Finding home in the space between the surface and the deep. The Siren has been an archetype that I've been dancing with for a while. More recently, I've been trying to embody her not as a myth of seduction, but as a master of the depths. She doesn't fear the deep water because she knows… Continue reading Power 1: Power in Depth
Yesterday, an ICE agent shot and killed a 37-year-old woman. And before anyone rushes to frame this as a shocking escalation, I want to say this plainly: This isn’t new violence.What’s new is the size of the audience. Black and brown communities have been living inside this reality for generations. They didn’t wake up yesterday… Continue reading It isn’t Escalation. It’s Exposure
How many of us spend our lives searching for our One Big Purpose? Probably most of us. We want to matter. We want to belong. We want to know that when we are gone, something of us remains. Someone once told me that people try to ensure this in one of two ways. They have… Continue reading One Big Purpose
There are seasons when life removes the illusion of control, when the scaffolding that holds your sense of safety simply disappears. You think you’re doing well, managing everything, staying grounded… until something shifts beneath you and your nervous system tells the truth your mind won’t say out loud. Recently my foundation disappeared. My home, the… Continue reading When the Ground Gives Way
Perhaps the worst lie we ever toldwas that America was the land of opportunity. That if you came,if you worked,if you did your best,it didn’t matter who you wereor where you came from.You could be anything. I wanted to believe that story.We all did.It was stitched into every anthem,every flag in our childhood classrooms,every promise… Continue reading The Land of Lies
The ugliness isn’t new.It just sat in corners,under wraps —racism simmering beneath the surface,homophobia,transphobia,xenophobia... people aching to other their neighbors,to write fear and discomfort into law. History we thought was behind usis hanging Black men from trees again.Women bleeding out in parking lots,denied carebecause compassion’s been made illegal. People online cheering for brutalityagainst their neighborsbecause… Continue reading The Ugliness Isn’t New: It’s Just Louder Now
I never thought we’d fall. But now I can’t help but see the small, seemingly harmless ways we’ve given up our freedommanipulated to do what’s right, practical, and safe. I remember 9/11. Listening to the news on the radio. Numb.Certain it had to be a misunderstanding.It couldn’t happen here. I was a college student, wandering… Continue reading Fear and Freedom
My grandmother raised my dad and his brother in the 1950 and 1960s. She wasn’t educated and couldn’t drive. At that time women had few rights. She couldn’t get a bank loan, a credit card, or a mortgage without a male co-signer. My grandfather, her husband, was not a kind man. He was abusive, a… Continue reading What My Grandmother Knew
Sometimes it feels like the universe is giving your heart pop quizzes. You meet someone. You feel a flicker... something promising, alive, tender.You open, maybe cautiously, maybe even a smidgen braver than usual.And just when you start to wonder, “Could this be something?” It stalls.There's silence.A shift.An unanswered message.An echo where presence used to be.… Continue reading You’re Not Being Tested. You’re Being Prepared.
Healing creates a presence that becomes a mirror.Not because you’re trying to reflect anything back, but because your energy now speaks with clarity. Softness. Truth.And not everyone is ready for that. When you’ve done the work—when you’ve integrated, softened, set boundaries with love—you begin to carry an energetic frequency that quietly filters.You don’t even need… Continue reading When Your Energy Becomes a Mirror
