All we needed came to us that Christmas in unexpected ways.
All we needed came to us that Christmas in unexpected ways.
I imagine I wouldn’t leave if I ever stepped into one in person. How could I abandon what has already changed me— what has built an inner sanctum from its very presence?
God never told anyone we must all shape square and sit down.
My need for love is holy.
Santa Muerte, Beautiful in Red She hands me a sickle all my own, small, handheld, meant for cutting cords.
I first met Santa Muerte when I felt Her presence around me, steady, maternal, and without judgment. From that moment, She has guided me through endings, healing, and transformation.
I live by honesty, which keeps me grounded in truth. I find choice in every situation and circumstance, trusting my ability to respond with intention. And always, I follow my heart.
I’ve learned it’s okay to let go of control and allow life to carry me forward.
Queen of Angels, crowned in stars.
Each room, the lights turned off. It’s habit—a faint closeness, my father’s lesson. I never told him God left them on all night for me.