Writing
Essays from the soul — and to it.
This is not a blog. It is not content. It is not thought leadership packaged for an algorithm.
It is writing — the real kind. The kind that begins with a question the writer cannot yet answer and ends somewhere she did not expect to arrive. The kind that speaks from the interior life rather than about it. The kind that, if it is doing its work, will land somewhere in you that you recognise without being able to say exactly why.
The pieces gathered here are essays, reflections, and fragments — on lineage and loss, on threshold and reclamation, on the indestructible soul-spirit and what it costs and what it gives to refuse to let it go quiet. They are written for women who are in the middle of something and need to know that someone else has been there too.
They are also, always, a form of companionship. The first form of companionship I can offer. If you find yourself reading a piece and thinking: she is speaking directly to me — then she is.
It is writing — the real kind. The kind that begins with a question the writer cannot yet answer and ends somewhere she did not expect to arrive. The kind that speaks from the interior life rather than about it. The kind that, if it is doing its work, will land somewhere in you that you recognise without being able to say exactly why.
The pieces gathered here are essays, reflections, and fragments — on lineage and loss, on threshold and reclamation, on the indestructible soul-spirit and what it costs and what it gives to refuse to let it go quiet. They are written for women who are in the middle of something and need to know that someone else has been there too.
They are also, always, a form of companionship. The first form of companionship I can offer. If you find yourself reading a piece and thinking: she is speaking directly to me — then she is.
“The butterfly is already present in the caterpillar.”
CURRENT WRITING
Reaching Back, Reaching Forward
"I used to think that staying true to yourself was about moving forward. Keeping your eyes on the horizon. Not losing yourself in the noise of a world remaking itself faster than we can follow.
I don't believe that anymore."
I don't believe that anymore."
