Body Wisdom

Muse of My Own Making

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A beautiful Black woman sits outdoors in the stillness of night, bathed in the glow of the Full Moon in Aquarius hanging high above a quiet home. She wears a soft, off-the-shoulder summer dress, her hair gathered in a graceful bun, and cradles a steaming cup of tea in both hands. Wisps of steam curl upward into the moonlight, blending with the cool night air. The scene feels serene and intimate, a moment suspended between breath and thought, embodying presence, reflection, and quiet strength.

Muse of My Own Making A Ritual Story of Presence, Pleasure and Becoming The Full Moon in Aquarius rises today at her peak, carrying the expansive clarity of air and the unwavering truth of fixed energy. I feel her illuminating the places within me where my individuality meets the collective vision, where my courage to … Read more

Golden Pulse of Becoming

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A radiant Black woman with deep brown skin sits on a softly lit bed, wrapped in a flowing gold robe that catches the sunlight like fire. Her locs cascade over her shoulders as she gazes forward in quiet reflection, her profile illuminated by golden streaks of morning light pouring through half-closed blinds. The room glows with warmth and stillness, as if time itself has slowed to honor her presence. Light dances across her skin, revealing the sacred intensity of someone deep in remembrance—alive in her becoming, steady in her truth, pulsing with the clarity of a new season.

Golden Pulse of Becoming It’s my half birthday today. That alone feels like a portal. A soft, steady drumbeat calling me to pause, look around, and remember. The air feels different—charged, like it’s waiting for me to speak something into existence. I don’t need a reason to make today sacred. I am the reason. Before … Read more

Power in the Pause

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A powerful digital portrait of a dark-skinned woman with tousled hair and an unwavering gaze fixed directly on the viewer. Her hands rest with intentional weight across her solar plexus and lower belly, anchoring her in the body while something unseen stirs beneath the surface. The burnt orange background is chaotic and expressive, layered with black and gray splashes, strokes, and markings that echo internal turbulence. Though she appears still, the energy around her is anything but calm. Her expression carries the truth of being in a sacred pause—not a peaceful one, but a pause that holds discomfort, tension, and the raw beauty of becoming. This is the moment between shedding and rising. She is not lost. She is listening. She is held in the pause.

Power in the Pause I wake up inside a quiet I can’t shake. Not the kind of quiet that calms or grounds. This quiet feels like a hum that won’t move. It sits low in my body and waits. Not urgent. Not dramatic. Just here. Steady. Unbothered by my mind’s desire to name it or … Read more

Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me)

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A young Black girl with warm brown skin and natural, fluffy hair lies under cozy covers at bedtime, smiling tenderly at her worn, off-white teddy bear with solid black eyes and a faded nose. A soft golden glow of magical energy swirls between the girl, the bear, and the blankets, illuminating their connection in a dreamy, love-filled moment. The atmosphere is warm, gentle, and full of emotional alchemy.

Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me) I write this ritual story as a love offering to myself—a return, a remembering, a soft landing into the arms of the little girl I once was and still am. This is for my 6-year-old self, who looked in mirrors and already knew she was the cutest thing walking. She … Read more

Mashed Potatoes as My Magic Wand

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A young Black girl’s hand holds a silver fork poised above a mound of mashed potatoes, sculpting them with care and curiosity. The mashed potatoes sit on a white plate alongside vibrant green beans and a thick slice of meatloaf topped with rich red ketchup. From the tip of the fork, radiant streams of golden and violet light swirl upward like magical steam, casting a soft glow over the plate. The background is warmly blurred in deep purples and browns, highlighting the sacred, magical and whimsical energy of the moment—a blend of childhood wonder and spiritual ritual.

Mashed Potatoes as My Magic Wand This ritual story was born from a whisper—clear, unexpected, and deeply felt. The ancestors said: Mashed Potatoes. Just those two words. And it unlocked something inside me. A memory. A vibration. A call to return to the joy, curiosity, and magic of my inner child. This story is an … Read more

When the Deep Calls Me Back to Myself

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A wide-angle, mystical underwater scene featuring a large whale gliding through deep blue ocean waters, symbolizing emotional depth, spiritual guidance, and the ancient, calming presence of blue whale energy.

When the Deep Calls Me Back to Myself The blue whale called me. Her voice wasn’t loud. It was low, ancient, humming through bone and breath and belly. I felt her before I understood her. Something in me stopped and said, listen. Something in me recognized the way she swims with the whole ocean on … Read more

To Thine Known Self Be True

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An ethereal Black woman with flowing locs rises from glowing roots of light, surrounded by a cosmic background of purples and deep blues. Her eyes are closed in peaceful knowing, a radiant golden light shines from her chest, and symbolic patterns form a luminous halo around her head. The atmosphere is mystical, empowering, and grounded in sacred presence.

To Thine Known Self Be True A Prayer of Return Spirit, I’m not here to pretend. I’m not here to perform. I’m here because I’m remembering who the fuck I am. I feel the weight of all the versions of myself I’ve had to be just to stay alive. Just to keep moving. Just to … Read more