But truthfully, that chapter had already started long before the flames.

I  followed all the online formulas—programs, courses, content.
But something felt hollow. I was creating… yet I felt disconnected, like joy had quietly slipped away.

So I returned to what I knew—what I had always offered others. I picked up the paintbrush. I let my hands move before my thoughts. I let art do what it does best: bypass the noise and speak to the truth inside me.

And there it was. I missed connection. I missed community. I missed the messy, beautiful aliveness of creating together.

I invited a group of women to my garden in Malibu. We sat in the sun, surrounded by flowers, telling stories, collaging our dreams, and remembering who we were before life got so loud. Something opened.

They left glowing—with vision boards full of clarity, and hearts full of possibility. And in the weeks that followed, their lives began to shift. 
Word spread. People from around the world wanted to come—but not everyone could.

That just days before launching the online version of that experience—my real garden would burn to the ground. But maybe, on some level, my soul did.

Because just 3 months before the fire, I hired artists to paint watercolors of my flower beds, butterflies, and hummingbirds. I had begun creating a virtual garden—a place where people from anywhere in the world could come to bloom.

And when the fire came… I thought I would break. That I wouldn't be able to launch my Magic Garden Circle. How could I be there for others when I couldn't even take care of myself?

But something remarkable happened...

My audience  reached out. Not just the ones who always liked and commented—but the quiet ones. The ones watching. The ones who felt the heart behind it all.

They sent prayers. Support. Words I’ll never forget.

That’s when I realized: this garden was never mine alone.

So I rose. Not because it was easy—it wasn’t.
But because when life burns down what you knew, you get to decide what you’ll build next.

The Magic Garden Circle was born from that decision—a sacred space where you can create beauty from your own beginnings.

A place to root. To rise. To remember who you are.

If you’re in a season of doubt or reinvention…
If your heart’s been whispering that it’s time for something more…
Come bloom with us. 

You don’t have to do this alone.

We’ve all experienced loss.
Maybe not to fire, but to time… to change… to life not going as planned.
But here’s the truth: what’s essential in you can’t be burned, broken, or taken.
Not your spirit. Not your worth.
That part of you—the one that still believes, still hopes, still longs to bloom—is waiting. 

Through powerful art-based practices, guided reflection, and my Wheel of Life series, I’ll help you reconnect with your joy, realign with your purpose, and grow a life that feels beautifully your own.

You don’t have to figure it all out. You could do it surrounded by people just like you.

You just have to say yes to the next brave step. The garden is ready for you.
Let’s begin. 

My Daughters