Barbara S. Stott LLC
A Journey of Discovery
Many moons ago, traveling deeply into my own healing path, I began to uncover the gold that is hidden in the shadows of our wondrous selves!
What awaits your discovery as you open the hidden recesses of your being?
My sacred path continues, living my bliss and accompanying other Sister and Brother Explorers into your own authentic being.
My Professional Background
Years of Experience as a Licensed Psychotherapist and Teacher
Usui Reiki Master Practitioner and Teacher
Trained Tarot Reader and Teacher
Experienced Shamanic Sandtray Journeying Facilitator
My education includes an M.Ed. in Counseling and postgraduate studies at the University of Virginia and six years of supervised counseling experience. I earned a Virginia LPC license in 1995 and established a private practice, offering adult counseling services. When I moved to Oregon in 2000 during a huge shift point in my life, I added Oregon LPC licensure.
In 2014, I was called to retire from my psychotherapy practice and embrace my offerings as a spiritual guide and energy healer, a pathway that had been unfolding for many years. I offer spiritual support without having an agenda of a particular spiritual path. In our uniqueness, each of us will unfold our intimate connection with the Divine.
Long-Distance Services are also offered if you do not reside in my area.
~Swimming Lessons: One Woman's Journey to a New Life~
My first book was published in 2014, a book of poetry from my journals. I am sharing much of my writing, hoping that it will support and inspire each of you as you seek your own unique path to passion and a deep spiritual connection. The book is available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle or can be purchased at www.tahlume.com. Check it out! I am excited to share it with you!.
I Lick My Skin
I lick my skin in the summer night,
and it tastes like the sea.
How is it we say we came from earth?
“Dust to dust,” the Bible says.
What if we rose from the sea?
Creatures of the deep,
flowing onto dry land,
even our tears, remnants of our briny births,
carried behind our eyes
until the world is too much for us,
amniotic fluid coursing to our hearts.