This poem holds my grief for what we’ve become, and my hope for what we might yet be.

On Tuesday night, I held space for twenty people under the dark moon.

For the past six months, I’ve been documenting every delicious moment in my “Tasty things I ate in the last month” series on Substack.

The ancestors were in the room on Friday when Dr. Bird and I went live.

This New Moon in Libra brought powerful messages about new beginnings in love, boundaries that protect your energy, and yes, wisdom from a fabulous purple-feathered ostrich.

This week’s energy is all about connecting with the divine within you.

I’ll never forget the moment I realized I was sitting with two women who genuinely saw my book—not the version I hoped it could be, but the messy, beautiful, heartbreaking story I’d actually written.

I’ve been holding my voice back—even after all this purification work.

My father died believing his greatest gift to me would be money.

During the Moon of Purification, I realized I’d been carrying burdens that were never mine.