being love: haiku and rose calcite

 

we weave rose petals
into future memories
beneath this grey sky

Rose / salmon / pink calcite is a gentle cocoon of love, soft like rose quartz, but even softer. It's deep soothe, whispered words, a forehead kiss. It's loving comfort.

february: being love

 

january: shadows

I slacked on updating my blog, but I posted a couple of times on social media in January. In case these are still helpful:

I hope you all had a bright holiday season and just right transition into 2025. ♡ This year, I'll be exploring the overarching theme of: life as poetry. Each month, I'll be looking at it through a different lens. Meditations, photography, nature wanderings, crystals, animal messengers, healing pathways, and yes! poetry. I look forward to sharing and journeying with you! xo.

POEM by me ♡

cheeks smudged 

charcoal and twilight

from a dark night 

I climb toward the light

and let the earth hold me 

as I make snow angels

slipping the halo 

into my pocket 

to guide me back home

PROMPTS ♡

What shadow are you currently facing or existing within? (This can come in the form of fears, memories, insecurities, cycles, etc.) 

Imagine sitting at a cozy cafe with this shadow, a corner table out of sight from everyone else. How does the shadow present themselves? What do they say to you? What do you say to them?

What is in your metaphoric pocket that you can pull out for comfort and light?

CRYSTALS ♡

Ocean jasper. This particular one has earthy colors - black, browns, some yellow. It is soothe, grounded comfort, the reminder that even as I need to be cocooned, I can continue finding ways to flow, flow more wildly, flow deeper, flow into vaster waters, still held, still safe. 

Black obsidian. A shield, a blanket of protection, some backbone and courage. 

OTHER PHOTOS ♡

A wintery day this week as I soaked in peace and wonder with my son. A card I drew (owl, "Magical") for this post from the lovely deck Earthly Souls + Spirits Moon Oracle by Terri Foss.

the ancestors whisper

“the only way out is through” 

(while the forest pierces my skin

while the waves swallow me)

I rub sunshine onto my skin

my armor as I touch fog

My husband and I visited these oh-so-sweet lemurs this month. When beams of light poured from the sky just right, they would gather and let the sunshine soak into their bellies. Their wisdom seemed like a metaphor for approaching life. ♡