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  • Yule Simmerpot: Honoring the return of the Light

    Yule Simmerpot: Honoring the return of the Light

    Yule marks the Winter Solstice  the longest night of the year  when the dark pauses, and the light begins its slow return. This isn’t about doing more. It’s about remembering. The simmer pot is one of the oldest ways to honor this turning of the wheel. As the scent rises, so does intention not forced, Continue reading

  • Season is not the only thing changing

    Season is not the only thing changing

    This shift in life hit different. Not because anything magical happened but because I did. I woke up and felt that click… that quiet, steady “enough is enough” rising in my chest. I’m entering this new birth year where I stop talking about becoming her and actually become her  the version of me who trains Continue reading

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  • Life lessons recap so far

    Life lessons recap so far

    No confetti, no crowd just me, my truth, and the sacred lessons life etched into my heart. Entering Level 50 is quiet, but it’s powerful. Continue reading

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  • Coming Home to Yourself

    There is a point where your heart start whispering louder than the world. When you realize you’ve been holding so much stories,emotions, half-felt things that need a place to land. That’s where journal therapy steps in. This isn’t about being “writer.” It’s not about pretty pages or perfect words. It’s about truth the kind that Continue reading

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  • When life demands more: Lessons from Veronika

    I recently finished reading Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho, and it left me sitting with myself in a way very few books ever have. On the surface, it’s a story about a young woman who attempts to end her life, but beneath the pages, it’s about something far deeper  the raw, terrifying, exhilarating Continue reading

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  • Access Denied

    Being true to myself means locking doors that once stood wide open  doors that let in anything disguised as concern, but were only vampires thirsting for my light. Access denied. I’m learning to change my face, to guard the sacred  me. They may search for the old version, but she’s gone. She gave until nothing Continue reading

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  • Return to Self

     I woke up before dawn with a thought I couldn’t shake how many parts of me I’ve silenced just to make someone else feel comfortable.  How many times I’ve swallowed my own light to be the version of “enough” someone else needed. It’s heartbreaking to admit how easy it was to disappear piece by piece. Continue reading

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