This is a quiet space.
Where steps are slow.
Where all the parts matter.
Where your weather is allowed to be what it is — even if it’s a blizzard inside your bones.
Mothering, healing, becoming…
it can feel like living at the base of a mountain —
where it snows every day.
We spend so much time clearing paths just to function.
And sometimes we forget we’re also managing avalanche control.
So this place?
It’s not here to tell you how to be better, faster, stronger.
It’s not another list or life hack.
It’s a fire. A blanket. A breath.
A room with soft walls and a steady glow —
where you can rest, unfreeze,
and remember that you matter.
Because writing feels like true medicine.
This is how I tend the fire,
shape the ache,
and remember who I am.
✨ I am a medicine seeker — through motherhood, writing, nature and art.
Here, I share truths, poems, and fragments.
Sometimes raw, sometimes tender, always real.
If you’re here, you’re meant to be.
There’s no fixing to do. No list to join.
Just space to melt and return.
Welcome in.
