I walk in the motion of power.Power is alignment. It is rooted steadily—feet planted in ancestral soil,hips remembering the rhythm…

I do not enter rooms—I arrive. Not with thunder,not with spectacle,But with the soft authorityof a woman who knowsShe is…

The Fire Horse does not tiptoe.It does not RSVP.It does not text “on my way.” It arrives. Mane on fire.Hooves…

I celebrate without fireworks.No confetti cannons.No orchestral swell announcing my arrival. The sun does not shout when it rises—And yet,…

I have studied in cathedrals made of trees,where the syllabus was windand the lectures arrived barefoot. Nature is not dramatic…

I’ve been learning new things about myself—Apparently, I’ve been understudying a roleI was never cast in. Who knew? There’s a…

Missing you is allowed.I’ve checked.It doesn’t come with a summonsor a return label. Some feelings are just visitors—they pass through,comment…

A Lakota elder once said—and I keep this where my spine remembers it—You are not livingIf you are not healing.…

I arrive like morning—unannounced, inevitable,with no need to convince the horizon. I am the mystic of elegance and power,the kind…

February announces itself softly—no grand entrance,just a knowing pause at the threshold,as if to say: Pay attention now. The air…