These reflections explore intuition, growth, tarot, and the slow work of becoming— the thoughts that live between poems.
My Center of Gravity
I remember the first time I truly noticed the moon. I was in California visiting my grandparents one summer when my dad showed up unannounced. For anyone who knows me, I was deeply attached to my dad — having him appear like that was everything. One evening we laid out on the lawn to watch…
Release — What My Guides Told Me About Unburdening My Spirit
There is a particular kind of exhaustion that lives in the spirit rather than the body. It doesn’t go away with sleep. It doesn’t lift with coffee or sunshine or a good conversation. It sits quietly beneath everything — a heaviness you carry so constantly you almost forget it’s there. I’ve been carrying that kind…
Where Poetry Meets Purpose — Midnight Garden at the Spring Makers Market
On May 9th I will do something I have never done before — sit behind a table, look someone in the eye, and hand them a piece of my soul. Midnight Garden will be available for purchase at the Spring Makers Market in Hillsboro, Oregon. And while I am equal parts excited and terrified about…