“I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, “Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know.””
I am still a mother, but something inside the archetype of Mother has ended. I am grieving the woman who created life within her womb while learning who I am when I no longer carry that possibility. Somewhere between Mother and Crone, I am discovering that Autumn itself may be…
Over the past year, my relationship with movies, television, music, and negative media has completely changed. As my spiritual awareness and sensitivity have increased, I find myself unable to tolerate violence, darkness, horror, and negativity the way I once could. Is this energetic intolerance, a frequency shift, or simply becoming…
Reading Italian Folk Magic by Rue’s Kitchen left me feeling surprisingly disconnected from my ancestral traditions. Then the Six of Pentacles and Knight of Pentacles appeared, followed by an extraordinary encounter with a mother quail and her brood. Together, they offered a powerful reminder about boundaries, discernment, nourishment, family, and…
Why I Don’t Have a Spiritual Altar Anymore – Reading about Italian folk magic has brought me face-to-face with ancestral traditions I recognize from my grandparents’ homes, yet home altars leave me completely unmoved. Why? I am exploring my relationship with sacred space, spirituality, ancestry, performance, and the realization that…
September arrives with a quiet invitation to surrender. Through tarot, oracle cards, the Harvest Moon, and the presence of the Divine Feminine, I explore what this new season is asking of me: to slow down, receive nourishment, release what no longer serves me, and trust the path unfolding before me.
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