Pisces Midheaven

Self-Portrait in Mazunte, Mexico. Pre entering into silence for 20 days.

I remember telling my mom when I'd realized I can never put another person inside me to see and feel something exactly as I do.

I felt melancholic.

Then inspired. I get to refine a language with life - one that only I can learn.

Some things just don't make sense in a way that is five-sensory sensible.

And some things just make complete, perfect sense.

Why does it feel so icky to try and ration with intuition?

Intuition doesn't respond to why. It's not causal.

Its incomprehensibleness is its beauty. It simply is.

I was blessed with the karma of being born to a mom who trusts me—my intuition, the way I move through life. I don’t ask why. I just say thank you. And continue trusting the mystery.