Tag: Spiritual practice

• Seven of Swords

  

  

  

  Read the essay here

  2026.04.24

• left behind: a poem

  not just debris

  from the storm

  fallen twigs and

  forgotten string

  small dwelling

  for growing

  found the ground

  from its

  sky-kissed perch

  oh, to scoop it up

  to hold this proof

  to dampen the structure

  with saltwater tears

  

  

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  2026.04.20

• I burned the little notebook, here are some souvenirs

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  2026.04.13

• Two collages and a haiku

  

  

  

  opportunistic

  robin plays bath splashing in

  puddles of fresh rain

  2026.04.12

• Angst

  I know you’re upset

  But here

  I carved a space

  In my heart

  Meet me there 

  We’ll have tea

  Not too strong 

  So we can still 

  go to bed early

  We’ll talk about the 

  meaning of 

  Our matching fingerprints

  You scribble tears on your face

  With blue crayon

  They fall, rain from your cheeks

  Splash into your cup

  Allow me to drink it for you

  It’s been long enough

  You don’t have to do this alone

  

  Episode five of the podcast Living Practice is live 💕 catch it here or find it on your favorite podcast platform.

  2026.04.09

• What remains

  Bald eagle

  circles with

  two vultures

  tending to death

  like the

  carcass of a deer

  or the

  decay of a nation

  

  2026.04.08

• will you accept this payment

  tended the garden of this mind

  brains weren’t  extraordinary

  I cling to the title:

  gifted

  press the label onto my shirt

  hand lingers above my breast

  delusion

  the tag tied round my toe in the morgue

  it’s all I ever was…until, you know

  I wasn‘t

  plummeting grades, marks don’t matter

  blackout nights, herded by strangers

  bra stuffed with money

  and tear-stained fights

  this body became

  the sacrifice;

  payment on the altar of

  expectation

  color me surprised

  you roll your eyes

  not impressed

  tell me this

  is it enough yet?

  

  2026.04.03

• New this week

  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.

  

  2026.04.02

• Where I find the sacred

  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.

  2026.03.01

• Making marks

  

  An automatic drawing I made last night while watching Uzumaki. Mostly just tried to set time apart where I wasn’t doomscrolling. Being locked in during a snow storm has made it hard to resist the phone, especially since I can’t go for my daily walk. My legs hurt intensely. Luckily my ulcer issues have chilled out, and the medicine I am allowed to take has kept the horrid headaches at bay. I still slept a lot today. I also began knitting a hat. Still trying to work through my stash.

  Back to the drawing, into interesting because a lot of elements always seem to appear and I usually see some type of character or spirit manifest. Will probably do more of this tonight when I’m not knitting.

  2026.01.25