Winter Love

Winter Love by my Grandmother Judith Wilder Grandmother of Sirens, friend of Fae. She loved through poetry. Loved with the depths of the ocean she bathed in everyday. Half earth half water, found her grounding by the sea. Writing the words her depths contained, but decorum would not allow to utter from her lips. She…

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It’s been six years since I tried to take my own life.

A slave to my depression, completely out of touch with my body and soul, I could not see life through my pain. I share this with you now to show you, it does get better. That you can be consumed by darkness and shadowed thoughts, and still survive, and eventually thrive. I share this with…

Never lose your childish enthusiasm

“Never lose your childish enthusiasm, it’s the most important thing” this quote from ‘Under the Tuscan Sun’, always stuck with me. Deeply rooted medicine, as though the saying reverberated throughout my timeline, I felt a deep calling to root into my childish nature. With a constant pull into the dark depths of my soul, and…

I would fall in love with the idea of them.

Eternally attracted to the broken. An internal need to fix in them, what I could never fix within myself. Destined to see the best in people. An addict to potential, falling in love with who they could be, never with who they were. I would love them as my imagined ‘best version’ of themselves. And…

The truth of it is, that I’m tired.

There are days when I want to crawl back inside of myself, days where I want to close my eyes, see less, be less awake. Being in touch with my true calling, being in touch with the universe, can be exhausting. I always thought ‘spiritual awakenings’ would be all light and love, that frequent mediation…