Exploring Transformation, Connection, and the Stories We Live By
Notes from the Edges of Everything: On women’s descent into the dark 3/7/24
Magic is the hum beneath everything. It is the goddess-stuff that calls us to more. It is not only in the light but in the chaos, in the underworld, in the moments when all feels lost. This is where transformation is born. Like Inanna, Persephone, and the Selkie Wife, we are never meant to navigate the descent alone. We hold the torch for one another. We excavate the ruins together.
A Note to Humanity: Reflections on the Illusion of Isolation
Daisies are my heartflower. I search for them everywhere—reminders of resilience in the mundane, proof that beauty isn’t solitary but communal. Once, I knelt before a daisy in the rain, believing myself to be alone. The sky was heavy, the world pared down to shades of black and white, as if grief itself had stripped the color away. But as I looked through my camera lens, it felt she knew she was being seen. And in that moment, I understood: I was not alone either.
Isolation is an illusion. We belong. Not as singular beings, but as multitudes, as part of a vast and living world. This multispecied, impossibly interconnected world is a companion, dissolving loneliness into something older, something wilder, something true.