Musings of a Priestess

The Flower Moon and the Things That Choose Us
The Flower Moon and the Things That Choose Us
Two quiet wonders met me on the hill last night—a cat who chose me, and a moon that revealed herself slowly through the trees. In their light, I was reminded... Read more...
Staying in; the Blood Moon without witness
Staying in; the Blood Moon without witness
The Blood moon didn't have nearly the effect on me that I was expecting. I felt... off. Like there was nothing there in the dark, red sky for me. Not... Read more...
Compost & Moonlight: A Quiet Resurrection
Compost & Moonlight: A Quiet Resurrection
There were parts of me that died this winter. Some I released easily. Others hurt deeply. But what amazes me about the human soul is that, like the earth, it renews.  Read more...
This one's for the girls
This one's for the girls
In this fiery love letter to women, I explore fear, power, and the real path to confidence. If you're ready to reclaim your space in the world, not with more... Read more...
Beneath the Wolf Moon
Beneath the Wolf Moon
As a mother bears down to birth her child, so too have I labored inwardly these past months... squeezed by last year’s serpent, shaken loose from everything that no longer... Read more...
Samhain Reflections: Rest, Light, and the Northern Soul
Samhain Reflections: Rest, Light, and the Northern Soul
Samhain passed like a whisper through veil-thin air, and something ancient stirred. California was heat when I expected cold, sun when I looked for shadows. But even disoriented, I found... Read more...
Waxing Moon; Weighted Words
Waxing Moon; Weighted Words
There’s nothing worse than finally finding the courage to open up, say what you want, only to end up misunderstood. Rejected. Dismissed. The pain of being unseen is sharp—but beloved,... Read more...
Between the veil and stage
Between the veil and stage
The veil thins, the leaves turn, and music opens portals. A night with Lord Huron in the autumn chill became more than a concert—it became a ritual. A remembering. A... Read more...
The Harvest Moon: Reflections on reflections
The Harvest Moon: Reflections on reflections
Every archetype leaves her trace in moonlight. And the Harvest Moon, in her glowing generosity, gathers them back into my bones. What did you remember under her light, beloved? Read more...
Meet your true Priestess - The Lover
Meet your true Priestess - The Lover
The Lover gave me the keys to kingdoms I didn’t yet know how to rule. She showed me the power of my body and my voice, but also revealed how... Read more...
Meet your true Priestess: The Huntress
Meet your true Priestess: The Huntress
Before I was a mother, before I was a lover, I was a Huntress. She ran through boot camp with burning lungs, steadied my hands on the rifle range, and... Read more...
Meeting the child within
Meeting the child within
Sometimes healing means going back... back to the child you once were, back to the moment it all hurt the most. Reparenting isn’t about blame. It’s about reminding your inner... Read more...