Spiritual Direction with Shir Meira Feit
Ease into the conversation*
Accompaniment and guidance for seekers of depth, harmony, and embodiment.
Deepen your spiritual literacy.
Embody your gifts.
Unearth languages to express mystical and subtle states.
Hold expansive states of consciousness.
Access clarity about next steps.
Rest in open awareness.
Connect with the vitality pulsing through all things.
Deepen your spiritual literacy. Embody your gifts. Unearth languages to express mystical and subtle states. Hold expansive states of consciousness. Access clarity about next steps. Rest in open awareness. Connect with the vitality pulsing through all things.
Our Approach
I’m a spiritual director, mystic, musician, and longtime companion of the sacred. After two decades serving communities as a Jewish Renewal rabbi, my offering is now primarily rooted in individual and small-group spaces that hold the Mystery, the mess, and the beauty of becoming.
My approach to spiritual direction is spacious and attuned. I work mostly by phone, allowing you to move, stretch, lie down — to meet the sacred on your terms, in your own body. Whether you’re navigating spiritual emergence, grief, gender journeying, neurodivergence, burnout, or a quiet longing you can’t quite name — this work is a place to bring all of it.
Want more of a sense of what happens in a session? Read more about the possibilities of this work.
Curious if this is for you? Here’s a list of the kinds of people I accompanied.
Feeling drawn? Schedule a consultation or complete this form to begin.
Who is this for?
My clients come from myriad walks of life — varying ages, stages, and identities. What do they have in common?
Openness, curiosity, and a growth mindset
Capacity for complexity (and the hope to hold more)
A desire to mingle with the Mystery
They seek not just knowledge, but also wisdom
Most importantly, they want a partner in this journey.
You don’t have to hold the unknown alone.
My counseling process engages full-body listening and a refined intimacy with stillness and silence.
My teachers are a diverse lineage of luminaries, and our work together draws from an extensive network of nourishing resources — tools of earth and of ether. Allow me to bear witness to your journey of becoming.
My clients include…
Therapists yearning for more spiritual depth
Organizers experiencing overwhelm and burnout
Gender-journeyers seeking support and visibility
Executives craving self-care and exploration
Entrepreneurs facing isolation
Seekers feeling lost
Creatives lacking containment and encouragement
Healers needing healing
Jewish communal leaders
Retirees writing their third act
Innkeepers tending to the edges between worlds
Mourners exploring grief
Meditators beginner and advanced
Others and ineffables and undefinables
Set up a call and discover if spiritual accompaniment can support you.
Or fill out this inquiry form, a first step toward working together.
*The notion of “eas[ing] into the conversation” comes from the poem below (one of my many favorites).
Everything is Waiting for You
by David Whyte
After Derek Mahon
Your great mistake is to act the drama
as if you were alone. As if life
were a progressive and cunning crime
with no witness to the tiny hidden
transgressions. To feel abandoned is to deny
the intimacy of your surroundings. Surely,
even you, at times, have felt the grand array;
the swelling presence, and the chorus, crowding
out your solo voice. You must note
the way the soap dish enables you,
or the window latch grants you freedom.
Alertness is the hidden discipline of familiarity.
The stairs are your mentor of things
to come, the doors have always been there
to frighten you and invite you,
and the tiny speaker in the phone
is your dream-ladder to divinity.
Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the
conversation. The kettle is singing
even as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots
have left their arrogant aloofness and
seen the good in you at last. All the birds
and creatures of the world are unutterably
themselves. Everything is waiting for you.
Listen to David Whyte read this poem: