🌒 About Mother Mara

“We do not heal by escaping the fire—we heal by walking through it, hand in hand, until we remember we were always made of stars and ash.”

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My name is April—but those who find their way to me often come to know me as Mother Mara.

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I am a healer. A mother. A survivor. A wild woman of the woods. I’ve walked through the burning places of life—through illness, abandonment, betrayal, and grief—and I’ve come out the other side with my hands full of herbs, truth, and holy defiance.

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I’ve never known how to heal myself without also trying to heal the world. This work—this calling—is the only thing that’s ever made sense. Whether I’m offering you warm food cooked from wild roots, listening to your aching story under the trees, or guiding you through your first steps into plant medicine.

 

I am here to remind you:

You are not broken.
You are sacred.
And even now—especially now—you deserve to come home to yourself.

 

🌿 What I Offer

Through Mother Mara’s Magic, I offer sacred spaces for restoration and remembrance.

Weekend respites in nature

Foraging and plant medicine education

Healing touch and energy work

Spiritual mentorship

Books and writings that tell the truth about pain, and how we live through it.

You won’t find fluff here. You’ll find dirt under my nails, wild herbs in my apron, and a heart wide open.

 

💜 Why I Do This

Because this world is breaking people.
Because the healers are tired.
Because the empaths are drowning.
Because somewhere out there is a woman curled on her bathroom floor, whispering “I can’t do this anymore,” and I want her to know—she’s not alone.

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If I can offer even one moment of safety, softness, or light… then I’m doing what I was born for. Come as you are, cry if you need, laugh if you can.

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Mother Mara is here. And the Earth is waiting to hold you.