About

Inner writing is a unique kind of blessing.
This is a medium where I close my eyes and let myself flow.
I am not concerned with the audience.
I am not interested in performing, editing, or making sense.

I am sure of it...there will be word salads.
I am sure of it...I’ll be in on the joke,
the one that embarrasses me into the reveal:
I am a human who doesn’t know the core of my being.

It goes deeper,
to allow this inner life-force energy to guide me
into this terrain of spirit-made learnings.

I don’t have time to doubt or take back my words,
because I am the vessel,
not the wordsmith.

There’s a version of me that’s reluctant to call herself a writer.
Instead, I’m a writer between jobs. Lol.

The job of being a curious listener of silence, of attunement.
The job of polarity: seeing and witnessing
the contrast of frequencies, emotions, and thought forms
if I am available to meet it.

So, if I were to write an about me...
This isn’t about me at all.

This is about the liminal spaces.
The thresholds.
The language of real time mingling with divine insight.

Everything being channeled right now isn’t about me.
...it’s about trusting the process that’s bigger than me.
And the soul power that lies within us whenever we doubt...

We doubt our magic.
We fear the mystery.
We intellectualize the myths we make,
without ever experimenting with the messy parts,
the parts that want to remind us: we are potent.
We are deeply interesting.
We are intuitively wired to know our own creative magic.

I honor the messy.
The blocks.
The perfectionist crutch.
I honor the mask that protects,
and the heart that aches to know God, Goddess, Source, the Mystery.

I passionately believe in your potential.
And I hope this reaches you in ways
that speak to your dear soul:
the one that channels and remembers
the buried treasures hiding inside you
are powerful.

This space is a permission slip. To remember. To trust. To let the creative process create you. To write what writes you.