The Liminal Breath Before Flight | Honoring the Woman Who Carried Me Here
On the eve of a Solar Eclipse, a quiet visit to a butterfly conservatory became a meditation on liminal space, healing, and emergence. Witnessing a butterfly suspended between chrysalis and sky mirrored a deeply personal threshold; honoring the woman who carried me through years of shedding while learning to trust the sacred pause before flight.
2 days ago4 min read
Just Be Human: On Illness, Reckoning, and the Quiet Art of Staying
Written from inside a pause, this is a letter about illness, endurance, and the moment the body finally draws a line. It traces how diagnosis, grief, art, and song converged to teach me that becoming does not always require rising. Sometimes it simply asks us to stay, listen, and allow ourselves to be shaped.
Feb 55 min read
At the Threshold of What Comes Next: Where Authority Returns to the Self
Turning points rarely arrive with clean lines or obvious markers. The most consequential shifts build slowly, like pressure systems in the body and the world, long before they can be named. In this reflection, I explore how recent planetary transits mirrored a deeper reckoning with power, identity, and authorship, both personally and collectively. As old structures dissolve and mental certainty thins, sovereignty emerges not as an abstract ideal, but as a lived necessity.
Jan 216 min read
