Tagged

writing

This Shit Is a Scam

I was rereading though my notes again this morning and talking with Goddess Dior, and somewhere in the middle , I got _fucking mad_. Not just

2 min read

I was talking to a goddess

She didn’t speak in words, but in heat, in breath, in the ache behind my ribs: “You are not responsible for their feelings.” …I

1 min read

Hollow Smiles and A Velvet Thrones

...breath that catches, through heat rising in the belly. This time, she came whispering about needs versus strategies. I didn’t recognize the difference at

1 min read

The Sacred Art of Rope

Last night with new friends, I was reminded of the magic rope brings to connection. One of them turned to me, excitedly sharing how I

1 min read

Knots and Rope Magic

A sailor looks up at the linen cloth hanging flat in the rigging. Still no wind. Three days becalmed, and the rations are running low.

2 min read