Now, I am sure you all know me well enough to know, I am all about the love. But as Valentines day creep nearer, I get a feeling of irritation, bordering annoyance. Valentine’s Day often feels like a celebration designed for couples, filled with hearts, chocolates, and endless declarations of love and marriage proposals. But, what if the day stirs feelings of loneliness, frustration, or inadequacy? What if you don’t fit into that mold? That’s where Anti Valentine’s Day steps

What happens when an old wound is touched and how to make yourself feel better Recently, while speaking with someone I hadn't met before, I felt something sting in my solar plexus. A tightening. A soft sickness. My body spoke to me before my brain caught up. Later, during the conversation, I learned they are close with someone who once hurt me deeply. Someone I loved, someone I was close to. U ntil the door to our relationship was suddenly closed. I know now how that this

"🎶🎤On the first day of Christmas, the lost days gave to me, A thinning veil of liminality. 🎤🎶 A few of you have messaged and asked “What are Omen cards?” Well here is my understanding. For much of human history, time was kept by the Moon, naturally. The thirrteen lunar cycles shaped our year, each one measured by the waxing and waning of grandmother moons light. Makes sense right? Our bodies, understand this rhythm. Especially us women, with the ebb and flow of our

Hello beautiful people, How are you doing? Here we are again that time of year where expectations are put upon us. From left right and center! From buying gifts to attending family gatherings, and works doo's. I wanted to share a little muse-ing with you, especially if you’re navigating the pain and confusion of a passive-aggressive family member, friend or work colleague, and dreading the party or gathering because of them. You know the type I mean. The one who is friend

There was a Christmas once when I had no home. No tree glowing in the corner, no warm kitchen humming with the smell of spices or a dinner cooking, no soft bed to curl back into after the world got too much. Instead, I carried everything I owned in a couple of bags, moving from one borrowed space to the next, trying to stay invisible to keep safe in the small hours, trying to stay brave. The nights were the hardest. There is a quiet that only winter knows — the loneliness

There comes a time in a woman’s life, often somewhere around our sixties, when the world seems to start looking past us. We are no longer the ones people invite on wild weekends or impulsive adventures. The phone rings less for holidays or family gatherings. And sometimes, it’s not strangers who forget us, it’s our own grown-up children, our daughters, our sons, the ones we once carried, nurtured, and poured our whole hearts into. It can hurt. Really hurt. There’s a deep, q

As Samhain, Calan Gaeaf, Halloween or whatever you know it by approaches. I always feel a little doleful. I have had a thoughtful few weeks as I prepare to slow down for winter. This time of the year always brings to my mind, those that are no longer here with me. And as I get older, they become too many to mention. I know some of you will remember the stories of an elderly couple I used to care for. I was blessed to have had them in my life, for over 20 years. Their names,