Hello, I’m Prajna. A Mother—Curandera—Crone
My life’s work draws from decades of professional and personal experience that have empowered me to guide others to embrace the beautiful, the hard, and the messy in our human/divine life with ever-evolving wisdom, exquisite care, and a good dose of humor.
My retreats are open to all bodies and function like a cosmic hospital, utilizing enhanced states of consciousness to illuminate what remains unresolved and to fill in missed experiences.
My extensive training in two indigenous plant medicine traditions alongside my role as a dharma guide and trauma-trained somatic Hakomi therapist has provided the knowledge and skills to foster a transformational experience for you.
I earned a Master’s degree from Boston Theological Consortium (Transpersonal Psychology) while mentoring women in prison and crafting sacred drama. A collective lack of understanding, spiritual initiation, and rights of passage for women led me to a deep exploration of the soul of a woman. I found mystery and meaning in every phase of a woman’s life.
For over four decades, I have learned from and guided both women and men in reclaiming neglected or ruptured parts of self to cultivate verve and purpose on their journey and to embody wholeness and love.
I mentor women from cultural restraints to live in their bodies and own who they are—as soulful, sensuous, and whole.
As a Crone, I’m here to inspire a deep soulful initiation through the ‘muddy middle’ by supporting you to gather your accumulated wisdom and lived experiences to live a joyous peaceful embodied life as a wise woman — replete with possibilities.
Inspired by my three children, two with disabilities, I founded the Village School & Family Support Center, a non-profit, dedicated to inclusion and advocacy for people with differences/disabilities.
I became an award-winning grant writer along the way.
Watch this 9-minute documentary, how we came together as a community to create an amazing integrated school.
Read Edge of Grace, Fierce Awakenings to Love
DIVE INTO PRAJNA’S JOURNEY
I’m of Irish descent, the fifth of eight children raised wild and Catholic, born in New York on unceded Haudenosaunee and Wenrohronon land. I now live in California on unceded Amah Mutson Tribal band land with my twin daughters, oldest (visiting) daughter, and emerging community.
All my life, I’ve lived with longings. Spiritual purpose called me at an early age. I was drawn to the mysteries of the Latin Mass, the Sanctus bells, golden vestments, adornments and Mother Mary. I felt heartbroken not to become an altar boy simply because I was a girl. Reciting the rosary became an obsession. I regularly gathered my beads to climb an oak tree by the side of our house. This great oak became my safe haven for prayer and questions I ached to have answers for. Why the violence in my home? Why the exclusion of women? Why children with disabilities on little yellow buses? Why the Ku Klux Klan?
I remember every time I heard a siren (and I heard many) I’d cross myself and weep as if a wound cut deeper.
I found solace in a few adults who dedicated their lives to holy service. Still, a sense of incompletion and brokenness persisted. I unconsciously suppressed this pain, a mechanism that had a snowball effect and landed me in undesirable places. Desires denied tainted my value and led to repetitive abuse within the restraints of patriarchy. After years of misguided shame-based compensating behaviors, addictions, renunciation, and dark nights, I met my first spiritual guide, Eunice.
This began an initiation through the labyrinth of the deep feminine soul—our cosmic earth mother. Together we began to examine and slough off unconscious loyalties to structures that disempower, adopt inequality, and riddle our lives with a sense of ‘not enoughness,’ which in turn fuels seeking and consumerism.
My First Feminine Guide — Eunice Zimmerman
Forty-four years ago, an abrupt shaking by my first college roommate sent me on a radical healing course. She introduced me to Eunice Zimmerman, my first spiritual guide and therapist. She was the perfect fusion of an all-loving mother and a no-nonsense Zen policewoman. After I relapsed into self-sabotaging behaviors Eunice tucked me under her wing. She told me, “If you put someone into an ocean of love, they will not feel an ounce if they do not believe they are lovable.” She taught me the art of uncovering the layers that hide our essential goodness—our birth as love. I studied with Eunice for five years before her unexpected death.
I continued to study and practice in several Ashrams and patriarchal traditions but nothing like my time with Eunice instilled within me a growing capacity to love and be loved. She taught me to never give up on love as our essential nature — a gift that cannot be earned. Love rules. I will forever be grateful to her. She continues to speak to me in so many ways.
Eunice’s death opened me to a grief I had never felt. It was as if the loss of all I ever loved broke me open, all at once. I did everything I could not to feel this. Stuffing myself with food worked until I discovered a meditative state of absorption. Somehow I felt distanced from thought and feeling—unbroken. Each time I heard or read spiritual non-dual teachings I felt ecstatic immersion outside ordinary understanding. This became a space of deep nourishment and rest.
Giving Birth—Motherhood Dharma
Some years into this mysterious samadhi my first child was born. My pregnancy was a thorough enchantment culminating with a seamless home birth. Throughout this time, I was intensely focused on reading and re-reading non-dual texts specifically the Ribhu Gita for its first publication in English. This felt like the great purpose of my life, vocation, dharma. After the birth of my daughter, it became clear that a spiritual life designed by men and for men did not include family or birthing new ways of being. My daughter Autumn was my first harvest, my introduction to dharma as a mother.
Suddenly, two years later I was on a helicopter to Stanford Hospital without my toddler. Over a weekend, our lives were flipped upside down and inside out. My twins were born out of negligence three months early at one pound each, smaller than my hand. You can read about the magnitude of harm, challenge, and joyous beauty that unfolded in my book Edge of Grace, Fierce Awakenings to Love. This name indicates how relentless life can be in gracing us with opportunities to continuously allow our pain and grief to crack open as a portal of expansion to all-encompassing love. That was 1996.
The next two years were a blur of diapers, nursing, oxygen, crying, cooking, bathing, and angst-filled nights. One day in a pit of isolation an old friend knocked at my door with a message. “I met a teacher named Adyashanti.” Ah da what? I was tempted to close the door. My history with male teachers was not fruitful. She left me a cassette recording called The Thresholds and Mysteries of Christ. I thanked her with a promise that I would not listen. But the title beckoned me. I was at a threshold.
He spoke about dark night of the soul, “the feeling of utter abandonment by spirit.” That got me. “Every spiritual awakening is followed by a corresponding ordeal.” I set out to meet him. Adya offered Satsang nearby. I resonated immediately. I found him to be utterly unassuming, similar to Eunice. He needed nothing from me which was refreshingly different from other male teachers I met. All of life is welcome at these non-dogma meetings.
An empty familiar spaciousness opened inside. Gradually and simultaneously, the truth of my intrinsic existence and worth received inner self-authentication and confirmation with this new teacher. I practiced closely with Adyashanti for several years until he said “The student does not grow in the shadow of the teacher. It is time to stand on your own feet.”
I feel forever humbled by the all-consuming role of single parenting. The opportunity to show up for my children and their unique needs has carved out a fresh way of being in reciprocity with life. I have learned to listen to an interior intelligence that connects us all within the fabric of existence—our earth mother. It is my children that opened me to hear the call of master plant teachers. The intelligence of sacred plants that endow this body with earth womb coherence and guide the evolution of this body of work.
WORK WITH PRAJNA
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Prajna’s highlight for you is her Life-Giving Retreat
A rare fusion of feminine wisdom and indigenous plant medicine, meditation, trauma-informed therapies, and curative care in a dynamic & restful circle where your transformation takes center stage.
INDIGENOUS PLANT MEDICINE
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