what I did or said or was.
It didn’t allow me to see the truth of the reality
right in front of my face every. single. day.And so I digested—and so I cried—(as I am crying now writing this.)
It was like mourning the loss of something that never really was.
It was like crying all of the tears that I had kept to myself
for fear of everyone seeing that I really wasn’t enough—
that I really wasn’t deserving of all of this.
I thought they would return me in a heartbeat. If they knew.
This belief was SO deep. Showed up in these crazy ways in my childhood.
If I burned a tea kettle, I would take all of the money I had in my piggy bank and put it on my mother’s pillow with an apology note
praying the burned kettle wouldn’t get me kicked out.I always made sure that I kept to a certain range—the good student—
but not so good as to challenge my older (not adopted) brother so much
that he would blow the whistle on me.Appearances were everything.
I had to appear to be perfect—at least to myself—
so that I would feel the security of having a place I could call home.
If I didn’t give them a reason to kick me out—I didn’t believe that they would.The crazy crazy part is that my parents always let me know
how much they loved me.
There was never a doubt in their minds that they wanted me in their family—
that I was always meant to be their child.
They said that their family was not complete without me.So why could I never ever hear that?
How could I keep that out all of these years?
The blinders must’ve had earmuffs, noise canceling ones, to go with them.
I did not hear the truth. I did not see the truth. I did not feel the truth.
I couldn’t.
I simply didn’t have access.
I allowed my abandonment to define me—
to define everything about my relationships, to blind me, to deafen me.
The breadth of it is wild. Even now—It’s absolutely wild.

And so, as this digested, as this ran through, as this came clear,
I recognized what was right in front of me all along—
that I could choose to look through a different lens—
that I could choose to celebrate a different day—
the rigidity fell away.
and I was cracked wide open.
Raw.Day after day after day, I oriented towards December 29.
I oriented towards the day I was claimed in such great love.
I wondered if this meant I had a new astrological chart.
I wondered whether this meant I had a different rhythm map.
A different operating system.As I wondered, it felt like fiction—
it felt like I was living in my own version of a choose your own adventure book—
that eventually I would find out it was, in fact, fiction.
It was so surreal.
It was difficult to see whether it was something
that would be brought down onto this plane
or whether it was something that existed somewhere above.So day in and day out, I went into my haven among the trees,
and I made videos.
I spoke it all out into the world—to the trees, to the stones, to the Earth.
Every emotion that came up. Every dream. Every wish.
I knew that each video was for me.
Each time I turned the camera on, I opened a space for me to hear myself.
to see myself. to understand, to get muddied, to spin, to create and un-create.
I witnessed my way across that bridge.In the midst of this rawness, this feeling of fragility—like I didn’t know myself at all, this identity crisis really—my marriage imploded.
My family was in crisis.
That too would have to be re-created, re-chosen, re-woven.
It would take time.Things broke everywhere.
All of the structures that were built
from loss from fear from a place of fragility and isolation would fall.My back would go out.
My body was echoing the chaos.
And so I sat.There were days when I could do nothing but sit, knit, and sit some more. Knitting became my nervous system reset.
Breathing became my constant reminder, my gauge, my way forward.I had to say all of the hard things.
Not only to myself quietly, but out loud.
I had to say “I don’t know if my marriage is going to work.”
Even going so far as to say “I think my marriage is over.”
In order to re-claim, re-choose, and re-create my relationship.
I knew that it was up for a complete reconstruction,
or that it was unsustainable.

It was either going to be the best thing that ever happened to us
or it would be the end of us.

And I know now that I get to choose my marriage every day.
I know now that I have that choice.
I didn’t know that then.So it wasn’t without its mountains to climb, its swells to ride.
This bridge seemed to go through a different climate daily,
to have different slopes, edges, unseen tripping points.
And yet I walked on.I did my nervous system work, I knit, I spoke with mentors, close friends,
and I listened like never before to my body—
it told me everything I needed to tend to—to care for.I listened for ways to let the old melt away so the new could make its way
I spoke to the trees, to the stones, to the sun and the moon.And somewhere around halfway across this bridge, I started to play—
not frolic, not light and airy twirling. Yet still it felt like play—
I started to toggle back-and-forth between my birthdate and my adoption date. Play with astrology. Listen to my daily forecast—see which one fit.
And for a while, maybe a week, maybe two, my birthdate was still relevant.
But then one day, it wasn’t.
And from that day on, it was my adoption day that felt true,
that felt real, that spoke.I know this cool astrologer who without hesitation pulled both charts
laid them on top of each other did a reading that way,
did a reading for my adoption date.
I know this really cool rhythm mapping wise woman
with the same kind of agility and freedom and creative essence.
I put the new date into my human design
and HD all of a sudden made sense to me when it had not before.
And so I dwelled in these spaces.
I turned towards these tools.
I learned about the new terrain I was treading.
From my charts and from my life.Such a strange place to be at the age of 56.
Learning about myself and my agency all over again.
And yet I chose this again and again and again
because I knew in order to express myself truly in this world,
I had to cross this bridge. I wanted to cross this bridge.
This had been where I was headed all along.
I just hadn't known it.Then along the way, I began to befriend this aspect of myself
that I called my alter ego for lack of another clearer term.
On my way into the woods one day, she named herself.
Her name is Schim—and she is FIRE!She is the fire I could never find within myself and so I denied in others.
I could not handle anger. It felt like too much for my system.
Yes, I had gotten angry in my life for sure—
but it never had lasted long—and it never gave way to rage!
I always let it die out within a short while. I claimed that I was forgiving.
I thought I was just very good at that.And so, after dealing with my husband‘s rage
and all that was brought in its wake,
I began to find my own—Or you could say that she found me!Schim walked with me for a while, and when she did, I could feel her warmth,
the beginnings of fire within my body.
Then at some point, I realized that I could embody her fully—
have more and more access to that kind of life force.
That fuel. That drive. That passion.Fire Reclaimed!
Known for the very first time on this Earthwalk!So now here I sit writing this a month after my adoption date.
And I’m still getting to know what this reclamation has seeded.
I do know one thing though—I have never been so close to walking my True Self out into the world.
I will Re-claim myself again and again until I get there.I’ve learned that Schim likes to drive fast, listen to music loud, and get free!
She is my wildest essence, and I’m watching her bloom.
It's as if she’s blooming inside of me and outside of me at once.
It’s an extraordinary experience.And to know that I had the courage to choose this.
That in itself is Reclamation.
I have re-claimed my voice.
I have re-claimed my choice.
I have re-claimed my might.So I will drive fast! So I will cry hard!
And I will feel feel feel my way through this life like never before!And so I am Blessed. And so I am Grateful.

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