Grey Matters
Why I Am Here
People will eventually ask why I create the things I do. Why the forests?Why the lanterns?Why the gold-filled cracks?Why so many reminders to rest, to hope, to begin again? The...
Why I Am Here
People will eventually ask why I create the things I do. Why the forests?Why the lanterns?Why the gold-filled cracks?Why so many reminders to rest, to hope, to begin again? The...
Midnight's Muse with raven hair
For weeks, my sleep-deprived brain kept replaying rhymes in my head. It would come one line at a time, then one section. I tried in vain to ignore it. Nope!...
Midnight's Muse with raven hair
For weeks, my sleep-deprived brain kept replaying rhymes in my head. It would come one line at a time, then one section. I tried in vain to ignore it. Nope!...
The Moon Letter Is Here: July's Almanac of the ...
A new little ritual from beneath the Dreaming Tree — July's Moon Letter, an almanac for a month of slow growth and quiet tending.
The Moon Letter Is Here: July's Almanac of the ...
A new little ritual from beneath the Dreaming Tree — July's Moon Letter, an almanac for a month of slow growth and quiet tending.
Under the Strawberry Moon 🍓🌕
This week, the sky hands us something sweet. On the night of June 29th, June's full moon rises — the one the old almanacs call the Strawberry Moon. And here's...
Under the Strawberry Moon 🍓🌕
This week, the sky hands us something sweet. On the night of June 29th, June's full moon rises — the one the old almanacs call the Strawberry Moon. And here's...
More Than You Know — A Song for Spoonies
This song started as a poem. Just fragments at first—lines scribbled here and there while I tried to make sense of the grief, the anger, and the confusion that come...
More Than You Know — A Song for Spoonies
This song started as a poem. Just fragments at first—lines scribbled here and there while I tried to make sense of the grief, the anger, and the confusion that come...
The Season Changes Before We Catch Up
Imbolc isn’t spring—it’s the ember. The world starts changing before it looks changed, and if you feel behind right now, this season is your reminder: you’re allowed to arrive slowly.
The Season Changes Before We Catch Up
Imbolc isn’t spring—it’s the ember. The world starts changing before it looks changed, and if you feel behind right now, this season is your reminder: you’re allowed to arrive slowly.