Self Trust

Where Grief Finds Me

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A close-up of a Black woman’s torso glowing with deep red and molten orange light. Fiery tendrils swirl across her stomach, curling like smoke and flame moving under the skin. The navel glows like an opening to something powerful inside. The image captures the emotional heat that rises through the solar plexus and sacral — grief, memory, desire, and truth living in the center of the body.

Where Grief Finds me Written in real-time as grief moves through my body Grief finds me in the places I can’t ignore. It moves through my solar plexus as heat and sits in the old memories in my sacral. Some days it settles in my right hip like a weight I’ve carried alone for years. … Read more

Stand in my Center

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A Black woman stands with eyes closed, bathed in warm beams of light, her face soft and serene. Pink tones swirl gently around her, echoing the energy of protection, grounding, and inner return. She appears centered, rooted, and guided, embodying the calm strength of a woman standing fully in her power.

Stand in my Center a living practice to ground my body, protect my energy and call all of me back into the present moment. This writing is a steadying point. It is a moment to breathe, return to myself and strengthen my field before I step into any space. It is a blend of grounding, … 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