Stagnant energy filled her soul. Exhaustion permeating ever bone in her body. Day after day, all the same. She was frazzled. That’s the best word to describe it. Anxiety and emotional turmoil finally beat her down so that she frayed at the edges. It had a name. As with any demon, knowing it’s name gave … More The demon frazzle
Exhaustion plagued every moment. She slept but was greeted with her mind’s twisted visions. On awakening, she never felt awake. She struggled through each day, being constantly pushed back into the grips of exhaustion. She was so tired. When would it get better? The loneliness had it’s claws around her. No matter how hard she … More Fighting destiny, letting life happen on life’s terms
My tarot journey began in August and has been a transformative one thus far. Today I’m going to share a little about my current practices and my week to come. I start each morning off with a single card pull, asking the deck what it needs to show me today. I record this card in … More Death and Rebirth, a week of transformation is coming
A year ago her life felt hopeless. She was lost, adrift at sea. Today she has conquered many fears, faced her past, and branched out. She faces new challenges as mountains to climb. Hard work, yes, but the high of reaching the summit pushes her forward. She can and will conquer all challenges.
She felt a change coming. The world around felt off balance. Something big was coming. The energy in her wasn’t flowing, dammed up pools of swirling energy waiting to be set free. Now was a time of rest, she’d need her strength for what was to come next. She wouldn’t pretend to know what that … More When the dams break
One year. One year of choices made. One year of growing up, of radical change, of heartbreak, of joy, of newfound friendship, new family, new everything. They said no major changes in the first year, but she changed it all. She became The Girl again. She found her voice. She found her freedom. It had … More She was a force of nature— Reflecting on one year of sobriety and finding herself again
The girl was raised in a loosely Christian household. She went to church with her family as a child, went to Sunday school, participated in Christmas plays, and prayed. She never felt hate in her childhood church, and to this day, this church holds a special place in her heart. She sold painted rocks to … More Wait– I get to decide what I believe? A journey to spirituality and freedom.