hermit, part two: july 2022

bring on the fire, i say. bring on the friction. i'd rather be brave enough to be wrong than to only do things when i'm sure i'll do them perfectly.

hello, friends. welcome to november. we spent a lot of this year exploring the suit of cups, but in these

when we can recognize why we're so tired, when we can clock that our grief needs some extra care on certain days, when we can direct our grief into activities and efforts that make real change, things start to feel easier, lighter, more hopeful.

grief work doesn't have to mean just diving headfirst into an abyss so deep you'll never escape. it means learning how to float, and how to flow. let me show you.