I love the silence and stillness of a snow covered forest. It creates space for a pause, for permission to turn inward and wade around in the void for a while. It pulls me away from screens and busyness and out of my head and gets me back into my own supple body, and into…
to my own heart; a love letter
My dear heart, you need tending. I am grateful for your resilience and your patience, for your unwavering presence in the chest of my soul through all that you have endured. I vow my devotion to you now… to listen to you, to trust you, to set you free. I will forgive myself for letting…
take up space
There is a form of violence that we commit against ourselves when we make the quest for personal growth a mission to ‘heal’ from our own perceived inherent flaws, which is essentially our own humanness. A mission to annihilate any parts of who we are that are hiding in the shadows, and shape-shift into a version of…
of earth and sky
my spirit lives in a house made of earth and sky there are butterflies in my eyelashes stars in my eyes rose petals line my lips I dress my body with moonlight my spine is stacked with the bones of my ancestors a warm breeze carries prayers from my mouth to the divine a thousand…
the body’s reciprocity
I’ve had a rough couple of weeks… I’ve been stressed, depleted, triggered, sleep is eluding me, I’ve had one too many frozen pizzas for dinner. My body hurts. My mind is busy. I’m anxious. I’m discouraged by the state of the world. I’m simultaneously bored and overstimulated. I don’t know what to do about anything in…
chasing the muse
Creativity can be a fickle and elusive lover. The passion ebbs and flows like the tides, it cycles like the moon, it can go into deep hibernation in the shadows. She does not want to be pursued or chased; she is not prey to a stalking predator. She does not fall for cheap tricks or…
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This last trip around the sun has been one of reclamation and journeying deeper into self. One of the most potent lessons was leaning into the embodiment of resilience. I am under no illusion that I am ‘healed’, that there are not still wounds to tend, lessons to be learned, risks to be taken, blindspots…
the gifts of grief
If you told me two years ago that having my heart broken would take me home to myself – and help me start to fall in love with myself – I would have laughed. And by laughed, I mean that crazy, confusing kind of laugh that makes you want to avoid eye contact and back…
the masks we wear
Coming to a place of wholeness within yourself requires a complete undoing. That may sound counter-intuitive, but there is a lot of nonsense and programming that needs to be identified and dismantled before you can even catch a glimpse of your true, shiny self… lots of dust will need to settle before the lungs of your soul…
of earth & sky 