Stone and Vine Design

01/23/2026

Aren’t you tired of everyone telling you how to heal or who to be? Maybe the real path is coming back to the core of who you were before the world tried to shape you, silence you, or bury your truth.

I’ve learned that we don’t heal by becoming someone new.
We heal by remembering who we were before the world told us to shrink.

We heal by listening to ourselves our bodies, our instincts, our inner signals. Not the noise. Not the pressure. Not the endless advice about how to “fix” or “perfect” ourselves.

Real healing begins the moment you trust your own inner voice again.

If you’re in a season of unraveling, rebuilding, or rediscovering yourself…
you’re not alone.
You’re not behind.
You’re not broken.

You’re becoming.

And if my work touches you, it’s because I’ve walked through my own fire and found a way to turn it into light not perfect light, but honest light.

Thank you for being here.
Thank you for letting me be human with you.
Thank you for letting me do the work I was born to do.

My work isn’t about making you stronger.
It’s about helping you remember the strength that was always yours.

If you’re ready to come home to yourself, I’m here.
As someone walking beside you.

Story Time~

I remember the exact moment it clicked for me.
I was driving down Commercial Drive, feeling sad and thinking, “Why am I still going through this crap?”
That heavy, familiar ache of “not again.”
And then, out of nowhere, the shadow integration dropped in.
“Twelve‑year‑old you wouldn’t put up with this sh**. She was smart and had a lot of WTF moments before that was even a thing."
"So why are you?” It was so simple!

It hit me like truth always does.

I got angry, but it was the kind of anger that wakes you up the kind that’s actually clarity, the kind of clarity that makes you feel like you have literally been punched in the face to wake up. Not just seeing a post and thinking oh I align with that. The kind of clarity that you were starving, wasting away for and it was just a big mac waiting for you to finally see it.
That's what shadow work does.

That anger pushed me forward.
It showed me the part of me that had been waiting to be seen, heard, and chosen.

And in that moment, I remembered a space inside me that had been carrying the weight alone for far too long.
Sometimes remembering your strength doesn’t feel soft.
Sometimes it feels like fire! The kind that brings you back to yourself.

01/22/2026

The routines are there.
The effort is there.
The growth is there.

Yet something feels off.

That's often not a mindset problem.
It's unintegrated shadow.
The parts of you that adapted, endured,
stayed quiet or stayed strong...
Still living in your body, still taking up space.

Reconnection isn't about fixing yourself.
It's about really seeing yourself in clarity.

That's where your nervous system exhales.
That's where freedom lies.
That's where you come back online.

-Stone and Vine Design
Designing you inside and out.

01/14/2026

So many people feel like they have to decide, respond, explain, or act right now! Even when your body feels tight.

People are exhausted from reacting, proving, explaining and rushing decisions that don't actually feel true.

Urgency is often a protector, not intuition.

Clarity has a slower frequency. It arrives when the nervous system feels safe enough to listen. It's quieter.

The wound surfacing right now may be a childhood memory:

"If I don't respond fast, I'll lose love/safety/approval."

What do you fear would happen if you didn't respond right away?

If this resonates and you want help untangling urgency from intuition, I'm here for you. When your intuition tells you, I'm ready and you're ready to listen to yourself.

12/08/2025

✨Meet. You.✨

Meet you…
Your core self before the world told you who you were.
Before your parents tried to mold you into a version they could manage.
Before you took on the projections of others speaking from their own pain.
Before you learned to tuck away the parts of yourself that felt
“too much,” “too sensitive,” “too honest,” or “not enough”
all at once.

The you you repressed in order to survive.

The real you. The one underneath all the stories.

I have learned that when my system fires old alarms,
it is not sabotage. It is memory.
It is a younger part of me trying to keep me safe
while using an outdated map.

When I spoke publicly about my last anxiety attack,
I realized it was that younger version of me
sounding an alarm through an old identity.
My body was not betraying me.
My body was protecting me in the only way it once knew how.

In that moment I finally understood something important.
There was a time in my life when I did not have
the power that I have now.

I met her again and I said
“You are right to feel what you feel.
I am the adult now. I lead.”

This is the work I do today.
I help others meet the untouched and unconditioned version of themselves.
The version beneath the stories, beneath the roles,
beneath the performance and the protection.

If this resonates, you are not alone.
Your body is speaking.
Your soul is updating the map.
And you are finally ready to meet you,
The one who exsisted before you had to perform, protect or please.
even the parts you believed had to stay buried.

Corinne
Stone and Vine Design

11/05/2025

Whole Truths Only —a morning ritual for the sacred and the messy

Good morning 🌞

Take your time and enjoy every moment of your life. Sounds easy doesn't it?! (insert eye roll here)

This morning, I invited my beautiful group chat of sistars into a new kind of ritual. Not just naming what we’re grateful for, but naming what irritates us, what rises first thing and transmuting it into gratitude.

Because we’re not here to bypass the mess. We’re here to honor it.

And let me tell you this morning was messy.

I woke up, long nails and all, barely grounded, and the first words out of my mouth were: “I can’t with these animals. Once the kids are grown, I’m done.”

I had just stuck my finger—yes, my actual finger—into something I thought was a no-bake cookie the kids dropped. It wasn’t. It was a very smelly, very real gift from our beloved cat.

And in that moment, I felt alone. Tired. Overwhelmed. Like I was the only one cleaning up after everyone.

But then I paused. Took a breath. And asked myself: “What am I thankful for in this moment? What is this teaching me about myself?”

And I remembered: I adore our furry family. Our cat sits outside the kids’ door every night, guarding them like a little sentinel until they fall asleep. He loves us fiercely. And is he showing me I'm doing too much and carrying too much and should let life be a little messy and need help from the kids more? No judgement on myself or my family but what do I need to not feel so overwhelmed?

Life isn’t always clean. It’s sticky fingers and sacred chaos. It’s irritation before gratitude. It’s the cat p**p and the protection.

This practice isn’t about forced positivity. It’s about whole truths. It’s about seeing the sacred in the shadow. It’s about letting discomfort become a doorway.

To me, triggers aren’t negative. They’re invitations. They’re mirrors. They’re the body saying, “Look here. There’s something to love.”

Positivity isn’t pretending everything’s fine. It’s choosing to see meaning in the mess. It’s saying: even this belongs.

We’re not here for curated gratitude. We’re here for the kind of thankfulness that includes the ache, the laughter, and the sacred ridiculousness of being alive. There is a list of what I found gratitude within that moment even if it didn't feel easy.

And who knows—maybe I was blaming the wrong one. It could’ve been our sweet little beagle who snuck out of the room last night. But in that moment, I told myself a story. I got mad at our cat. I felt irritated, overwhelmed, alone. All before I even knew the whole truth.

That’s what shadow work reveals: How quickly we assign meaning. How fast we react before we understand. How often we forget to pause and ask, “What’s really happening here?”

The mess wasn’t just on the floor. It was in the story I told myself. And the gift?
It was the chance to rewrite it.
To choose compassion.
To choose curiosity.
To choose a deeper truth.

11/04/2025

“The First Embrace Was Mine”

My body had been whispering for years.
Not in words, but in pulses.
In tightness behind my ribs.
In the ache that wrapped around my temples like a crown of thorns.
In the nausea that rose when I smiled too long, too wide, too falsely.

It wasn’t trying to betray me.
It was trying to bring me home.

Every vibration in my chest was a drumbeat:
You’re not safe here.
You’re holding too much.
You don’t have to.

But I didn’t know how to listen.
I thought control was strength.
I thought silence was grace.
I thought being “capable” meant being untouched by need.
Until the wave came.
And I didn’t fight it.
I didn’t override it.
I let it move through me like a storm that had waited years for permission.

And in that moment; before anyone arrived, before anyone held me, I held myself.
I had to learn to trust myself
And know that I wouldn't abandon me AGAIN and AGAIN.
I sat with the trembling.
I breathed into the nausea the immense vibrating inside my core. I placed my hand on my own heart and whispered,
I’m here.
I see you.
I won’t leave.

That was the first embrace.
The one that mattered most otherwise I wouldn't have been able to let go of control.
The one that rewrote the story.

My body wasn’t broken.
It was brilliant.
It had been speaking all along.
And now, I was finally listening.

Shadow work isn’t pretty.
It’s powerful. It’s the reckoning.
And it’s the most loving thing I’ve ever done for myself.

This is the most loving thing you’ll ever do for yourself.
And I’ll walk with you as you learn to walk with yourself.

11/03/2025

This is something I’ve never shared publicly.

In 2017, I was diagnosed with atypical migraines and pseudo-dementia—my body’s way of saying, “I can’t hold this anymore.” Years of chronic stress, decades of trauma, and emotional suppression had caught up with me.

I used to have panic attacks so intense I’d drive myself to the ER in a dissociated state.
One time, the nurse couldn’t find me. I had wandered into a janitor’s closet and sat there, completely unaware of where I was. That was the only place my body could finally let go, just a little.

Back then, I was so focused on being “in control” that I couldn’t even allow myself to fall apart because how would I ever pick up the pieces for my kids. I had to be "strong" for them.
I'm all they had.

But something shifted recently.

I felt a panic attack coming on my heart and stomach vibrating last week, my chest tight, my solar plexus pulsing.
I could feel it building all week.
This feeling that I never thought would pass.
But this time, I didn’t fight it.
I didn’t label it “bad.”
I didn’t override it.

I named the unseen.
I heard the language of my shadow screaming what my unconscious mind couldn’t say.
I reclaimed my fragmented self.
I was in a state of survival,
and I’ve been shedding those layers ever since.
My panic wasn’t regression. It was reunion.
A sacred remembering.

I rewrote the narrative. I made it into a different story,

One where my body is wise, not broken.

One where anxiety isn’t a flaw, but a signal.

One where I trust that my body knows what to do.

People label panic attacks as “bad.”

But what if they’re just information? What if they’re sacred messengers, showing us what needs to be integrated, what’s ready to be released?

When I texted my husband "please come home, I need you"—who was out with friends—he came home, barely got his shoes off, and just held me.
And I let him.
I let someone see me in that space.
Especially someone I want to see me as
the most capable.
Not polished.
Not “capable.”
Just real.

And you know what?
The anxiety left.
That tight terrifying feeling.
It hasn’t come back.
Because I didn’t suppress it.
I released it.
I let my body do what it knew how to do.
It wasn't mine to hold.
It was projection and protection; that I held on to that kept me safe at the time.
OLD news.

This is what healing looks like now:

Not perfection.
Presence.

Not control.
Trust.

I feel more at home in my body than I have in decades.
And that feeling? That remembering?
That’s what freedom tastes like.
That’s what home feels like.

11/03/2025

I’m not chasing perfection anymore. I’m learning.

Every. Single. Day.

And today, I learned something big:

My peace does not depend on anyone else’s behavior.

Not my husband’s.

Not my children’s.

Not the world’s.

It’s mine. It lives in my body. And I get to choose it even when things feel messy, loud, or unsteady.

Also… this whole “patience is a virtue” thing? It doesn’t hold up for me. I’m not here to wait quietly while my nervous system screams. I’m not here to be polite while my soul begs for truth.

I think the word we’re actually looking for is TRUST.

TRUST that the universe has us without asking to shrink, silence, or wait.

TRUST that our triggers are teachers.

TRUST that our healing is unfolding.

TRUST in our boundaries.

But patience?
Patience that asks us to sit still while our life passes us by?

No thank you.

I’m not perfect. I’m present. I’m not patient. I’m paying attention.

10/24/2025

✨ New Poster, New Portal ✨

I’ve just placed a visual love letter to my work inside the building a glimpse into what Stone & Vine Design is all about.

If you’ve been feeling the pull toward deeper healing, soulful space transformation, or shadow work that honors your wholeness… this is your invitation.

🌿 Holistic Interior Design
🖤 Master Shadow Work Coaching
🔮 Intuitive Guidance

Your space is sacred. Your story is medicine. Come as you are.
Leave as more of yourself.

📍 Located at
8112 State Route 12 Suite 4
Barneveld, NY 13304
Text/Call (315) 765-1699
📧 corinne@stoneandvinedesign.com
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10/03/2025

✨ Feminine leadership is rising ✨

Meeting like minded souls who only want authenticity, intuition, and collaboration leading their way. The future is bright when we step into our power

Tonight was especially inspirational. I witnessed the common thread among business owners, a shared desire to help people and to curate offerings that truly are quality driven and pure.

This is the new normal I’m excited about, where feminine leadership and heart-centered vision guide the way forward. Grateful to be part of a community of incredible women forging paths where none existed before, and to walk into a future that feels bright and expansive together. 🌸💫

Here’s to leading with heart, and to what’s coming next. 👏👏

The old rules of scarcity and competition no longer hold power here.

It isn’t endless hustle, rigid hierarchies, or competing for scraps.

It’s shared power. It’s collaboration. It’s intuition guiding strategy.

We’ve been told the lie of scarcity long enough. That game is over.

The new paradigm is feminine-led.
It’s spacious.
It’s creative.
It’s disruptive in the best way.

This isn’t something you measure on a spreadsheet — you feel it.

The resonance in the room.

The synchronicities that line up when we move in alignment.

The clarity that comes when we act from intuition instead of fear.

Some will say it isn’t “real.”
But this is the highest truth.
And it’s already happening.

What happened in this room was more than power - it was magic. 🪄

10/01/2025

🌑✨ You Can’t Unknow What Your Soul Reveals ✨🌑

When the subconscious becomes conscious, something irreversible happens. You can’t unknow it. You can’t unsee it. And no one can take that truth away from you.

You may read something that resonates. You may hear wisdom that feels familiar. But integration doesn’t happen through intellect alone. It happens when you trace the thread to its root. To the wound, the belief, the moment your system learned to protect you.

That’s where the real work begins. Not in knowing, but in healing. Not in collecting insight, but in metabolizing it.

Shadow work isn’t just about awareness. It’s about alchemy. It’s about holding the part of you that flinches, freezes, or flees and asking it what it needs to feel safe.

Because freedom doesn’t come from knowing more. It comes from becoming whole.

And once you’ve seen yourself clearly, You’ll never settle for anything less than truth.