I Am Not Myself [A Poem]

I am not myself,I am the echo.I am the echo, AwakeningRevisingRevisitingReimagining. I am not myself,I am the gathering      of that which has come before. I am the echo      of remembering. The mutitude of layers      of remembering. I am the awakening of right into wrong,And wrong into right. I am the witness. IContinue reading “I Am Not Myself [A Poem]”

The Folds of Mystery

[A Love Letter] I am a seeker down to my very core. I’ve followed the path of intrigue down the darkest passages of misery, thirsty for understanding and knowledge. I’ve learned that in my ability to read so deeply, lies also the fountain of my undoing. Side by side, like two sides of a coin,Continue reading “The Folds of Mystery”

Calling Home.

In my readings, I am channeling (translating energy) for people. They’re channeling too, we all are. We are emitting a signal and then translating that signal into Meaning. What makes spiritual readings, or divination special then? Why is there an interest in this type of work? Channeling (the way I do it) is meant toContinue reading “Calling Home.”

Creativity’s Grief

I used to feel an impossible sadness inside of the things I wanted most. Deep inside the thick color of paint or a beautiful design coming to life, there was my dread. My grief buried behind the pigment and the thread. I would turn my head away. I would close my eyes tightly and graspContinue reading “Creativity’s Grief”