Personal Growth

There’s a story we’re told about womanhood. One that centers motherhood as the ultimate purpose, the highest expression of the feminine. But what happens when your life doesn’t follow that script? This piece is for the women walking a quieter, equally meaningful path.

The cycle of the seasons is only one of the cycles that impacts us, we also go through our own inner seasons. We’re taught to look outward — to track our pace by the world around us. But you have your own seasons, written in your human experience. And sometimes? They don’t match the calendar.

For those of us walking a spiritual path, living with intention isn’t just a nice idea—it’s how we stay connected to what really matters. Li

I used to feel like my inner witch and inner yogi were two aspects of myself that had to stay in their seperate compartments. But the deeper

Sometimes I fall into the trap of false belonging. I become a shapeshifter, a chameleon, trying to blend in with whatever group I find myself in. It's a survival tactic, called "masking". Maybe you’ve been there too: surrounded by people who seem to have it all figured out, silently decoding their unspoken rules, trying to contort yourself into their mold. Sometimes you become so good at masking you forget where the facade ends and you begin. But if you have to cut off part

This is a story about how I went to Norway, -though it could have been anywhere- and returned home changed. This is a story that really isn't a story at all, but a recalling of moments. It’s about how mourning is not just about losing someone who’s died, but about carrying all our losses with us as we continue to live. 

I have always been drawn to the esoteric and the magical threads that weave through life. In my younger years, I was drawn to things like the fae, tarot cards, magic spells, and exploring small patches of woods in my neighborhood. Somewhere in my late teens and early 20s, I shut it all off. I focused on being “normal” and dismissed my earlier “childish” interests so I would fit in with the crowd. In doing so, I locked away my belief in magic and with it, any chance of true sp

What if choosing solitude, withdrawing, forgoing the societal masks and costumes, just doing less of everything in general, meant nothing is wrong with you and everything was right? What if we tell ourselves “something is wrong” and these conditions match the symptoms of x, y, z because we've been conditioned to believe that?