I find my truth In feather and bone In the release and Surrender of jaw Softening of body Over heavenly green I hear the hoot Of the owl As I enter The hidden path Finding bones The left jaw of A rabbit On a stump I cross the threshold Stomach tightened As I ruminate And…

I set out this evening around sunset to engage in my nature trail ritual. My dog calmly stood beside me between the water oaks while I opened with qigong. I opened my arms up to the branches and admired how full of leaves they were. I noticed orange butterflies flying around each other in front…

This past week, I found myself living inside a myth—a series of experiences that unfolded like chapters in a story I didn’t know I was writing. Each moment felt symbolic, each encounter layered with meaning. As I reflect on these events, I see them as stages in the Hero’s Journey—a spiral of resurrection and self-discovery.…

On the night of the Blood Moon eclipse, I took a solo walk in the Maryland woods, carrying six tarot cards, six stones, and the weight of both memory and possibility. The path I chose was one I had walked before with my aunt—familiar, yet almost new again, like returning to family stories only to…