One year ago I was beginning the grueling process of getting my old farmhouse ready to put on the market.
I was beginning the hard emotional work of letting go of 24 years of my home, my family, my late husband, my successes, and some broken dreams and failures along the way.
I didn't know what what coming... whether Charlie and I would stay together, whether I would have the money to live, a home somewhere, or a room in someone's attic.
(I can get melodramatic when facing big change!)
Now a year later, I can look back on a magical, blessed year!
The house looked great! It sold in 2 months and we were moved out and into a beautiful rental in town in 4 months!
The leave-taking from the land was a months-long ceremony that was so gentle and loving!
One year later, we are packing up to move to our new and I hope forever home at Hoodathunkit Farm, aka The Beavery!
There is a beaver pond with a big dam and multiple lodges. 

Beaverdam close up crop

Charlie and I have made a commitment to one another that we grew into naturally, organically. It is sealed by the land.
I say that we are marrying the land, together.
Already I feel my roots seeking the deep nourishment.
I feel my branches and leaves expanding to the sky.
I feel my breath, my heart, and my yoni opening to the Earth --
And to the Divine Guidance present and waiting for me on the land.
We close the purchase on Monday morning, and begin the joyful process of cleaning, clearing the energy, blessing the house, and moving in. 

Packing up the house in town is underway. 
I am blessed! I am joyful! I am tired!
Moving is unsettling to the system, no matter how joyful and well planned.
Self-care is a vital nutrient, and pleasure is the most nurturing of self-care... well, second only to sleep.
Nature is ultimate self-care for me. As an eco-sexual, nature turns me on, and support my orgasm.

Nature = Pleasure!
That deserves its own article. 

I offer you the beauty of this gorgeous, fragrant weeping cherry tree in the corner of my new garden.
If only I could send the smell!
Cherry tree house

I am a racist, and it is my problem. What about you?


Last year I felt triggered almost every time I tuned into Facebook. The triggers were that there was something wrong with me because I am white. I felt constantly criticized and told I am wrong.

Now, no one was calling me out personally. I was a timid lurker in these mystifying and painful interactions.

The first awareness was Layla Saad's letter to Spiritual White women – and the ongoing online conversation that has not stopped.

I was convicted of my sin, as my Baptist ancestors would say.

My sin is the sin of racism.

Mostly unconscious, endemic, unacknowledged, and unmitigated racism.

Along with white privilege and white fragility and white centering, and appropriation and colonization.

Many many unrepented sins of racism and wielding the weapons of whiteness.

Triggered up my ass.

After a while, I couldn't ignore that this constant triggering was pointed to work I had to do, and changes I had to make. Fortunately, I am in relationships with white women doing the work, and they directed me to teachers.

In January of 2018, I took Catrice M. Jackson's 30 day course for white women. I recommend it to all white women in leadership and have a message and mission to share.

Starbucks ought to hire Catrice to do its “diversity training” day this month.

Catrice's class was hard. Real hard. I hated it. I hated the work that was insisting that I question everything about myself. Every word, thought, deed, and relationship.

The 30 Day Course is the beginning of dismantling my own racism and becoming aware of my weapons of whiteness. The work will last a lifetime.

** Becoming a true and effective ally with people of color is a long journey of failing and learning.

It's wicked uncomfortable. I am not there, not at all.

I confess to being in the performative and resistant phase of the work. I am grappling with things in my life that I don't want to deal with. And I won't come out as changed until I feel it inside my body as a real thing.

And I also don't like getting it wrong.

I can hear Catrice saying, Get over that fast, because black and brown people are dying while you worry about getting is wrong.

Which brings me to why I am writing today.

The Danielle Laporte debacle.

I have to say something.

She is the latest white spiritual woman to be called on the racism embedded in her message and marketing. 

If you are not aware of this story, look up her Facebook page, and read the pinned post with comments. Layla Saad along with dozens of other colleagues lovingly call her into awareness. No, I can't make myself link to it. 

Yesterday I visited Danielle Laporte's website for the first time.

This woman built a worldwide empire of followers, customers, and clients who watch her every move. She launched a new program apparently without a clue of the dismantling racism movement that is going on all around her in her own industry.

She presented skin-surface imagery and program name that looks as if it was designed to offend and wound people of color. And she remains clueless.

Danielle went on the defensive, silencing the voices and effort put out to help her get it right.
Her next steps were to do everything wrong. And she led other women to keep getting it wrong and cling to their own racism.

I hope she will take a “giant ass pause” as one friend said, and invest in her own anti-racism work.

She can make a big difference through her empire if she is willing.


And so can I, if I am willing. 

I've been quiet about my own racism process.

I've been afraid.

Shit keeps coming up that I don't want to deal with.  I get over that now.

My mission is to help human beings remember their intimate relationship with nature.

This mission can only be accomplished if racism ceases to exist. Racism is an abomination against nature.

Dismantling racism doesn't happen on the surface. Choosing pictures and words that are inclusive and diverse doesn't touch it.

I believe people of color when they tell me that racism is a white problem and it is white people's responsibility to change it and to change ourselves.

We have no excuse to remain unaware of what we are doing and how each one of us is doing it. 

Dismantling racism, white colonization, white supremacy, white privilege, white fragility, white weapons, and STOPPING systemic genocide of darker skinned people –

This is OUR work, white people.

Black and Brown and Indigenous people are dying and WE are killing them. 

Yes, you and I. 

Start your education. Expose yourself to yourself. 

Pay a woman of color to start the process with you. 


http://www.shetalkswetalk.com/ Catrice M. Jackson's page for Anti-racism classes and live workshops for white women 

Layla Saad's Patreon

This is just for starters. You'll find more when you follow these women. 


A Manifesting Lesson from Biscuits

Last week I taught Facebook how to make biscuits. 

I made biscuits on a Facebook live video! 

It was the most fun I've had in front of a video camera in my entire life! 

Watch the Video here!

Manifesting Lessons from Biscuits

This simple inspired action turned out to be so rich in rewards and lessons. 

Reading through the comments, I was gratified by how much pleasure people got from a real life, messy elbows cooking lesson!

From me showing up real and raw and covered in flour. 

Viewers thanked me for teaching them a simple skill that took them back to their childhood, and memories of mamas and grandmamas long gone. 

One of my son's friends learned to make biscuits from me when she was in high school, and let me know it's her favorite recipe!

The lady who lived up the road from me when I was growing up on the farm in Tennessee commented with her remembrance of me as a little girl. 

The comments are full of my own personal history. 

Later that evening in my group, Sexy Wealthy Divas, someone asked me about Orgasmic Manifestation, something I teach about in my work. 

I shared a "recipe" for manifesting and realized, it is as simple as the biscuit recipe.

Cooking is a good analogy for manifesting. Think about it: 

You start with an appetite! A desire. A hunger. 

You have a picture of what you want to make. A mouth-watering colorful picture is best. Aromas and flavors and memories of eating a dish add to the pleasure and anticipation. 

You assemble the ingredients. You may have to take a lot of action, like shopping, chopping, and lots of skillful preparation. 

Or the recipe could be super simple, like the biscuit recipe. 

Even so, it takes action, some skill, some practice to manifest biscuits from flour, milk, butter, and heat! (Watch the video to learn the secret tips!)

After a lifetime of making biscuits, I don't need a recipe or even measuring cups. I just do it. 

Manifesting is like that too. 

The simpler and more straight-forward your desire, the easier to manifest it into your experience. 

The clearer your vision, the easier to manifest. 

The more complicated and big and outside your everyday experience your desire, the longer manifestation may take. 

You may have more resistance to doing the necessary actions,
or believing in the truth that it's here,
or knowing that you deserve to have it, 
or you may need to learn and practice new skills to bring it
or, or, or... 

And yet, you most certainly can do it all, and have it all, and with diligence, passion, determination, and persistence, you can manifest anything! 

Keep that mouth-watering vision of the finished recipe in your mind the whole time. 

The most important thing is to not worry about what people think, what it looks like to others, and HAVE FUN with the process. 

Just like I did in the biscuit video. 

I hope you enjoy this tasty buttery lesson in manifesting. 

Send me your question about biscuit baking, manifesting, or my other specialty: Sex, Wealth, and Voice! 

Wet, Dark, Tangled, and Feminine

A reminder to all of us that the Creative Power of the Universe is not a neat, linear, clean process. 

Villoldo The Dream

Creation is Feminine.  




Creation is Wild. Feminine. Dark. Tangled. 

In this way all the elements of creation can fulfill their purpose: 





Creepy Crawlies. 

Creation is made from the elements of decay and death. 

The true nature of Creative Power has been misunderstood and demonized. 

Co-opted and cleansed of it mess and its mystery in an attempt to control Death. 

Death is not destruction but transformation. If you destroy death, you kill life. 

Alberto Villoldo shared the wisdom of the elder medicine woman: 

" . . . I remember being told by a medicine woman in the Amazon, 'Do you know why they are really cutting down the rain forest? Because it is wet and dark and tangled and feminine.'" ~Alberto Villoldo

They will cut down the forest.

They will cut us down.

They will give us the weapons and train us to cut each other down, and do their work for them. 

We shall not. 

We put down the weapons we use against each other, and against the Self. 

We let the moss and mold grow in our hair, and tangle our bodies together ... 

We become food for Nature, the foundation of Creation. 

We are birth, death, and rebirth. 

We are the Power, not "They".

When the Holy Thaws

christ is risen with each blade of grass

sprouting from the mud

we listen avidly for the first woodcocks and peepers

spring floods my body like a swollen brook

winter is almost over in Maine

that’s when the Holy Thaws


A woman's body, like the earth, has seasons;
when the mountain stream flows,
when the holy
when I am most fragile and in need,
it was then, it seemed,
God came
God, like a medic on a field, is tending our souls.
Our horns get locked with desires, but don't hold yourself
too accountable; for all desires are
really innocent.  That is what
the compassion in His
eyes tell me.
Why this great war between the countries -- the countries --
inside of us?
What are all these insane borders we protect?
What are all these different names for the same church of love
we kneel in together?   For it is true, together we live; and only
at that shrine where all are welcome will God sing
loud enough to be heard.
Our horns got locked with the earth and sky in some odd
marriage ritual; so what, don't worry.  We should be proud of
ourselves for everything we helped create in this
magic world.
And God is always there, if you feel wounded.  He kneels
over this earth like
a divine medic,
and His love thaws
the holy in us.
~ St. Teresa of Avila ~
(Love Poems From God: Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West --
versions by Daniel Ladinsky)

Equinox: A Great Time for a Divine Feminine Astrology Reading

The Aries Equinox - Sring in the Northern Hemisphere and Fall in the Southern Hemisphere - is an astrological power time. 

A lot of planets that were in Pisces last month have moved to Aries. 

This changes everything!

The planets and other heavenly bodies that astrologers work with represent archetypes. They are symbols of the energy we carry within us. 

When we explore their relationships to one another in the sky, we reveal our personal mysteries so the we can use the energy to create. 

I work with the Divine Feminine. I specialize in the so-called minor planets that represent the Feminine Archetypes of the Goddess. 

Both Women and Men have these Archetypes available in their charts. 

Book a Divine Feminine Astrology Reading today to discover how the Goddess Archetypes can amplify your intuition and provide insight and guidance into the challenges this year will bring you. 

Create your life with a full tank!

Here is more information and how to book a reading. 


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Soul Truth Breakthrough

Beautiful Woman,

You have a big mission to be part of the great Awakening, healing, and re-creation of the world that is happening in this epic time!

I see you. I see your heart full of love, and your desire for a bigger and better life.

I see how hard you've worked to get this far.

And I see your fatigue.

You feel tired and frustrated and dried up by the demands of your life – always busy meeting the needs of others, while your needs, desires, and talents are put off till last.

And too often there is nothing left for you!

You are DONE with waiting for scraps and leftovers!

Doing everything for others and not fully living into your truest, grandest YOU!

You're in the right place. This is where you need to be if:

  • You want it to feel easier,
  • You're ready to receive your natural abundance and wealth,
  • You want to feel luscious and sensual in your physical body,
  • You're ready to step into your power,
  • You're ready to align your voice with the gift the Universe has given you, and start singing that cosmic harmony here on earth...


And, instead of it being so hard, you desire to let all this unfold with ease and pleasure!


I'm Diva Carla Sanders ~ 
and I am here to help you kill what's ready to die, birth what is ready to live, and speak your truth -- because you don't have time to waste in pain, and there is so much magnificence waiting for you now.

How do you get started?

The path of transformation reveals itself in layers. Women begin their journey into the Temple of their own magic and medicine with a Truth Revelation Breakthrough process.

1) It begins with a Divine Feminine Astrology Reading. 

2) The next step is a Truth Assessment VIP ½ day.

3) Then you can step up again to a Breakthrough 1 Day intensive.


I'll lay it out for you:



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While there is no map to the buried treasure of your destiny, there are signs, when you know how to read them. These signs are written in the wheel of the zodiac at the moment of your birth.

You have within you tools and clues to break the code so you can find your own trail and create your own map to your destiny. 

The DFAR tells a story about your life inspired by Goddess figures of the Zodiac. You will discover information about your powers, your resources, the legacy of your wounds, and where you get stuck.

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This is a revelation process that takes what you learned about yourself in the DFAR, and goes deeper. The Assessment process uncovers your personal TRUTH –

The Truth of who you are

The Truth of your gifts and wisdom

The Truth of your Desires

The Truth of Your Voice and

The Truth of Your Divine Feminine Power

All the TRUTH you have been hiding inside you, because it may not have felt safe to know it or speak it. The Truth Assessment opens you up to see the BLOCKS you have constructed to knowing and speaking your truth, revealing your gifts, and living in your power, and points to a path to dissolve and release them.



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When you are ready to LET IT ALL GO!

  • Lies masquerading as Truth
  • Negative emotions that sap your energy
  • Limiting beliefs and decisions that hold you back from manifesting your desires
  • The inner conflict in constant battle for your soul
  • Let it go so you can start creating from the power of your Truth.



Are you feeling the pull to re-create your life, feel sensuous and present in your body, and call in your truth and wealth now?

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Then it's time to click this link and book a 30-minute conversation so we can get you started.


Do you have questions? Click the link and book a call with me and we'll create the best path for you to move forward.

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With love, 

Diva Carla


The Magical Story of What Happened through the Eclipse Portal

As I emerge from the shadowy realms of deep winter, I want to update you on the changes since the Solar Eclipse portal of last August. 

In October of 2017, I sold the house and land where I have lived for 24 years, and where I have held ceremony in the sweat lodge for 15 years.

It started on Christmas Day, 2016. I looked out the back window and a flock of about 20 turkeys walked in a circle all around the house! We don't get turkeys here that often. I've seen this many turkeys in the year twice in 24 years

Christmas turkeysAt the Fairy Apple Tree Christmas 2016


As the ground thawed last spring, I realized it was time to change the energy.

I had bought the place with my ex-husband, who died in 2016.
I had completed raising my sons in that house, and they are both grown men, nearly 40!
I began my adult spiritual journey by the agency of that sacred land.
I loved that land as my body, and couldn't imagine not living there.
I struggled to keep the land, and maintain a very old farmhouse.
I began to feel the tug of something new – a new way of living in the world.

I felt how as an elder, a Crone Queen, I was using too much of my energy to hold and manage this land, and my personal history enmeshed in it.

I was too attached to that land, that home, and my dreams for the land.

It was time to let go. Time to change the energy.

In May and June we worked hard to get the house and land spiffed up to put on the market. I worked with the best realtor, Annie Higbee of Downhome Maine. Intuition told me that Annie's energy as well as her expertise would be the right support for the sacred letting go of this land.

In the summer Solstice sweat lodge, I got the crystal clear message that I am being repotted!

My mission and my personal growth and fulfillment of purpose depends on moving to a bigger pot. What that pot looks like is an unfolding story. Knowing that I had to leave the land in Hope made the letting go a bit easier, even possible. Yes, it began to be joyful!

I made a ceremony calling in the next caretaker of the sacred land. I made a ceremony opening myself to the call of my new land. Spirit and I were partners in this repotting project.

Remember the turkeys on Christmas Day?

The listing for the house went live around July 7th

Starting that week, I was visited by turkeys every day.

Deer turkeys cat arrow 2The grey and white cat Bougie spies on the turkeys. They know exactly where he is. 


Throughout July and August I had two big jobs that kept me close to home:

Ceremonial decommissioning all the sacred sites, dance arbors, and the Peace Chamber sites

And healing from Lyme infection.

I noticed that a flock of five adult turkeys would bring their chicks through the back yard every day.
Day by day I watched the young turkeys grow. They were two sizes, meaning that one clutch had hatched earlier by a few weeks.

One day they surprised me by all flying into the trees! They were roosting every night in the woods just beyond the backyard meadow. What a blessing!

I would wake at dawn to watch them fly down, and then observe at sunset when they gathered in the meadow to feed and fly up to the high roosts for the night.


Deer turkeys cat arrowBougie the Cat ran into the field to flush the birds. 


Turkey medicine signifies gathering the harvest. I sensed that they were helping in the process of the sale of the house. I also felt they might be for the new owner as much as for me. The turkeys were calling them in.

Interesting that they day we signed the sales contract in September, the turkeys went away! They stopped roosting in the trees, and I did not see them on a feeding stroll through the meadow and garden.

Their work on the land was complete.

Fairy apple turkeys sweat lodge

There was one more example of animal medicine power.

On the last day of negotiations post inspection period, I was taking down the sweat lodge for good. Annie called with some final information, and I was taking a deep breath, because this was it. SOLD!

I looked down at the sacred mound. A two foot long garter snake emerged from the rocks, and raised its head. It stayed there throughout the conversation. I took it to mean: Get on with this! Shed your skin. Shed this house and land. Time for rebirth!

Snake on mound 1Snake says time to shed. Rebirth!

And so with the help of the animals, I made the transition.

The animals said GO! They called in the new owners, a wonderful young family who is farming the land, and they are pretty excited about all the ceremony we did there for so many years.

The last week as we were moving and getting ready for the closing, it even felt that the land was kicking me off! The land was ready to welcome the new custodians. My work here in Hope is finished.

It is done.

Last sunset 2My Last Sunset on Hatchet Mountain


At first I was in “transplant shock” as a seedling will be when first repotted.

Through the dark of winter, I felt alone and homesick.

I have felt bereft and ungrounded walking on concrete every day.

I miss my sacred fires and the sweat lodge.

Burnlodgefire1Last sacred fire at Hope Peace Ceremonies: Burning the Lodge

The intense ride through the August Leo eclipse portal ushered in all the change I've just described. In the months of change and darkness – Autumn and Winter – I descended into a cave of fertilization and gestation. It takes time to integrate change. I was not idle in the cave, though I was not so visible.

I commune with the Dark Goddess, often as Lilith, almost daily. She accompanies me in the underworld initiatory journey that is Priestess Path.

Right after my move, I studied with my coach Vanessa Long to acquire powerful new tools so my clients can open the floodgates of transformation.

As the embers of the Imbolc fires die down, I feel my roots grow strong, and new leaves and shoots and buds forming. My repotting is taking hold.

As the Leo eclipse cycle completes with a partial solar eclipse in Aquarius, it is time to bring the messages of the Dark Goddess forward into the light.

It is time to offer the new tools, or as I prefer to call them, JEWELS, to women on their path of discovering Truth, power, and freedom.

It is time to show you what happens on the other side of the portal.


FootbridgeFootbridge over the Passy at Sunset






In Honor of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

NOTE: This article was originally published on MLK Day, January 19, 2015. I republish today with an update at the end. 

My humanity is bound up in yours, for we can only be human together.~Desmond Tutu

IN HONOR of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Today the United States celebrates the first national holiday of the year, the day that honors the birthday of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. I want to share two memories associated with Dr. King, one heavy and one delightful.

Darkness falls...

Late one afternoon in 1968, I was a teenage girl daydreaming and listening to the Beatles on the radio. It was getting dark, almost suppertime on the farm in Tennessee where I grew up. The music stopped, and a news bulletin broke in. Dr. Martin Luther King had been assassinated in Memphis, just 90 miles away.  

The news filled me with shame, and dread. In the South I grew up in, bones of the Confederacy were not laid to rest. My parents were on the other side of the civil rights issue. Civil rights threatened them and brought up all their fears. I had not yet formed my own opinions, though I am sure turning 13 in 1968 influenced my liberalization, as I began to think for myself. It was many years later, after I moved to New York City, that I began to study Dr. King and Civil Rights, and I learned how much we’d lost that day in Memphis.

MLK crowd
His words ring more true to me with each passing year. 

The saving of our world from pending doom will come, not through the complacent adjustment of the conforming majority, but through the creative maladjustment of a nonconforming minority.
~Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Half a lifetime later...

On January 18, 2009, it was the day after Martin Luther King Day, and the day after Barak Obama’s first inauguration. Spirits were high in the nation’s capital, and all over the world. I was flying back to Maine from a meeting in Phoenix, Arizona. Sitting alone on a shuttle between terminals at Dulles International Airport in Washington, DC, I was joined by an entourage. A familiar and very happy elderly man sat across from me. His blazer bore an ecclesiastical emblem on the pocket. It was indeed Archbishop Desmond Tutu of South Africa. The shuttle filled with travelers, and the Archbishop’s assistant offered to take our pictures with him. I sat beside him and shared a few words, thanking him for his work.

DC and Desmond Tutu
You’ve seen him in videos, laughing and joyful as he speaks truth. That’s how he is. He was a keynote speaker at the Martin Luther King Day service at the National Cathedral in 2012. Someone asked if he was at the Inauguration. No! he said, laughing. I didn’t have a ticket! He watched on television.

It was a magnificent day for the world, he said. He could not say it enough, how happy he was, how important and joyful this day was for the world. And he was right, in that moment!

It was over 40 years since that darkest day for Peace and Justice when Dr. King was murdered. I got to witness what it meant to the man who’d presided over the dismantling of South African apartheid and the restoration and forgiveness he mediated in his country.

Our work is not done, and never will be. The work of orgasmic liberation, true complete self-ownership for all people, is all our ongoing work. Peace is our purpose. Peace is the very definition of  "creative maladjustment of the non-conforming minority."


I read the words of Dr. King with new eyes today. Since I posted in 2015, the unthinkable has happened. The joy and hope that Archbishop Tutu felt on that fateful day in 2009, barely nine years later, has given way to deeper entrenchment and overt expression of white supremacy and racism in this country. 

I have to own my part in racist America. I am a white woman, born into privilege and safety by virtue of my skin color. I was bred into racism so deep that I can't see it in myself. I have undertaken the difficult education to face my own unconscious internalized racism.

Unless I do this work to remove my own racism, I remain part of the "conforming majority."

Justice for all people, indeed the fate of planet Earth, requires that I do this work.  I stand with, as a member of, the non-conforming minority. Together we shall become the majority!