My ideals were ideas that made my heart throb, not beat. The ache did not have a real answer, for the “answer” kept himself elusive. The reaching for “him” overtook the reaching inward. The next “he” became a mark for my parts to aim for, no matter how much he bobbed and weaved, or fully ran. Then there were those who wanted to be the sacred ache’s “answer”, but fell short of the calling, for they could barely answer their own. Then I became the one who bobbed and weaved as t

It is the Christmas season once again. It can feel relentless in its energies of giving and getting, buying and selling, family obligations, holiday parties, and traditional food, whatever any of that may mean to you or to parts of you. Memories of love and loss come forward, childhood joy and sorrow, and an ingrained sense of what this time of year has meant to parts of you, for better or worse. It is also a time when there is genuine joy and love abounding, when Christ Cons

We come now to the final part of this series, released as the wheel of the year turns toward Samhain. The following is a transmission of Dark Mother’s energies… the core of the re-coding I’ve been offering these last few weeks. 💜 ⸻ I see Her. She is cloaked, yet Her hood is sliding down. She invites you to know Her better, beyond the victimhood narratives  and goddess war stories. Beyond the need for enemies. She has been called “Destroyer,” but what She truly offers  is so

She’s held me as I sobbed. Let me rage without judgment. Stayed when everything burned down. And helped me rise again. This is what it means to know the Dark Mother. And this is my story. 🕯 ⸻ In my own soul’s experience, Dark Mother is the death knell and the birthing pool. She heralds both endings and new beginnings. She invites us beyond victimhood and into our empowerment, always guiding us into our raw vulnerability and our deepest truths. So many times, She’s woken me u

This second part of this Dark Mother series takes us into the poetic truth of darkness, which is not punishment or absence of anything,...

As October opens, the veils begin to thin… and She approaches. This is the beginning of a devotional series I’ve written for Her, the...

Steady and warm, my sweet sacred masculine cat Oren lay in my lap this morning as I entered into Divine Father’s field. It’s like he knew...

🌿 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅… The parts of you who toil and create, and rarely rest unless...

Beltane marks a sacred midpoint in the wheel of the year — a time when sensuality, aliveness, and the dance between the Divine Feminine...

Feeling the Divine as Beloved today through Anders, my inner masculine… through the brush of his whiskers against my forehead as he...

𝙸𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙸’𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕.