I love how pain breaks way to relief, and how I grow and learn best in liminal spaces.
Tag: transformation
The Marked Moth
Mark it with a moth, and garner ancestral protection.
Devotion in Red
Santa Muerte, Beautiful in Red She hands me a sickle all my own, small, handheld, meant for cutting cords.
Walking with Her
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.
Refractions
I fought until surrender was all that was left. And now, I like it; it became my deepest desire—to swim.
The First Time I Truly Felt Grown
When I had my daughter, everything changed. My heart expanded to hold her at the center, and I became an alchemy of child and adult—learning to grow again while guiding her into the world.
Lit From Within
The fire that made her lingers beneath her ribs— an ember never dying, a heart forever lit from within.
The Writer as Exorcist
Writing is an exorcism.
Cedar and Feather
I curl up in our cedar nest, feathered and dreaming—washed in obsidian night, I fly to You, always.
Alchemical Inheritance
I carry my father still. His absence weighs— a ghost in my chest, sorrow and relief entwined, a delicate dance.
Jasmine on the Grave 