All of You
Is Welcome Here.
Creating Space, Artifacts & Experiences where you remember to exhale
Andromeda
The Scent of Galaxies
Welcome home, traveler.
Somewhere inside you...
there is a woman who remembers.
Who she has always been.
A Goddess of stars and galaxies.
A Woman created to rise like a Phoenix.
A Soul who has spent lifetimes finding her way home to her truth.
The mystic changes our relationship with perception.
The wounded healer changes our relationship with the wound.
The alchemist changes our relationship with experience.
We are all of her. Galaxies.
Welcome to Andromeda.
A galaxy you can hold.
The universe
remembering itself...
through you.
You are made of galaxies.
I know...
That probably sounds ridiculous.
Or maybe it doesn't.
Maybe you've always suspected there was something about you that never quite fit this world.
Me too.
That's why I created Andromeda.
I remembered my origins of the Andromeda Galaxy. Where my true kin have aligned.
I also created it because I wanted something I could reach for every morning that reminded me...
I belong here.
Even when I forget.
Every Bottle Begins Here.
Inside my old church.
One order at a time.
Just yours.
When your order comes through...I smile.
Seriously. and maybe dance a little.
Because somewhere out there another woman looked at this strange little offering and quietly whispered...
"Yes."
Then I begin.
I choose your crystal.
I blend your bottle.
I tuck your Oracle Transmission inside.
I wrap it all by hand.
And somewhere between my hands...
and yours... this little galaxy begins its journey home to you.
The Andromeda Constellation is composed of five sacred galaxies
Every bottle of Andromeda is composed of five ancient galaxies.
The galaxies that awaken within you.
The Galaxy of Ancient Knowing
Frankincense
Older than memory.
Quiet as prayer.
This is the galaxy that reminds you there is wisdom inside you that never needed to be learned...
only remembered.
Close your eyes.
Breathe.
You've been here before.
The Galaxy of Embodiment
Sandalwood
The galaxy that lives in your bones.
Warm.
Grounded.
Sensual without performance.
It whispers,
"Come home to your body."
Not someday.
Now.
The Galaxy of the Open Heart
Ylang Ylang
Soft doesn't mean fragile.
This galaxy blooms when your heart remembers it was never meant to live behind armor.
She receives.
She laughs.
She loves with her whole chest.
The Galaxy of Delight
Sweet Orange & Tangerine
Before responsibility...
before proving...
before becoming who everyone expected...
there was joy.
This is the galaxy of curiosity.
Playfulness.
Sunlight.
The little girl who still knows how to dance in the kitchen.
She never left.
The Galaxy of Wild Earth
Patchouli
The oldest galaxy of them all.
Roots.
Rain.
Soil beneath bare feet.
The woman who belongs to herself before she belongs to anyone else.
Untamed.
Unapologetic.
Completely alive.
Together...
These galaxies become Andromeda.
A constellation.
A daily ritual.
A quiet reminder that you were never made to fit inside ordinary.
You are made of stars...
wrapped in skin...
walking each other home.
