writing
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I finally found the container. For a long time, I thought I was supposed to write a book. I kept trying to gather everything I am into something finished and complete — my art, my poetry, healing work, everyday wisdom, spirituality, motherhood, grief, joy, creativity. Every time I tried to shape it into a book,…
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For years, I handed over my words to platforms that profited from them. I poured myself into pages—memoir, poetry, rituals—and in return, I received pennies while corporations reaped the reward. It didn’t feel right. It didn’t feel sacred. So I made a choice: to bring my work home. To stop giving my power away, and…
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An Invitation from the Edge of Becoming To tell you that the journey I’m about to step foot into doesn’t scare me would be a lie. I am terrified.But I’m doing it anyway. If life has taught me anything, it’s this:Fear is the biggest liar we know.We create stories in our mind to protect the…
