Conversations by the Fire

Sisters… of the heart, of the blood, of the ancient remembering. We come as we are unyielded, unpolished, unmasked carrying our laughter like lanterns, our tears like the salt of the sea that shaped us all. There is no striving here. No need to tuck away the trembling part, the doubting part, the part that still believes she must earn her place. Here , every part is welcomed, every part belongs. We enter the circle like stepping into warm earth: barefoot, slow, letting the a

This morning I woke with an ache in my chest, a widening in my heart, and a hush in my bones. What a strange paradox we carry… to ache...

Moon goddess, tonight your face is red with shadow and fire. You ask me to sit with what I’d rather not see: the ache still moving in my...

Ah, the full moon. Sitting here in my new home, birds singing outside, the sun setting, the green of the trees all around. Slowing down....

Full Moon in Scorpio – May 12, 2025 The moon didn’t let me sleep last night. She called me down and in — into the places I’ve neatly...

I’m living in one place, and dreaming another into being. The walls around me are familiar— marked by years of memory and rhythm. And...

Lying on the sand, the sea breathing before me, I watched the mist roll in — soft, rose-tinted tendrils curling toward me from the...

I arrive— breath held, feet pausing at the threshold, young ones within me peeking out, eyes wide, hearts questioning: Will we be safe? Will we be seen? Will we belong?

In the hush between darkness and dawn, I step into the unseen. Black Tara, silent and vast, waits where the threshold hums with knowing....

Standing here, at the threshold— midpoint, cusp, inhale, exhale— light and dark folded into each other, the pull of what was, the whisper...

In the shadowed hush of moonlight's grace, I stand, bare and boundless, in night's embrace. Ketu's fingers, cool and keen, Trace the...

We meet them here, in the quiet moments— morning light caught in their lashes, feet still curled in sleep’s soft forgetting, the hush...

Am I the stories woven in whispers, echoes of a past self lingering like shadows in my bones? Am I the shape of others’ perceptions,...

In the quiet moments, I turn inward, embracing stillness, where whispers of truth rise from within. Holy flame, guide me, lend me the...

In the stillness where shadows sigh, A path unfolds beneath the sky. Soft winds whisper, the forest hums, A call to stillness—here it...

Beneath the rising Cancer moon, its silver light cradles my weary heart, and I feel the tides within— ancient, insistent, unrelenting....

Beneath the moon’s growing glow, The tides rise and fall within us, Whispering stories of care and home, Of waters we’ve traveled, and...

Beneath the velvet sky of the Capricorn New Moon, may you shed the burdens of what no longer serves, like old skin falling away to reveal...

In the stillness between what was and what will be, A breath rises, tender, infinite, free. The world spins louder, brighter, fast— But...