Personal Writing
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Follow The River
As I trudged through the mud of yesterday’s downpour, my heart whispered, “keep going.” I had my doubts as I looked ahead. The path appeared blocked, impassable, a dead end. The wind blew wildly, drying the earth with each audacious gust. The shushing sound of dancing, yellowed reed grass entranced me. The creaking, moaning stretches… Continue reading
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Sacred Disruption.
There is a difference between inner peace and complacency. Just sit with that for a moment. I can’t really talk about breaking rules without talking about sacred disruption. What I mean by “rules” is somewhat vast—I mean rules imposed on us from the outside (society, religion, the government, work and relationship expectations) and the inside… Continue reading
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It Begins.
I don’t want to sugarcoat what it means, to me, to be a “chaos witch.” A chaos witch is versed in just that—chaos. Chaos is marked by confusion, messiness, and unpredictability. The proverbial “shit storm.” How I became so familiar with it is a long story, longer than this post alone. It’s a story that… Continue reading
Chaos Witch Rising 