About

About Jen

I’m Jen Rivers — a writer, astrologer, holistic counselor, and lifelong student of the body, the earth, and the human spirit. My work is devoted to regeneration, rhythm, and honoring the unique expression, voice, and identity within every person.

For over thirty years, I’ve been immersed in the art of guiding people reconnect to themselves — through teaching, healing, listening, and story. I see healing and growth as collective acts of remembering, not just personal ones.

My early years started with a deep curiosity about people and culture, leading to a degree in Cultural Anthropology and another in Education, where I taught Elementary and Middle School English for many years. I’ve always been a writer — words and stories have been the thread through every chapter of my life.

Before teaching, I studied Massage Therapy and Healing Arts at the Scherer Institute of Natural Healing in Taos, New Mexico in the mid-90s, where I also lived and worked alongside the Taos Pueblo community — experiences that shaped my respect for nature, land, rhythm, and relationship as teachers.

Over the years, I’ve continued to study and practice myraid healing arts, holistic health counseling, shamanic traditions, yoga, astrology, and body-centered therapies, integrating them into a grounded, integrative approach to wellbeing.

More recently, I’ve been exploring the threads of ancestry and lineage — discovering a connection to my paternal grandmother’s Blackfoot heritage, deepening into questions of belonging and identity. This ancestral work is not about claiming but about listening — learning what moves through us, and what we are here to carry forward with integrity.

My work now brings together everything I’ve lived, learned, and witnessed — as a teacher, mother, mentor and guide.

Through The Spiral Path, Holistic Counseling, and Astrology Consultations, I guide women and men, (and sometimes children too) to come back into alignment with their own truth — through story, body awareness, and the wisdom of natural cycles.

Whether you’re navigating a big transformation, searching for creative clarity, healing burnout, or seeking deeper connection to your own rhythm — this work meets you where you are.

I live in Vermont on unceded Abenaki/Wabanaki land with my husband, our son, and two cats who remind me daily to rest, play, and pay attention.

Nature is my greatest teacher and the rhythm that keeps me true. It’s where I return to remember what matters most: that our wellbeing is intertwined, and that living well means honoring the full circle — body, heart, story, and earth.

Welcome — this is a space for remembering what’s already whole.

The Regeneration Manifesto (An Invitation):

This is my compass--the truth I've gathered from decades of healing, mothering, breaking, remembering and rising. If you're walking your own return path, this is for you.

I remember sitting around ceremonial fires, surrounded by sisters, mothers, grandmothers, all the women, with you.

I remember ancient wisdom passed down from generation to generation.

It's in my bones.

It's real.

I was there.

You were there.

I remember the ways our bodies moved slowly, with ease.

Delightfully bumping into each other with laughter as we danced.

Gently.

Rhythmically.

Hips swaying to the sounds of breezes in the treetops.

The music.

The howling wind.

The sky twinkled with promises upon us as the fires burned into the night.

Embers flickered through the twilight,

bringing our passion, our dreams, toward the cosmos.

The night was peaceful.

Its darkness covered us in possibilities where we dreamed.

Together.

We were wholly ourselves.

Free.

Love.

Wild.

We moved with the cycles of nature, and of the seasons.

We nourished each other with our hearts, our art, our gifts.

We were one then.

Remember?

There was no them and us.

It was all Us.

Together.

We celebrated our differences.

That's what made it all so real.

Interconnected.

It's time we share the knowledge we have inside our hearts.

To claim it and support ourselves by coming together and

being witnessed.

Seen.

Heard in all our glory and in all our ragged, bone tiredness.

Because, damn, we're tired of doing all the things.

Alone.

The land of the free and the home of the brave taught us

that we would be "successful" by

Muscling through.

Ignoring feelings.

Because we were taught independence is the way.

That doing it all ourselves somehow makes us

Stronger.

More powerful.

Mind over heart.

But we know better.

We are better together.

Fitting our unique pieces together, woven into a collective mosaic that brings out our ultimate brilliance.

All the colors. Shades. Gifts.

Our shimmering wishes.

We live softly, gently.

Now.

We have been through so much.

We are in a process of healing.

With tears to shed.

Wounds to heal.

Soul wounds: as we were under a collective spell saying we needed

taming, shaming, blaming.

Because we are too powerful.

Our power was feared.

Our power was suppressed, repressed, oppressed because it was too big.

Too much.

Too real.

Our power is immense.

Our power is in our body.

Our stories.

Our connection to source.

Our power is together.

The wild body.

The dreaming body.

It is our sensor.

Our connection to intuition.

To knowing

that

That information that comes to us and through us

is True or not.

We cannot be tamed.

We breathe with the Mother, for it is where we derive our sustenance, our nurture.

Our nature.

We come from wildish places and wildish dreams.

Our dreams cannot be tamed, for they come to us and through us.

We are the dreams of our ancestors.

To be the light in the world.

Peace in the community.

At home in our hearts and our minds.

I have made mistakes, yet I believe in innocence.

Purity.

Regeneration.

Transmutation.

I remember.

Sometimes it takes a while to remember but the memory always floods back.

Forgiveness.

Compassion.

Of the ways I have gone against my inner knowing.

Of the ways I accepted others ways that aren't mine.

I believe women will heal the world.

It's time we listen to what our hearts want.

Community. Support. Healing. Truth. Process.

It's time we love ourselves, our dreams.

The dream we came to create together.

The revolution is gentle and soft.

It is calling us back to our center.

The revolution is in our hearts.

It is love.

It is positive.

I am for-

love

community

health

growth

diversity

human

nature

women-men-children working together cooperatively

choice

forgiveness

sovereignty

Can you hear it?

The heartbeat of mother earth

echoing softly,

calling your name.

Calling you in.

You have been waiting for this.

We have been waiting for this because we have been dreaming together.

You may have lost your way

or your faith,

or your dream because you were tired

or afraid.

Afraid of being called out.

Afraid of sharing your song.

It's time to come out and play.

This is your time.

To be celebrated.

To be danced.

To be your wild self in the moonlight.

I live in Vermont on unceded Abenaki/Wabanaki land with my husband, our son, and two cats who keep me grounded. Here we're remembering together. Participating in the larger dream of the collective--the one where all human beings are safe, healthy, and free.

Welcome.