Snake Woman

It was beautiful warm summer weather – just right for a little excursion and a visit with friends.

They live close to a small village in the heart of “Cottage Country “ at the banks of one of the many rivers that flow into Georgian Bay.

We had not been to their home in a while and so it was natural, that, after an introductory stroll through this year’s garden, we should walk down to the river and visit the large boulder, an erratic, left there by the melting glaciers.

It was my husband Peter, who, a few steps away, discovered her.

Water Snake at Annes place

Part of her slender body comfortably tucked under yet another large rock her head appeared into the sunlight. Tongue flicking to catch our scent, she inspected the new arrivals in her territory. She was not afraid at all and soon settled down again, head in the sun,turned towards us.

It felt natural to sit down next to her and include her into our conversation:Her neighbour the Bull Frog

-About the recent spring flood that had covered the very site we were now sitting on

About the large Bull Frog, who lives a bit further down the riverbank …

I am sure, she knows him well. – I am also sure, he is not very fond of her…. 😉

About the environment, sports fishermen and boaters, cottagers and tourists.

All topics that would interest a Snake and we all were certain, she also contributed a remark here and there – although in parseltounge and so inaudible to us.

At some point it was time to leave and soon after we got up, so did she.

Only then we saw, how big Snake Woman was!

Well over 3 feet!

Now in the water 2

My friends go swimming in the river right there at that spot.

No wonder she did not flee. She knows their scent well and also knows that they mean her no harm.


Hello world!

My name is Mi-Shell!

I am probably best known as a shaman / healer in Muskoka and Southern Ontario.

I am a Registered Nurse and a Jungian Therapist by training, but, first and foremost, I am following in the footsteps of my Siberian ancestors, who were Tofalar people, a small tribe in what is today Tuva in Siberia. My great grandmother was the the healer-shaman of our people. My grandma Aniani and  my father (Ada) followed a shamanistic worldview and in it I was raised and followed it ever since.

From my mother’s side I am Manoush Gypsy.

My maternal grandmother, Elizza, was a ‘shuvihana’ = healer for Animals and people and she also read the crystal ball and Tarot from about 1896 to 1945.

She had among other cards, an original Soprafino deck

But basically I am a mutt – like most of us!

I read and use Tarot in my work with my clients and as a way of honoring my Manoush side and use daily card draws for personal reflections and meditation.

I have practiced, taught and used shamanism and shamanic healing pathways with my patients, clients, in schools, Pow Wows and the health care  system.
I lead circles and gatherings that focus on teaching, healing, ritual, drums and drumming, human growth and well-being.

My personal interests are – guess what – shamanism, cards, drums and drumming, nature, wildlife, and – most of all – people. 🙂


This is the first blog I ever set up – or tried to….

Here I want to post about some of my work as a shamanic healer, my visions, my poems, my shamanic artwork but first and foremost this site will be about my explorations of the world of Tarot and how shamanism and Tarot cross-pollinate each other. I hope you will enjoy this crazzzzzy ride! 🙂