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
So often, we become reactive when we’re living in the unknown. The in-between, those spaces where clarity hasn’t yet arrived, can stir something deep in us. It’s in those moments that we reach for certainty. For answers. For something to hold. These feelings trigger our anxiety.And anxiety wants action.It wants to resolve the discomfort, to… Continue reading Lead from Love, Not Reaction
I didn't know that healing would feel less like a glow-up and more like a demolition site with great lighting. It’s sold to us as a tidy arc: breakdown, breakthrough, soft lighting, thriving. A before-and-after montage with just the right filter and a sudden yoga habit. But real healing? Real transformation? It’s messy. It’s confrontational.… Continue reading This Isn’t the Glow-Up They Promised
There’s power in naming what we want out loud.Even when it’s messy.Even when it feels like too much.Especially then. But I won’t pretend it’s easy.I’ve spoken my desire and watched everything fall apart.I’ve asked for more and have been met with endings.I’ve used my voice and then questioned if I should’ve stayed quiet. So for… Continue reading What I’m Learning About Wanting
She thought she was blooming late.She even called herself a late bloomer. But perhaps the most important realization is the one that lives deep in her bones now: She isn’t blooming late.She’s blooming exactly when she’s meant to. And right now, she’s waiting. Sitting in the pause. Holding space. Not rushing to grasp, clarify, define,… Continue reading A Love Letter to the Woman Who Waited
I thought I’d know who I was by now. And while I know myself more deeply than ever, there are still pieces of me shifting, reshaping, becoming. But maybe the most honest thing I can say is: I’m in the in-between. Not lost. Not broken. Not spiraling. But not fully arrived either. On the cusp,… Continue reading The Art of the In-Between
Some shifts arrive quietly, not with destruction, but with invitation. Not because something has broken, but because something deeper is asking to be born. Lately, I’ve felt a change in how I’m being asked to show up in the world, especially in relationships. Where I once felt most at home in my fire, in bold… Continue reading Bridging the Fire and Stillness
Sometimes we meet someone and feel a flicker of something we can't name.Not love, not friendship—yet—but recognition. A resonance that stirs the air between us. A pull that says, “Pay attention.” These early moments, where we feel a connection but don’t yet understand the why, are potent.They hold the power to awaken us. Not because… Continue reading When the Soul Remembers Before the Mind Understands
