Welcome to My Stories

This is where my truth, dreams, intuition and testimony merge into medicine.

I have been through so many trials that even with all my spiritual gifts, I still didn’t feel equipped to assist others. I used to think people with gifts didn’t experience tribulations. Wrong.

What I judged as my ignorance or naivete was actually my training ground—a divine bootcamp for discernment and boundaries like a M.F.

Now I can see quite clearly with my spiritual eye what the physical ones tried to deny.

Yes, I used to wear rose-colored lenses. After all, I am a Pisces sun. But life quickly taught me that ignoring what Divine Spirit is putting right in your face will have you falling flat on your ass.

And as you can tell by now, my mouth can be spicy. I bless and I curse. I call it balance.

I don’t write with consideration for prudes. I write for liberation—for myself first.

There was a time where I cared too much about what other people thought of me. But that version of me is as obsolete as a phone book.

I’ve learned most folks don’t care about us as much as we think they do. They’re too busy wrestling their own stuff—unless, of course, they’re parasites. (But that’s a story for another time.)

Either way, it doesn’t pay to shrink for anyone when we have been wonderfully and uniquely made to be our expressive selves.

Trying to be who and what somebody else wants you to be is boring and exhausting AF.

So if you decide to stick around and read my stories and musings, that’s cool. If not, that’s cool too.

Just know this — every drop of tea here is written in truth, brewed in experience, and served with Southern Indigenous Girl Sass and a whole lot of grace.

If you find a bit of yourself in these stories, may you know you were never crazy — just called.

With Sweet Water and Holy Fire,