If July was arrival, August asks me to notice where I still hold myself back. The Eight of Swords is a mirror of my mind...its loops, its tangles, its rehearsed doubts.Not an external prison, but the invisible walls of belief. The card shows a woman bound and blindfolded,but if she took a breath and stepped… Continue reading August: Interference
This is Mira’s story — part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) 🎧 Listen while you read: "The Archer" By Taylor SwiftFor the tender tension of wanting to be seen and fearing you’re too much. https://open.spotify.com/track/3pHkh7d0lzM2AldUtz2x37?si=8f0f63e91c9c4870 Mira’s Story: The Difference is ThisWhere her body remembered… Continue reading Chapter Eleven: The Difference is This
This is Mira’s story—part fiction, part reflection, wholly honest.(Each chapter will end with a note from her writing, signed as your trusted friend.) Mira's Story: The Ache of AlmostFor the almosts that hollow and hold. Proof that you're still willing to hope. The trip wasn’t meant to be anything profound. Just a birthday getaway for… Continue reading Chapter Three: The Ache of Almost
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
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
Confessions of a Late Bloomer Part 16 I used to think desire meant surrender.That if you felt the heat, you had to follow it.That wanting someone meant saying yes with your body,even when your heart hadn't caught up. I’ve learned better. These days, I’m no longer rushing toward the spark without checking where it leads.I’m… Continue reading Wanting Without Losing Myself
May: The Month of the Blossom If April asked me to trust the silence,May asks me to witness the bloom. This is the month of the blossom... radiant, alive, full of color and motion.Where last month was about tending to what lies beneath,this month is about celebrating what’s breaking through the surface. The seeds have… Continue reading May: The Surrendered Shift
