DECEMBER 2025

Be the kind of woman people remember and say, “Wow, she’s fearless.”

She had always been fascinated by love,

by the mirror of the mystery that lived within her. In time, her soul became devoted to the beauty and power of love in its purest form, a love that has the power to awaken collective consciousness and inspired evolution.

Even so, genuine surrender can emerge only from the mutual and authentic desire of both partners, rooted in equality that truly supports their connection. Establishing this dynamic merely as a cultural trend is like walking backward in the dark.

Half the work of healing is seeing the wounds that run through most areas of our lives. What appears to be a simple journey proves to be nothing short of profoundly transformative and requires the courage to undertake fully.

Many mistake naivety for the light of truth unclouded by ego. The vision that moves through her is not her own; it is a whisper of the Divine, passing for but an instant. She is neither too much to hold nor too soft to be heard. Her sensitivity is not fragility but evidence of strength wrought in silence, shaped by the hidden battles of transmuting pain into beauty.

Humanity has mastered the practice of healing through shame, and each time we fall short. Perhaps that too has served a purpose—to show us what cannot lead us home. The more we turn away from ourselves the more we mistake our pain for failure, and the longer we remain bound to the cycle of suffering. We are being invited to rest in love itself. Our evolution begins not in the distorted love we were shown, but in the sacred remembrance of the love that lives within each of us. The kind of love that is intended to ignite the same remembering in another.

When children behave in ways that show they’re hurting, our response should not be more hurt; it should be an invitation to love.

Speaking your truth is your birthright.

Do you realize how brave it is to do what you are doing?

Healing is the holy return: the awakening of the soul, where the voice of the inner child is heard once more, and the forgotten spark rises at last to speak in the language of the stars.

Even as a little girl, I delighted in rattling the edges, reaching toward that which had no name. I did not know how or why—and still do not. And yet here I am, and here you are, moving through the unseen, stirring still waters, surrendering together to the tide that carries us toward the currents of destiny.

In such moments, we instinctively seek to evade the unbearable ache of feeling unworthy of these gifts, projecting our pain outward in whatever form we can.

Much of our suffering comes from the mistaken stories we tell ourselves as evidence of failure or unworthiness. In truth, they reveal our shared humanity.

Healing often begins not for ourselves, but for those we love, whose well-being and sense of worthiness are bound to our own.

When you learn to love yourself as deeply as you have loved others, your light no longer flickers but shines with the steady calm of the sun, making you a testament to the brilliant power of the Divine.

The small woman builds cages for everyone she knows. While the sage, who has to duck her head when the moon is low, keeps dropping keys all night to the beautiful rowdy prisoners.

Hafiz

A home isn’t measured by the width of its walls, the number of people who live under its roof, or the shape of the family it holds. Whether there are two parents or one matters far less than the love and laughter that lives within the walls. What matters is the haven waiting at the doorway, where our children return and at last feel the safety to lay down their armor the world has pressed upon them.

The gift lies in unburdening yourself of the heaviness. From that elevated vibration, all you attract multiplies into endless abundance.

It takes faith and courage to answer the call of your soul. And that’s why most people don’t do it. But you are not most people.

My father and I are more alike than I dare confess. The same wild current runs through our veins, a raw and sacred sovereignty that bends only to the voice of the divine within.

Writing, mothering, healing, loving, and contributing to the world are not mutually exclusive. When guided by priorities, balance becomes an art and a gentle act of devotion.

Many cling to the comforting illusion that an idyllic community can exist untouched by wrongdoing or shadow. Yet such a belief often stems from either naïveté or the willful denial of those who benefit from the illusion. The darkness we ignore has the power to unravel an entire community. A society can thrive only when it lovingly confronts its hidden shadows, brings them into the open with truth, and transforms them into love, liberation, and creative expression, even as we witness others crumble in denial.

With each ascent in consciousness and each step into a new timeline, the hidden shadows of shame and fear resurface, calling for your attention and compassion before the gifts of growth can unfold.

Our growth and contentment in this life is dependent on our willingness to tend to the looping stories that our nervous system keeps on repeat while bravely committing to our healing.

A woman devoted to healing generations of pain learns the sacred art of discernment—to hear the call of courage when it’s time to leave, and the whisper of wisdom when it’s time to stay. She alone carries the delicate knowing of when to step into freedom and when to remain in love.

The visionary artist who dances with their shadow and sits with the critic knows the secret of creation. Darkness is not to be feared but transformed by the wild, restless corners of the soul; it is from the spaces that cannot be caged that true creation finds its voice.

When you come for me, the conflict is no longer between you and me. It becomes a meeting point between my devotion to inner alignment and the shadow within you that longs to witness my fall. When that energy shows itself, the answer is simple: I rise into my alignment and release you to your own healing.

There is a sacred sanctuary within you, patiently waiting for your presence. Step inside daily as an act of devotion, a time to reflect, create, and restore your spirit through art, reading, meditation, or the calm of nature. These sacred moments support your wellness and healing, providing a space free from distraction to come home to yourself.

To my son,

There is a sacred place within your heart at the very center of your chest, a quiet sanctuary that belongs to you and the Creator alone.