Hi, I’m Ashley. Psychic Medium by birth, witch by choice. I’m deeply committed to vintage oddities, haunted bookstores, cold cases and coffee strong enough to raise the dead. I also talk to ghosts. Coven Retreats-The Original Witchcraft Sleepover-was crafted in 2019 to be an intentionally small, immersive experience in some of the most otherworldly locations. Each retreat is rooted in the magic of its location-Salem. New Orleans, Savannah, Reykjavik, Scotland and beyond. My work blends intuition, ritual and a touch of the paranormal. Equal parts eerie, playful, and deeply connective.

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My gifts showed up loud and uninvited. Lacking the words to explain what I was experiencing as a child, drawing became a silent sanctuary. I used art to channel the messages I received without having to explain where they came from.There was no handbook for my "affliction" in the ‘80s and ‘90s.  My tween brain was heavily influenced by cult classics like The Craft, Practical Magic, The The Silence of the Lambs, Beetlejuice...and it showed.

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My gifts terrified me for most of my life. I bite my nails down to the cuticles. I partied a lot in my teens to drown out the messages Yet, I remained inextricably drawn to magic and the paranormal. I was the sleepover menace who'd casually suggest summoning spirits for fun. Ouija board? Already set up. Bloody Mary? Mirror freshly windex'd. Light as a feather stiff as a board? Assume the position, ladies.

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Steven King inadvertently saved my sanity. When I received a message or a vision that scared me (which was often) I'd lock it in a heavy metal chest that I had created in my mind; tucked indefinitely into my subconscious. My sister's boyfriend gifted me a copy of "The Shinning" when I was about 15. To my shock and delight, Danny did exactly the same thing when he was overwhelmed by spectral messages. Maybe I wasn't alone, after all? I've been an avid reader ever since. 

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I didn't fully embrace my gifts until my early 30's. I was a lonely stay-at-home mom in an unhealthy marriage, 3,000 miles from everyone I'd ever know. An echo of my former self, I decided to learn tarot. Everything I’d locked away came came rushing back with an intensity that commanded my full attention. I started reading friends and fam. They started telling their friends and fam. Eventually, strangers from all over the world were asking  for readings (special shoutout to my New Zealand + Australian girlies for working with the time difference!).

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I crafted the first Salem Retreat in 2019 with nothing but hope and mild delusion. It sold out in 48 hours. That became the blueprint for everything that followed: coven-style gatherings rooted in sisterhood and shared nostalgia. Witchcraft, and the women it has brought into my life, saved me in ways that are impossible to articulate. I found the courage to walk away from everything that was slowly draining me, and create a life that actually felt like mine. Now, my wish is to hold that space for other women.  

 

A witch never truly walks alone. If you've been searching for your place, welcome home. You’ve found your coven.

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I can't wait to meet you.​

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Stay spooky,

Ashley xo