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09/03/2026

09/02/2026

New gathering forming!!! 📚🌿

I have been getting a nudge to start a book club, and I’m finally listening to it!

Forming community is something I am so excited about, and I love the idea of creating a space where we can gather, read something meaningful, share our thoughts, ask questions, and have some really good conversations together.

For our first gathering, the book I picked is When the Body Says No: The Cost of Hidden Stress by Dr. Gabor Maté.

📚 Our first book club discussion:
Wednesday, September 30th @ 6:00 PM
Location: Essence Edge
508 Washington Ave
Detroit Lakes, MN

This gathering is FREE!

09/02/2026

You can set it down now…

The weight that was never yours to carry... The peace you have been keeping for everyone else… The version of ready that never arrives…

The door does not need another season of studying it… Just Open it…

Say yes to what has been quietly tapping… Say no to what only survives if you keep carrying it…

Move… Even if the movement is small… Even if no one goes with you…

Stop waiting for permission that was always going to have to come from your own feet…

Rise is not a future you earn... It is the moment you walk through without announcing it…

You are allowed…

08/30/2026

I’ve learned Life gives us three things…

A mirror… A window… A door…

Not always in that order… And never only once.

Lately I can see all three at the same time... The mirror was everything that made me look at myself when I would have rather looked anywhere else.

It was the years of becoming whoever people needed so they wouldn’t leave… The friendships that kept asking me to overextend…The work that turned into a stage I disappeared behind… The relationships that showed me exactly what I was willing to tolerate just to keep the peace… The version of me who thought being enough meant never rocking the boat.

Mirrors aren’t kind… They show the patterns…The wounds… The ego that thought it could fix everyone… The places I abandoned myself so someone else wouldn’t feel abandoned… But they also show who survived it.

At some point I stopped staring into mine asking “what is wrong with me” and started asking “what is this trying to teach me about me?” That changed everything.

Then came the window… It didn’t make me look inward…It made me look out.

It showed me the life I had known was not the only life available. It showed me other ways to love… Other ways to hold space… Other mornings that didn’t start with performing… Other versions of family…. Other ways of being in a body that actually wanted to be fed and moved and listened to… A shop that wanted to become sanctuary instead of a place I disappeared into.

For a while I just stood there looking… That’s what windows are for… They don’t ask you to leave yet… They just make it impossible to pretend you haven’t seen what else exists.

Sometimes another person becomes the window… Sometimes heartbreak does… Sometimes turning forty does… Sometimes simply waking up and realizing the life you built no longer fits the person living inside it. The window never told me where to go, It just made pretending impossible.

And now I think I’m waiting for the door… Not desperately… Not pounding on walls asking the universe to hurry… I’m simply getting ready…
Because doors don’t usually appear when we’re begging for escape, they appear when we’ve finally learned enough from the room we’re standing in.

I’ve had my mirror… I’ve looked long enough to recognize myself…

I’ve had my window… I’ve seen enough to know there is more…

I don’t know what my door will look like… Maybe it’s the next chapter of the shop… Maybe it’s a place I’ve never been… Maybe it’s simply the moment I stop asking whether I’m allowed to become someone new.

Whatever it is, I don’t want to meet it carrying everything from the rooms I’ve already survived…That’s what the mirror and the window were preparing me for…

The mirror taught me who I am when I stop performing… The window taught me what could be…And maybe the door will finally teach me what happens when I trust myself enough to go…

A door can appear and you can still choose not to open it… You can spend your whole life standing in familiar rooms because familiar pain sometimes feels safer than unfamiliar possibility…

I don’t want to do that anymore… So I’m preparing… Putting down what doesn’t belong to me… Forgiving what I can… Grieving what I need to… Loving people without requiring them to come with me… Thanking the old versions of myself for getting me this far without asking them to take me any farther…

And when that door finally appears…

I hope I recognize it… I hope I don’t interrogate it… I hope I don’t convince myself that something beautiful must have the wrong address…
I hope I put my hand on the handle and remember every single thing that brought me here…

Then I do the simplest and perhaps bravest thing of all… I open it.

Because I’ve had my season of looking at who I’ve been… I’ve had my season of looking at what could be… I’m ready for the season where I finally walk through…

08/28/2026

Grandmother Moon definitely blew the lid off last night!

Saturn has been retrograde since late July, turning me back toward every place I still made myself smaller so the room could stay comfortable. This season shook loose the last layers I was still suppressing… the apology, the mask, the hope that if I translated myself well enough the judgment would stop… It never did.

Last night she finished the sentence with a Shadow across her face… Only a thin bright edge left. I felt the release in my body and this morning the moon came through the blood too…

Sky and womb in the same weather.

Then the fire showed up… There is a sacred rage rising… Not the kind that hunts people, this fire is not looking for a target. It is looking for the end of the contract… Not projected anger looking for a face to wear. This is the heat that arrives when a woman finally stops volunteering as the punching bag. Years of holding everyone else… Years of feeling their pain, shifting with the truth of the room, and then being called the judgment, the too-much, the storm... I don’t give a f**k about performing softness so the dark can stay comfortable. I am softness, I am edge, I am light & dark… energy & matter… I am a Witch…

A witch is not a costume… A witch is someone who chose the long road through her own density instead of outsourcing it. I chose that road… I got beaten down on it and I am grateful, because it led me here… to a morning where I know, I see, I believe. Not above anyone… Just done shrinking.

Energy is my first language… Frequency is how a room tells the truth before the mouth does. Dimensions are not a trend, they are densities of reality. Most people are living in the densest layer… the 3D world of proof, fear, comparison, and judgment. In that layer, words are used to hide… Bodies are ignored… Women fight women for scraps of worth and call it discernment. Men armor up, go quiet, or become “good boys,” and call it strength. Everyone is hungry and no one wants to look at why.

I do not believe we were designed to be the same. Woman and man are different currents…That is not a ranking… It is a design. The lie was that one current had to win and the other had to apologize. Women learned control through the field… judgment, exile, managing the room. Men learned control through the structure… force, withdrawal, providing without presence. Both are dense… Both keep the lid on.

The Divine Feminine rising is not women winning the old fight… It is women dropping the competition and the sweetness-as-armor and letting truth come through the body, including the sacred rage that is not projected anger.

The Divine masculine rising is not men becoming harmless. It is men standing in their warrior, in their fire without using it to dominate or disappearing to be approved of.

Partnership built on “who is to blame” was never a meeting… Two different operating systems in honest contact is. The next layer is the in-between… You start to feel the mismatch. You notice when someone’s mouth and field do not match. You hear a whisper that the life you built on other people’s comfort is too small. That whisper is the soul… and It’s not polite.

What people call 5D is not an escape hatch into love and light… It is coherence. The body, the craft, and the unseen finally in the same room. Both currents are needed… Neither is a war against the other.

Women… hear this. The rage in you is not a problem if it is yours. Projected anger is just 3D with better lighting… Sacred rage is the lid coming off of what you swallowed so you could keep the peace. We cannot rise while we are still competing, still measuring, still tearing at the ones who remind us of what we put down. That fight is fear wearing sisterhood… Let it go.

You were never supposed to earn your place by making another woman smaller. You were never supposed to carry what she will not name.
I am a witch in the open… I am also just a woman who stopped shrinking. If you are hearing the whisper, this is an open threshold… Not a pedestal… Not a promise I will carry your shadow… A door.

Take back what is yours! Set down what you were never meant to keep… Let the rage be clean… The lid is already off

08/27/2026

As I sit here in the morning light listening to the crows caw… Grandmother Moon is swelling. 🌕

And I think about how she’s not doing so politely. She’s been walking from last month’s light toward tonight’s eclipse and she is taking the lid off what has been stored.

This is the Sturgeon Moon… the late-summer moon named for the fish that once filled the Great Lakes when the water was still generous. A moon that has always meant there is enough in the DEEP if you know how to wait.

This year she does it with Earth’s shadow across her face. Tonight is a deep partial lunar eclipse. That means Earth will move between the Sun and the Moon so that almost her entire face is covered by shadow (96 percent of it). Only a thin bright edge will remain.

To the eye she will look like a blood moon… that dark red copper that comes when the light has to travel through Earth’s atmosphere to reach her. Her Peak is late tonight… For those in our area 11:12 p.m….

This is not just another full moon that makes everyone emotional. Full moons already make the hidden visible. A lunar eclipse takes the light off the feeling-body itself. What has been living in the dark has nowhere left to hide. And Pisces does not argue with it… Pisces soaks it. Then Virgo has to sort through what walked through the door.

This is the second half of eclipse season. The Leo solar eclipse on August 12th cracked the meekness open. Tonight’s Pisces lunar eclipse asks what you do with what that light exposed.

The eclipse sits on the Virgo-Pisces axis. Virgo is the part of us that sorts, tends, names, and works with what is right in front of us… the body, the craft, the daily things we can actually touch and clean and put in order. Pisces is the ocean… the unseen… the emotional and spiritual field that soaks everything and does not care about neat edges.

An eclipse on this axis brings those two into hard contact. What has been floating in the watery, unnamed places gets pulled into the light where it has to be looked at, sorted, or released. What we have been managing on the practical side suddenly has to meet the bigger current it has been trying to ignore. That is the weather… Just the two ends of the rope the sky is pulling right now.

Mercury entered Virgo on Tuesday… Speech got precise… Less performance, more naming, Before it changed signs it sat opposite the North Node… that fork between the old audience and the true direction. Over-explaining is still the trap… Saying what actually is, is the medicine.

Today the Sun and Mercury meet in Virgo… the word and the light occupying the same degree. What has been forming in the dark becomes visible. That is why things may feel suddenly obvious… Not because you learned something new… Because you can no longer pretend you didn’t already know.

Saturn is still retrograde in Aries. Neptune too, close by in that first fire. That pairing is why the costumes get loud… Projection… Holy theater… Blame dressed as discernment. The self that performed independence now has to account for what it built and what it used other people to avoid. Saturn is not here to punish… Saturn is here to stop the bargain.

Uranus in Gemini sits on the square as the eclipse lands. That is the jolt… Sudden people… Sudden words… Circuits that trip. The unexpected does not wait for you to feel ready.

Underneath all of this, the deep collective current is still moving. Old power structures, group shadows, the things a culture pretends it already healed… that layer is awake. It is why this week doesn’t stay personal… It spills.

There is also a tight sky-pattern right now… the Sun and Mercury in Virgo pointing at two slow, heavy planets… one that dissolves the story, one that unearths what was buried. That kind of pattern doesn’t let you pick a lane… You don’t get to stay only practical, only in the lists and the body and the work. You also don’t get to float only in the mystical and call it done. You have to let the two meet… That meeting is the threshold.

Then later this week, a different kind of support arrives… The planet of growth in fire makes a helpful angle to Saturn, even while Saturn is still in its review. After the eclipse water dumps, something in you can stand up again… Not a rescue from outside… A spine… Coherence… Fire that can finally hold a shape instead of just burning.

So the weather tonight…

Grandmother moon does not ask permission before she uncovers things. What has been unnamed will have a shape by morning. What has been living off someone else’s silence will get noisy right as it starts to fail. If you have been the quiet one holding the extra weight, you may feel the air change around you. That is the lid coming off… Not a personal attack.

Some people will need a story about why the light feels sharp… Some people will use the light. You will know the difference by whether they look at themselves or look for a place to put it.

Grandmother Moon is here… Take back what is yours… Set down what you were never meant to keep.

08/25/2026

Selenite does not hold attachments.

That is not a slogan…. It is how the stone works.

High frequency does not collect what is dense/dirty physically or energetically. It raises the field until the dense thing cannot stay. Think about that for a moment… Selenite does not need cleansing or charging, its frequency vibrates above the dense earth layer of fear, pain, projections… But People still project onto it….

They still decide the stone is dirty, the room is dirty, the woman who keeps the room is dirty... Then they need a story that lets them leave without looking at what they brought in. And the game is played, projection, blame, gossip…

This is not new… It is an old bargain among women & men who lost the thread of their own power: victimhood, blame, projection, assuming… gossip as proof they are right.

Validation instead of responsibility…. I do not play that game… I never have. That is why the frequency of the shop itself feels like exposure. Not because anyone is being hunted. Because the hiding places get thinner.

Look at the sky if you want the weather, not an excuse. We are walking from the last full moon toward the next one & this moon cycle has been intense. Saturn is also still retrograde… What has been stored in the dark does not get to stay stored... The collective is not politely asking anymore... Patterns that require someone else to carry the shadow are getting louder… right before they lose their cover.

A shop like this is a threshold. So is a body that will not shrink to keep the room comfortable. Some people feel that and call it an attachment... Some people feel it and stay long enough to look inward… Both are information. History says “blame the witch, watch her burn”… we’re still here still transmuting, still burning bright. 🌕