How do we create space where our love and our grief can co-exist?How do we re-remember the practices and rituals that honor ourselves and our ancestors in times of sacred transition?How do we embrace the cycles of life and death in spite of the culture and chaos around us?

Turning Wheel is a practice in inviting these questions to take up space.We find our way closer to the answers through ritual, intuition, listening, presence, and deeper connection to ourselves, each other, our ancestors, and the earth.We find our way through practices of witnessing and being witnessed, through practices of loving and being loved.I would be honored to support you in this work.in love,Maggie Thompson
MSW, Facilitator, Deathcare Educator, Celebrant
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I offer my services on a sliding scale and on a flat fee basis. What does this mean for you? The sliding scale means that you can choose from a range of hourly rates to best suit your financial circumstances. The flat fee means that once we decide on the support I’ll provide to you, I’ll calculate a set rate for those specific services so that you aren’t left to wonder how much it will cost you in the end.I also offer consultations by the hour if you simply need support in making plans, generating ideas, or sitting with/moving through grief.My fees are calculated based on the following hourly rate sliding scale:
$90 / $120 / $150

The turning wheel reminds us of life’s cycles and seasons, the continuation and the changing that never stops. That our lives encapsulate the infinite cycles of our universe – night becomes day, winter becomes spring, the in breath becomes the out breath. We turn through each moment until we come to the end of our time in this bodily form. What comes next in our transformation process is a profound and sacred mystery. The turning wheel reminds us that death is also a beginning.Turning wheels carry me across the divine landscapes between my current and childhood homes – over the Cascade Mountains, through the Columbia River Gorge, across the rolling hills of the Palouse.The wheel is my maternal grandmother Margaret, an artist and potter whom I never met, but whose art fills my home. I hold her ceramics and imagine her hands on the pottery wheel, shaping the clay, finding the form, entering into the process of creation, of beginning and ending. A few years ago I began my own exploration into ceramic art and I feel the continuation of her spirit and her blood in my hands.The wheel is Corriene, my paternal grandmother. She was the grandparent I was closest with growing up and I feel her spirit in everything I do. She made rituals in the way she fed you, the way she offered a cup of tea, the way she moved her hands over the rosary. Corriene reminds me that family is who and what you make it, that we continue on through the people we love, that despite the deep grief in life, we can still move forward and tend our people and open our hearts.The wheel is Warrine, my sister’s grandmother. A painter and a lover of the metaphysical, she was the reason I spent time with the ocean when I was young. We would drive the long roads to the Oregon Coast for spring break to visit Warrine with her rock and shell collections. She reminds me to watch the waves breaking on the beach, to wander the sand in search of earth-made treasures, to always ask questions about why things are the way they are.The wheel is Sueno, my partner’s grandmother. She feeds us with her food and stories of family, keeping tradition with her cooking, her chanting, her shared memories. She reminds me to take the time for the phone call, to savor the sacred blessing of the stories our elders share. She reminds me of all my grandmothers; she reminds me what it is to be a grandchild, what it is to continue the story.I am the wheel – named after my grandmothers, moving through the seasons of life, finding my self and my work through each turn. Reminded by my grandmothers that we find spirit in so many forms through these lives – in art, in community, in the waters of the ocean, in the meals we share, in the laughter and the tears that we release.And you are the wheel, breathing through the seasons, through the downward movements and the upward turns, always moving through space and time.May we continue along the path, finding ourselves and each other.in love,
MaggieMargaret Corriene Thompson
MSW, Facilitator, Deathcare Educator, Celebrant
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