I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
Reflections on resilience and the alchemy of becoming.
I color fire-engine red, ink-well black, and—oh my stars—sharp with light.
Hessonite garnet, wine-red garnet, and carnelian— copper connectors. Grounding. Come back down gently and safely.
Pulling truths out in pieces, revealing soul.
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
We are the alive bell tower, inspiration’s vessel ringing true.
The Divine seed takes root, flourishing, thriving possibility, hope.
Fire reaches temperature just above my ears.
My lungs burn. Naked— a dare.
Root, aerial, forward— shining glossy and new with purpose.
Your warmth against my ritual feed, piping along the ridges of rust and salt, sparks a new beginning.