I’ve always been enthralled with two things:
the mystical and the creative.

Since I could read, you’d find me sitting on my grandma’s love seat with her dream dictionaries and dusty hardcovers on astrology and the afterlife. I’d find sticks outside and use them as wands when no one was looking, make concoctions of mud and flowers by the creek bed. All of my friends would contact me about the meaning of their dreams, and I was never without a journal full of writing, collages, and poetry. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been endlessly documenting my life by way of photo, video, or any other method that caught my attention at the time. Maybe, it’s my romantic ascendant ruler (a Pisces moon); maybe something was always seeking me.  

It all got buried for awhile. In an attempt to keep things brief (which I’m awful at, i.e. a blog-post-sized about page), I found alcohol. Really, alcohol found me, as if it had been waiting in the back of the fridge, illuminated and glowing, all along. From my first taste at 12, I clung to it with cracked, bleeding fingers. It was the fraying piece of rope swinging from the edge of a cliff. If that sounds dramatic, it’s because it was. 

Without what felt like any choice otherwise, despite this constant bursting inside of me, I would have chose drinking for the rest of my life. Instead, in a rough series of consequences and unexplainable (and absolutely Divine) turn of events, I was forced sober—and forced into the realm of the Spirit—lost, wounded, and unaware of who I was. 

Turns out, that’s the most opportune way to show up here. Desperation and rapture are our quickest paths to surrender—and mine was full of tragedy, trauma, and addiction. But above all that, it’s been paved with kindness, with mysticism, and with forgiveness, grace, and mercy.

I claim it all. 

Since I was gifted with sobriety in 2014, I’ve spent my life crawling back to myself, to God, and to you. Turns out, the way back was through all that I’d loved and revered since I was young. The mystical. The creative. 

I’ve earned a Bachelors of Arts in professional and creative writing, a 200+ hour yoga certification, level II reiki attunement, and completed various initiations through life-experiences. (I blame my Sun in Sixth House for my unrelenting journey into ‘the work’, human psychology, and wellness.) I’ve self-studied astrology for as long as I can remember and tarot for the past five years. Literature and poetry are still my greatest teachers. 

My passion for art and spirituality has led me around the globe, traveling solo on little to nothing to immerse myself in culture and find my Own Way. At home, I’ve been known to lead workshops around astrology, empowerment, femininity, and healing, as well as read tarot and natal charts for other seekers. My deepest passion remains my writing: creative nonfiction and poetry that pushes the boundaries of form and subject—and seeks Truth and reverence at all costs.

I live to not only perceive the beauty in life, but to reach for it. Because without art, without beauty, we abandon our Truest selves; we settle for surviving. My mission is in celebrating the life I’ve been given through relentless LIBERATION, through uncovering the SACRED.

Through the MYSTICAL. the CREATIVE.  

This is a story of love, of resilience, of magic—
but mostly, this is a story of God.

A few of my favorite things: long and quiet mornings, creative nonfiction, changing my hair color, children, mantra and meditation, avocados, warm baths, pen to paper, culture of all kinds, spending hours in coffee shops, dancing, vintage everything, bodies of water, Spanish music, floral arrangements, witnessing liberation, and poetry.