The Siren was never just a warning story. She has always been a symbol of voice, presence, autonomy, and the parts of ourselves we were taught to soften to remain acceptable. Reclaiming Your Siren Song is my first interactive digital workbook, created for anyone ready to stop shrinking and return to themselves.
What if contentment isn’t the end of ambition, but the beginning of presence? A reflective essay on awareness, sensitivity, and what we notice when we can no longer disappear into distraction.
Today I am 48, and I no longer feel like I am becoming someone new so much as returning to myself. This is a reflection on memory, identity, and the many versions of who we become before we learn how to come home again.
(c) Manchester City Galleries; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation I first encountered the Siren when reading The Odyssey. In that epic tale, she is portrayed as an alluring, powerful, mermaid-like creature whose voice lures men to their doom. They can't resist her, even though her island is surrounded by the bones of her previous… Continue reading What the Siren Symbolizes
Is it magic, or is it neuroscience? From modern spell work and prayer to manifestation and quantum physics, humans have always tried to understand the power of thought. Does what you believe change your reality, or is it just hope?
The Open Circle This morning, I noticed a bumper sticker on a truck. The kind you can spot from a distance: lifted, oversized tires, the whole aesthetic dialed all the way up. The sticker itself was exactly what you might expect. A bold American flag. A familiar phrase stretched across it: “We the People.” I… Continue reading We the People
Looking toward May, I can’t help but anticipate a tending. Coming from the space I’ve been occupying,the fallow, the seed planted,I find myself asking what this asks of me next. When I think of the seed, there isn’t a sudden bloom.No clear moment where everything shifts into color. Not yet. If April was the seed,quietly… Continue reading May: The Tending
As we get closer and closer to warmer months, I find myself craving classic Cowboy Caviar. I’m a fan of anything scoopable, crunchy, and chip-worthy, but I’ve learned that if I want it to actually hold me over, it needs more than just beans and veggies. So this version became a hybrid: part cowboy caviar,… Continue reading Southwest Chicken Cowboy Caviar
April has been quieter and softer than I expected. Not in the same way as before, not like January's subtle adjustments, the pause that holds its breath. Not like February's cleansing and stillness that waits for something to begin. This is a different kind. It's the kind of quiet where something has already begun, something… Continue reading April: The Seed
When do I turn brand new?Does it happen all at oncepoof, she’s gone,like the flick of a magician’s wand? Or is it gradual,unnoticeduntil one day you look backand see the distance? Like staying with my auntwho lives next to the freewaythe first night,the roar is all I hear.It rattles the glass.Then one day,I realizeI don’t… Continue reading When Do I Turn Brand New
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