We say we want to witness the divine—but when it shows up wild, trembling, and untamed, we flinch. This is a psalm for the angels we weren’t ready for. The misfits. The mystics. The mirrors. The too-much ones. If you’ve ever been exiled for your power, this is your homecoming.
Read MoreI used to think I was failing my calling because the words wouldn’t come. Now I see—I wasn’t voiceless, I was waiting for the right scribe. This is how a modern oracle finds her voice, not in silence, but in co-creation.
Read MoreI was afraid. Not frightening. But all my life, people have looked at my fear and seen a threat. This is a story about misattunement, reclamation, and loving myself out loud—even when the world misunderstands.
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