“You’re so good with words.”

The February full moon speaks to me in a way that feels written in my bones—deep, cyclical, and inevitable. As a spiritual Native woman, as a Pisces who feels everything like the tides being pulled by the moon, this time is sacred. It’s Mkwa Giizis, the Bear Moon, a time for introspection, healing, and quiet transformation. The mother bear rests in her den, carrying new life, just as I carry my own dreams and changes within me, waiting for the right moment to emerge.

Lately, the topic of my spirituality—or lack of religion—keeps coming up. I don’t feel the need to justify my beliefs, but I do feel the need to vent. People have endless questions but rarely want to listen. So here it is.

I’ve been reflecting a lot lately on the kind of relationship I truly want, IF I ever decide to cross that bridge again and I’ve realized it’s not just one thing. It’s a delicate balance of dynamics that reflect the best of what love can be. Passion, loyalty, adaptability, joy, and something deeper—something unnameable that exists beyond the surface. Love, to me, is like the five elements: fire, earth, water, air, and spirit. Each brings a vital quality to a relationship, and together, they form a connection that’s whole, dynamic, and profoundly fulfilling.

For empaths, life is a story written in two profound phases: naive innocence and awakened strength. Each phase shapes us, transforms us, and ultimately defines who we are. I’ve walked both paths, and in doing so, I’ve discovered a version of myself I never thought possible.

Loyalty, what is it to you? What does it mean to you? Is it important you? All of this began with a quote “The true test of loyalty is not what someone will do for you, but what they will give up.

Because so many people think this is appropriate behavior I'm putting it all on blast right now...it's 2025, I'm a big girl with a busy life and I don't owe anyone anything! 

There’s a certain kind of intelligence that pulls me in, one that doesn’t come from textbooks or polished résumés. It’s not about credentials or the size of someone’s paycheck—I couldn’t care less about any of that. What I’m drawn to is someone who makes me think in ways I haven’t before, someone whose words sit with me long after the conversation has ended. It’s in those moments when their thoughts start to interlace with my own, changing my perspective and making me see the world a little differently.

As the calendar inches closer to my birthday, I find myself caught in a familiar emotional tug-of-war—equal parts hope and dread, excitement and fear. There are 27 days left until the day that marks another trip around the sun, and while most people might see it as a time for celebration, I’m over here battling a decade’s worth of baggage tied to this one day.

If I had to choose, I’d rather have a Hades in my life than a Zeus. There’s a magnetic pull to the idea of a love that doesn’t just shine brightly in the moment but burns steadily, enduringly—like embers that refuse to die even in the darkest of nights.

Social media is a curated gallery of moments, isn’t it? A glimpse of my life through the lens I choose to show you. But what’s beyond the frame? That’s where the real story is—one I don’t often share.

Sometimes, life throws us into situations where we’re forced to reveal parts of ourselves we prefer to keep tucked away. It’s not about losing control; it’s about asserting boundaries when someone tests you past the point of return.