How is it already June? May was a gift. A beautiful tending. A tending of relationships. Of my heart. Of the things beneath the surface that required care. There were beautiful gifts, and disappointments too. Ones that asked me to sit with the sting while still recognizing what is already present and worthy of gratitude.… Continue reading June: Feminine Power
We are taught from childhood to smile through stress and insist we're “fine,” even when we’re falling apart inside. This personal reflection explores the quiet exhaustion of holding everything together, the unexpected relief of finally breaking down, and the small moment of human kindness that made it okay to not be okay.
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.
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?
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
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
In farming, there is a season where the land is left unsown. To anyone passing by, the field looks empty. Quiet. Even wasteful, especially when the sun is high and the growing season is in full swing. It can look like neglect. Like laziness. Like something is being missed. But that stillness isn’t absence. It’s… Continue reading The Fallow Season
