This is a question that occasionally wanders into the quiet corridors of my thoughts: Am I truly healed, or are my wounds just comfortably dormant? There is a certain kind of peace that comes with being alone. When no one is disappointing you, misunderstanding you, asking anything of you, or touching the places that still… Continue reading The Feeling is Real. The Story May Not Be.
When I revisit old writing, it’s like unearthing a time capsule. It has been a while since I last reflected on my gap-toothed smile and the little girl who thought she needed to fix it. My front gap was once large enough to fit a nickel and a dime pressed together. I know this because… Continue reading The Time Capsule: My Gap-Toothed Smile
I'm realizing how many preconceived ideas I have about relationships as I navigate dating again. For example, in my early dating experiences through my 30s, when I would meet someone where 'sparks' happened, there was always this almost instantaneous relationship that formed. Two people met who 'clicked', kissed, and looked for every opportunity to spend… Continue reading Dating After 40: Learning to Love the Space
What type of growth is happening when nothing appears to be changing? It doesn’t surprise me that my life feels slower and calmer now, and that that slow and calm has sometimes been confused with a state of not moving. They say calm after the chaos can feel boring. I think there is truth to… Continue reading What the Mud Grows
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.
(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
Sacred Rose Dear Blossoming Soul, This month has been a journey. I once thought this would be something I did alone, even while sharing it with others. I was proud of creating the Sacred Rose journal. This is my third year following the phases of the moon and the blooming rose as a way of… Continue reading Day 28: Waxing Gibbous in Leo
Sacred Rose Dear Blossoming Soul, How often do I shrug off a compliment without letting it land?Laugh it away.Deflect it with an awkward chuckle. Let discomfort decide for me. It is hard for me to receive. Compliments.Help.Love.Care. Because if I allow myself to believe they’ll stay, what happens when they don’t? What happens if I… Continue reading Day 27: Waxing Gibbous in Cancer
Sacred Rose Dear Blossoming Soul, How many things do I want that I don't let myself voice, let along think about. Why? Because if I accept these things, if I let them land, if I get used to them being here… what happens when they leave? What happens if I open my hands and they’re… Continue reading Day 26: Waxing Gibbous in Cancer
Sacred Rose Dear Blossoming Soul, I’m really good at keeping clutter. Not out in the open.It gets tucked into drawers and closets.Hidden in corners.Out of sight. My shared spaces need to look clean. Orderly. Put together.So the mess goes underground. I sweep things off the counter into a drawer.I shove them into a closet.I tell… Continue reading Day 25: Waxing Gibbous in Gemini
