My name is Madeline Giles (she/her), and I am a somatic guide, breath teacher,
dream-worker, and natural beekeeper.
as a somatic guide and breath facilitator with over 10 years experience, My services have been described as “magical yet deeply practical” and “genuinely loving, gentle, and nourishing without bypassing the harder parts of being human.”
I hold a Master’s degree in Spiritual Psychology from the University of Santa Monica with an emphasis in Consciousness, Health, and Healing and am a certified ReBloom Coach, an archetypal method for somatic trauma resolution and post-traumatic growth created by Rachael Maddox. I apprenticed in herbalism through an immersion with the Gaia School of Healing and Earth Education from 2016-2018, and I’m trained in breathwork facilitation through David Elliott’s 4-level Healer Training. Today, I continue to study somatic care, post-traumatic growth, and dreamwork through offerings by Toko-pa Turner, Luis Mojica, David Bedrick, and trainings with Alchemical Alignment.
I began publicly sharing offerings a decade ago through founding Angelic Breath Healing, a breathwork practice that facilitates attuning to compassionate support from within.
My path has taught me to be highly discerning in the wild world of spiritual wellness, and I bring a sense of practicality and discernment into sessions with clients, inviting attunement to body and soul.
I currently reside in Colorado with my partner and endless blooms of herbs and houseplants. My first book Then I Woke Up, Dreaming with Mother Earth published in April 2024.
SOME THINGS I BELIEVE
A glimpse of my inner world
I’m an herbalist and natural beekeeper. I dream of regenerative gardens and a life devoted to listening to the land, trees, Fae, and bees.
I want a freshly picked bouquet of multicolored wildflowers at the center of a handcrafted farm table with twinkling candlelights. As the table fills with the faces of my loved ones, I remind guests to mind the mead offerings for the Fae.
I dream of sharing true seasonal abundance together, embracing and savoring late autumn and deep winter as a necessary descent into dreaming, into death, into rest as vital nourishment for the resurrection and renewal of spring.
I see flickers of this life in the way I feel and live my life today. And yet, this well-tended dream seed doesn’t erase or deny the smoke plumes rising, the helicopter’s engine transporting water again and again to another wildfire in the north. The record-breaking temps that propel some to say, “this is the coldest summer of the future.” My dreams of living in full harmony with the earth amplify the urgency of her current cries for help.
Recently on a walk in my neighborhood, I saw children playing wiffleball while the world burned on the horizon behind them.
This is my present view. I wonder: what is my future? Our future? How will we meet this moment? Will we root to the occasion and take powerful collective action?
No matter what, I refuse to feed my dreams with doom. I will keep seeking spaces where little me turns into regenerative We. No matter what, I will seek and share ways to plant prayers of possibility.
How to work with me
