Tag: life

• September 4, 2025

  Let Me Count the Ways

  Firstly, I would like to give a big trigger warning for this post. Pretty much anything found on my site here could fall into the category of somewhere between religiously offensive and of a psychologically graphic nature due to my trauma dumping. Yes, I temporarily abandoned my blogging project here. No, this is not a…
• May 13, 2025

  Uruz

  Galdur is the art of singing the runes to activate them. This is a form of runic magic. Not being a Nordic reconstructionist, my interest in the occult began with finding a tarot deck. Maybe being an artist allows me to fabricate from abstractions, symbols, and random things. Sometimes when I enter the creative stream,…
• April 13, 2025

  Daughter of Phoebe

  Pulled from my body, through the ceiling, out the top of the roof, up into outer space, I found myself amongst stars, layers of translucent blankets, velvety black with night. Tiny diamonds lay scattered across the heavens, forgotten treasures from the ages. Below my feet was a chess board floating in space. I was standing…
• April 4, 2025

  Fight

  Somatic movement has become increasingly important to me over the years. As a person with a comorbidity of mental health diagnoses, CPTSD, MDD, and GAD, oftentimes my trauma doesn’t know where to go. This is true for most people who witness a traumatic or stressful event. Over-exhausted mental capacities. When thoughts have nowhere to go,…
• March 29, 2025

  On Sovereignty and Other Things

  This week has been a struggle, and I know I am not alone. My sciatica decided to flare up badly, but I am on the mend. After feeling like death just days ago, I didn’t think I had much creativity in me. I still managed to meet my 40,000-word writing goal, which is a great…
• March 14, 2025

  First Blog Post

  Celebrating Pi Day. Yay! One year ago today, with encouragement from my therapist back then, I made the decision to start writing again. I have dabbled on and off for years. When my kids were little, I was excited to find myself in contact with a literary agent. Of course, it went no further than…