A quiet collection of reflections on healing, becoming, and return
The Poetry
Spiritual Goddess
I’m a spiritual goddess— rooted and real. Talk to myself in truths I can feel. Speak life with words affirm and rise, even on cloudy days I chase the skies....
Spiritual Goddess
I’m a spiritual goddess— rooted and real. Talk to myself in truths I can feel. Speak life with words affirm and rise, even on cloudy days I chase the skies....
Enough
To be enough is to wake with wild edges and still call it beauty. To wear your name like royalty— bold in every syllable, and crown yourself queen before the...
Enough
To be enough is to wake with wild edges and still call it beauty. To wear your name like royalty— bold in every syllable, and crown yourself queen before the...
We Still Need You
Illness came like a thief in the midnight hush, took my family swift, silent— no need to rush. Cancer danced its wicked waltz through our line, from grandma’s prayers to...
We Still Need You
Illness came like a thief in the midnight hush, took my family swift, silent— no need to rush. Cancer danced its wicked waltz through our line, from grandma’s prayers to...
Greatest Gift
Nothing happens by coincidence— everything is by design. Each decision I make, each moment I define. Life does not simply unfold; it responds to me— to every action taken and...
Greatest Gift
Nothing happens by coincidence— everything is by design. Each decision I make, each moment I define. Life does not simply unfold; it responds to me— to every action taken and...
Angel Kisses
My birthmarks are angel kisses— soft seals from the other side. I carry two: one bold, one shy. Not blemishes, but cosmic signs. One stretches wide like wings in flight....
Angel Kisses
My birthmarks are angel kisses— soft seals from the other side. I carry two: one bold, one shy. Not blemishes, but cosmic signs. One stretches wide like wings in flight....
If I Were An Animal
If I were an animal, I might just be a bird— wings stretched wide, dippin’ through clouds, sippin’ on freedom like it’s my birthright. Flyin’ high past borders they build...
If I Were An Animal
If I were an animal, I might just be a bird— wings stretched wide, dippin’ through clouds, sippin’ on freedom like it’s my birthright. Flyin’ high past borders they build...