to be soft is to be powerful

This isn’t just a cute blog.

It’s a reclamation.

Of my softness.

My voice.

My shadow.

My beauty.

My truth.

My womanhood.

A space for my voice to bloom ~ where the sacred, the stylish, the tender and the true are all welcome.

I am the main character in a life full of grit and grace, and now, I’m writing my next chapter with intention.

A slow exhale. A letting go.

Closing the book of pain, heartache, and fear.

Saying goodnight to the scared little girl longing for unconditional love, for safety, for peace.

And letting the woman ~ soft, strong, sensual, sacred ~ rise.

I am deeply in love with life again.

With my home, with the moon, with the seasons, with the quiet rituals that turn days into devotion.

With the man who holds my heart and makes the world feel like a safe place to unfold.

With the body I am still learning to trust.

With the way beauty can live in the mundane ~ if we let it.

This space is a diary, an altar, and an archive.

A reflection of the woman I am becoming, and a soft place for you to land, too.

I can’t wait for you to dive into the sacred archive of my life,

anchor yourself in my magic ~

and perhaps find pieces of your own truth gently waiting to be remembered.

Tears are magic.

Love is devotion.

A woman, after all, is moonlight wrapped in skin.

Always here, in the glow of honey and moonlight

xx

Mon