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 MoreIn this living psalm, Sara Soul reintroduces herself—not as a static identity, but as a becoming. This is the first entry in her ongoing About Me collection, a poetic unfolding of the psychic, the oracle, the woman, and the myth. Come read her fire, feel your reflection, and when you’re ready—book your own private session at sarasoulpsychic.earth.
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.
Read MoreA personal piece about truth, trauma, and the courage to be seen. I’ve lived in the deep— where silence becomes suffering, and truth becomes a weight you carry in your bones. But I’m not staying quiet anymore. I’ve begun sharing, not because I want attention—but because I know someone else is still out there, treading water, unsure if they’ll ever make it to shore.
If anything I share stings—know this: It’s not about you. We all did the best we could. And we’re all just trying to find the shore.
