This is going to be part bibliomancy zine, part creative prompt zine, and definitely pages to look at just for fun.




a diary of words, paper and other ephemeral things
This is going to be part bibliomancy zine, part creative prompt zine, and definitely pages to look at just for fun.
























































Shop all available art (as low as $5) and check out the care mail club membership on my ko-fi 🌟 the sticker ordered for members for the month of May is the collage about with the word now as the focal point. I love this piece and it reminds me of the importance of staying present. I am also working on a found poetry zine to enjoy, or to use as a creative prompt tool! I always include extra goodies in the shipments I send out, but care mail is generally an original artwork, a new sticker and a new zine every month. It’s my favorite offering at the moment 🌟 I should also note that Oracle art readings and collage paper packs can be found there as well.
I appreciate you all!
I also have 10 signed copies of my poetry book available here. You can also buy them (unsigned, and a bit cheaper) here. They are also available online at most major book retailers.



opportunistic
robin plays bath splashing in
puddles of fresh rain
The Tarot Diaries segment on the four of cups is now live. Swipe through the photos for previews of what I dive into 💚






Below is my sticker design for Care Mail Club. Sign ups are $11 to receive a sticker, zine and original artwork…and sometimes extra goodies 😜 check it out on my ko-fi.

The sticker shone below was from last month’s club mail. it’s available for $3 on ko-fi.





Reading “Ordinary Mysticism” by Mirabai Starr
I find the presence of the sacred hidden in my aching bones when I have to push myself a little farther past my comfort zone. I am reminded I am alive.
I find the presence of the sacred as I walk, an obligation, yes…but also a gift. I move on familiar paths and marvel that I came together as this particular collection of cells, at least for now.
I also feel the sacred flowing through tingling fingers as I create. It is an openness that simply keeps me moving.
I feel the sacred in the hard moments, but also in the soft. Like asking the kids about how their day was, laying down for a daily nap because I respect this body enough to know rest is vital.
Although I can feel imperfect on my path, ultimately I believe the sacred meets me in the trying. I am forever in a state of reaching toward the unknowable mystery: my fingers imagine grasping the hem of its cloak…but remember that not knowing is beauty too. I breathe, my chest rises. the day is promising but also cold. I have shelter and warmth and unending love, even if only for this brief moment.

For more writing on where I meet the sacred, check out my recent essay in Fieldwren Journal: available here
I just started it, but go grab a copy of “Ordinary Mysticism: Your Life as Sacred Ground” by Mirabai Starr. Let me know what you think.