That has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?
That's my confirmed pickup date, the date I meet her, my soulmate in this journey.
I've picked out the things to pick out.
I've paid the deposit.
And now I wait.
Now I dream.
A cocoon.
For years, Mother’s Day meant dragging four kids to his mother’s house to celebrate a woman whose job was already done, while I was drowning in the trenches of motherhood, alone, unseen, and exhausted. I’d swallow the pain. Smile. Stay quiet. While raising babies in poverty with
for the witch who knows the path is paved with eye-rolls and breadcrumbs Not all awakenings arrive in dreams or silence. Some show up mid-sigh, mid-mess, mid-scroll. Some arrive when the toddler spills their cup again, or the same rooster crows just as the quote about “irritation being a teacher”
Last week, we honored our little girl. This week, it's time to go deeper. I see you. Honor that feeling of resistance, but now come back. You're ready for this and we're doing it together. Even the most charmed life holds trauma and you
This post so eloquently captures the journey. The time is now, witches, to awaken to your deepest knowing. It has always been there, waiting for you to rediscover it like a hidden gem. WE NEED HEALERS, women who have been through hell and back, bringing with them innocence and purity.