To the ones who are earnestly doing their work,

Heads down,

Hearts open,

Bleeding,

Writhing,

Grieving,

Changing.

And not necessarily talking about it,

And not necessarily posting about it.

How could they know?

Her face, Mother’s lap, 

Soft hands, her back.

Tears soaked, mascara stream.

Young love, broken dream.

Wave settles, breathing slows.

An opening comes, the Mother knows.

Breakup as Triumph

In February of this year, I went through a breakup from my partner of 3.5 years, who I lived with.

Pause.

Notice what comes up for you when you read that neutral statement.

What...

There is nothing radical about over-sexualizing The Goddess.

Oversexualizing the Goddess is a symptonm of patriarchy and colonialism, plain and simple.

“Goddess” culture and lifestyle in the new age...

Sometime in 2022...

The dark goddess loves a good death, because she loves a good birth.

The dark goddess took/takes me to hell to allow me to remember my Wholeness. ❤️‍🔥

She tapped me on ...

Rejection of the womb is rejection of Mother Earth. 

Perhaps the biggest threat of our time is the denial of the womb. 

When we deny the womb, we deny the natural order of things. We defy natural...

At the top of my lungs.

When the whisper becomes a scream,

I realize it has gone too long

Too long

Too long forgotten

Set aside

Avoided

Numbed

Ignored

Too far

Too extreme

Too loud

Too dist...

The one who knows.

This is a call to the one that knows. 

The one who listened to the subtle yearning in their heart seed for more, 

The one who realized that they are here to wake up. 

The one wh...

August 25, 2025

“What is a Waverley?”

A tribute to my dearest friend on her 35th birthday.

It’s something that is best experienced and almost impossible to capture in words.

And yet…

Waverl...