Hello kindred, I’m Lindsay James — Mystic. Death Doula. Threshold keeper. Wild-Hearted Ceremonialist. Teacher. Mother. Mentor. Perpetual Student of Existence.

But before any titles or trainings, I have always been a woman listening for the deeper song of life.

There’s a thread that runs through every life —
a quiet current, a rhythm in the bones —
that calls us toward remembering.
Mine has always pulled me to the heart of things.

I am Real. Rooted. Unapologetic. Here to midwife others through their own holy mess and magnificent becoming.

I am Tender-hearted. Fiercely Protective of what’s Sacred. Somatic Sage. Nervous System & Couple Whisperer. Modern Day Medicine Woman. Friend to Plants and full on Kitchen Witch getting witchier with each passing year. 

This Life, so far as I can tell—is about presence, not perfection. It’s about holy messes and magnificent thresholds. It’s about being tender and fierce, sacred and silly, human and divine—all at once.

I sit with the full spectrum of human experience—for individuals, partners, and communities as they are navigating the tender and terrifying work of being fully alive. 

I’m not just here to float above the grit of this life on a cloud of smudge smoke. I’m here to walk on the earth—barefoot, laughing, weeping, praying, cursing, and holding space for others to do the same.

This is sacred work, but it isn’t sanitized. It’s real. It’s raw. It’s reverent. And yes—sometimes it’s ridiculous.

I guide individuals, partners, and communities back to right-relationship with themselves and one-another.

Back to their bodies, their breath, their grief and joy, their fierce love of life.

My offerings are earth-rooted and spirit-guided.
They’re not about bypassing pain. They’re about reclaiming our seat in the great circle of life — as fierce protectors, lovers of our world, and radiant souls alive with service.

This path didn’t exactly begin in a formal classroom. It began in the marrow of my own life.  It began in love and loss, in wild and wondrous initiations, in fires that burned away everything but my truest voice. 

For nearly a decade, I walked through family storms and relational crucibles that demanded my full becoming. Those years forged my boundaries, my voice, my capacity to hold others in their own reclamation.

Along the way, I wove a vast and living toolbox: somatic healing, trauma-informed care, breathwork, sound healing, Internal Family Systems, energy work, embodiment practices, and emotional clearing.

My ceremonial work draws on ancestral threads woven through years of study and practice. While I carry no single lineage, I bow to the teachers and traditions—named and unnamed—that have informed me: the sacred arts, seasonal rituals, and threshold practices of European and folk traditions, and the timeless wisdom of earth-honoring cultures. My offering is a living prayer to honor, adapt, and carry these teachings in service to what is emerging now.

I’ve cultivated a rich, intuitive relationship with plants, oils, and kitchen magic. I’m not a clinical herbalist, but give me a wild field or a kitchen table and I’ll weave tinctures, anointing oils, and plant medicines that carry prayer in every drop.

My studies in ecopsychology, depth psychology, social justice, reconciliation, and community reparations will only ever deepen.  I have a collaborative and systems heart and mind and will always look out from the 'me' to the 'we'.

Motherhood has been one of my greatest teachers — a fire and a refuge. Raising three luminous souls has taught me patience, presence, and how to tend life from the roots up.

Before opening my private practice in 2011, I spent a decade weaving the threads of community care in the nonprofit sector — as a social worker, leadership trainer, and project facilitator focused on collective restoration. 

Those years taught me a truth I carry in all my work: healing is never just about the individual. It’s about the web we are all part of, and the futures we are dreaming into being.

I’m not here to fix you.
I’m not here to help you transcend your humanity.

I’m here to remind you how to stay —
in your body,
in your breath,
in your holy, messy, magnificent self.

This isn’t about performance.
This is about presence.
This is the work. This is the joy.

Bachelor’s Degree in Peace & Reconciliation Studies
Certified Death Doula
Trauma-Informed Somatic Practitioner
Former leadership trainer in the nonprofit realm
Extensive training in embodiment, breathwork, Internal Family Systems, sound healing, energy work, emotional clearing, and the shamanic arts
Ongoing study in ecopsychology, depth psychology, social justice, and reconciliation practices
And most importantly: decades of lived experience tending thresholds between loss and renewal, grief and aliveness—with an open heart and steady hands.

Bring your grief. Bring your joy. Bring your full, unedited self.
There’s nothing too sacred—or too messy—for this space.
I’ll meet you there.