“It’s hard to put into words, isn’t it?” Gabriel gently offered, reading my energy, knowing I’d been intending to write about our story for over a week and was struggling to find the right threads to follow. I hadn’t said a word about what was moving inside me. He simply knew because he knows me (and parts of me) so well after all these years. I melted into soft tears, just letting him in. Letting us in. Even after all these years of loving each other, separating, returning,

There was a time when I proudly called myself a Seeker. It felt like belonging to a secret club that only the awakened had access to. Seeking felt sacred, alive, and very necessary in order to help me move out of the ordinary and the Matrix too. I was hungry for truth about the Divine, about myself as a soul, and about how to live my life more “spiritually”. I read books, so many books… attended workshops, explored different spiritual teachings, followed synchronicities, lon

39 today. 39… I feel both like I’ve crossed a threshold and like I’m standing at a precipice too. As I take in the photo of me from 2016, my arms outstretched, turning away from the camera, and contrast it with the recent photo me in a similar posture, but with my face more fully visible, I feel the journey of this past decade and where it brought me. I feel my feminine embodiment deepening, my service-of-love self blooming, my Lover stepping out into the sun. I feel the effo

There was once a time when I was the youngest person in a room of awakening souls. Parts of me wanted so badly to reach beyond who they were, to transcend “young-ness.” To show I was an old soul, someone worthy of an extraordinary life. A woman who could come into leadership of others in a New Earth kind of way. I was special in a special kind of way. That’s what parts of me wanted the world to know. When I reflect on the journey I’ve had, especially over the last 15 years, I

This bittersweet trust fall… The exit portal welcomed you, And it felt like being swallowed. Letting goes are intertwined With letting in, Weaving their threads Through your consciousness. The release of what was misaligned, Messy at best in its process, Continues to thrum, The drumbeat pulsing As it calls your soul forward Into the unknown. Beloved, The forest, thick with trees, Still welcomes light to enter And illuminate the hidden places. Lost you are not, Especially in s

Beltane Sacred Romance (Inside and Out and With the Divine Beloved) Activation 🔥 ~ Beloved that you are, When the smoke clears on life’s regulating ways and gives way to the undulating meadows of new love’s first spring, there I’ll be standing in the light of the sun shining above me, firm in the ground I walk on yet lightly walking toward your ready stance, singing a song we will both remember. In Beltane’s past, my love we dined and danced and brought together our intertwi

The first 24hrs or so after feeling a new part, or even going deeper with a more familiar one, are always pretty tender, sensitive, and alive for me. ❤️‍🩹 There’s love and joy to be connecting with them and yet, for them, they can feel quite naked. They’re sometimes an open sore, very raw, in need of air and of comfort, but also of deep feeling. They’re suddenly receiving what they’ve always needed but not necessarily realized they wanted more than anything else… to be met.

By Kasha Rosa On the edge of this Equinox, I’m feeling a part of me that cares so deeply… she tends to forget herself. She wants to help, to soothe, to make things better for everyone she touches. Animals, people, the world. Sometimes this is about a feeling she has that she’s making up for some gap between being more self-oriented, albeit in a self-punishing way mostly, for years. Yet more and more the genuineness of her care is shining brightly. Yet, when she’s tired, overw

By Kasha Rosa The anniversary of our wedding day was last week, on March 9th. The day we decided would be OUR day to celebrate and let in all that we had together at another level. We let go of each other again not very long after that day in 2019. It was as if we peaked and then the fall from that height involved falling away from each other. Several years later, we reunited again in romance. Letting go into what was still there... then, letting go of it all once more, feel

by Kasha Rosa Oh, these threshold times… Imbolc, every year, carries significance for me and my soul. It holds me through a time of shifting foundations in my heart and in my life. It signals an entrance into a kind of birth canal, welcoming me to make space for all there is to feel as the contractions intensify in moments and soften in others. There is usually some doorway to grief alive for me at this time of year. Lately, it has been the loss of a meaningful relationship i

As I put 2025 to rest, I feel what different frequencies asked of me this year. Gentleness asked for greater openings in my heart, and a place to nestle into my dynamic soul. Protectiveness and defence asked for validation, and the grace to breathe again without being so activated. The feminine within asked me to bring more harmony into my approach to life, my inhabitation of my body, my way of singing my soul and the souls of others into the present, where healing is possibl

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

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🌿 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...