The Trees Spoke to Me! (with cemetery photos)

The tree told me exactly where I needed to go in the cemetery that matched the idea I had in my head for the shoot. How did it tell me? I'm glad you asked! It put the images in my head. It told my body where in the cemetery it was. Instead of saying, "Take a left on the second path", it put the coordinates in my body. I didn’t need directions cos I already knew where it was. I thanked the tree and went on my way.

Bellow WingFebruary 1, 2025bellow wing, blog, trees, sound healing, energy, talking to trees, cemeteries, spirits, gothComment

Grieving Into the Ocean

I had known for a long time that this phone call was going to happen. Sadly, it was never a matter of "if" only a matter of "when".

Being Off Social Media For Two Months Has Been Amazing.

When I stop putting the thing in front of me that repeatedly tells me that I should or could be doing more, I "magically" stopped thinking those things. Like..they literally just dropped off the fucking radar. Suddenly, what I was doing was enough and…AND…I WAS FUCKING CONTENT WITH THAT!!

Personal Process Stuff, kicking assBellow WingNovember 30, 2019social media, bellow wing, stress reliefComment

I Was Putting Naked Pictures of Myself Up Around Town

Well, I meant for this to be a short blip about how lovely the wind blowing my skirt around felt while putting naked pictures of myself up around town. But it was probably more about human connection and the things I do to try to create space for more of that

Bellow WingAugust 10, 2019bellow wing, bellow wing blog, vulnerability, eye contact, performing, on fire, owning your power, play, travel, lonelinessComment

Why I Fucking Swear A Lot in My Blog

This is my goddamned blog and my shit emotional process. If I sensor myself in these environments, I'm in deep trouble. If I'm not allowed as many fucking F-bombs as I need, you can bet your sweet ass that I'm holding back other shit as well.

About Life After My Assault Three Years Ago

No assault details are in this post. Some mention of types of abuse.

He couldn’t set me free. I had to do that. I had to set us both free. After several tries, I had to cut cords and say "no", no. matter. what. He still cant set me free and I still have to keep that door closed. And you know what, the fucking truth is that I've considered reopening that door a time or two. (“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!” you all scream) Ya..well…I'm being fucking honest.

Post Travel Depression Fog

I'm in the thickest of fogs, not quite sure when I entered and at this exact moment, collecting myself after losing my shit, totally lost in the middle of it. And yet..I'm still in the middle of it. I think the hard part may be that I have no idea where I am in relation to..ANYTHING! I'm just…sort of…here.

depression, travelBellow WingJuly 4, 2019bellow wing, depression, travel, woo, badass woman, sadness, unknown, personal, journal, adventure, cant make sense, its happeningComment

I am a Badass, with Equal Parts Soft, Squishy and Vulnerable

The only way to be an honest to goodness, legit badass is to be equally as vulnerable and open about it.

My top two love languages are Words of Affirmation and Quality Time. I connect so naturally with written words and in one-on-one scenarios. Here, on my blog, you get both of those from me while I set free all of this substance rattling around inside my head and heart.

Enjoy, my loves!