Over the past year, something in my life has been quietly unraveling. Not in a dramatic, cinematic way. More like a thread being slowly pulled from the inside of a tapestry — the pattern still visible from the outside, but loosening underneath. If you’ve followed my work for a while, you may have noticed moments where I disappear for a bit. Times when I move more slowly. Periods where my voice goes quiet before returning again. There is a reason for that. But before I tel

The recent eclipse shook me to my core. Shadows I didn’t even know I had rose up, grief I hadn’t tasted before washed over me, and my body became a storm I could not quiet. Yet here, in the wake of the Aries Full Moon, I ask myself the question that can no longer be avoided: Who am I beneath it all? Which masks can I shed, and how do I want to show up in the world from this place of clarity and alignment?