I sleep to the digitally enhanced sound of thunderstorms. I love the strange comfort the rolling rumble brings, like a weighted blanket for an afternoon nap; but I haven't heard it in its natural state for years as its growl doesn't reach this far up north like it did in the sultry summers of my... Continue Reading →
I began a new journaling practice I learned about online called 'morning pages' where you write at least three pages in a journal, long-hand, first thing in the morning. It's a way to clear out the clutter in your head before you start the day. I have been doing this for six days now and... Continue Reading →
I remember when I was a child I would hear someone say my name in the middle of the night. I would wake up to darkness in my bedroom, but then would feel a sense of dread and that I was being watched from the shadows. I couldn't move my body but my eyes bolted... Continue Reading →
She is an infernoWith flames from Her fingers.Her bones are kindling forHer own fuel.She leaves embers in Her footfalls,Smoke with every breath.Burning bridges and eating the ashes,She grazes on the fields of Her past. Palms that produce white-hot magma, And you harden under Her grasp.She is a wild fire that consumes the hearth of your... Continue Reading →
CW: Brief talk of suicidal ideation I’ve always been a loner. Sounds cliché, I know, but it’s true. I joke all the time about my introverted ways, laugh at memes about how quiet we are, how we flake out of plans at the last minute, and am sometimes proud of the fact that I can... Continue Reading →
When I started learning Tarot, I would scour Pinterest for spreads. I had used the site to collect recipes when I was a vegan, and it now helps me in my Tarot and witchcraft. I have collected recipes for teas, spells, and infusions (the elderberry liqueur was delicious; definitely making that again). Upon my search... Continue Reading →
Two nights ago, I drowned. It’s one of my worst fears, to drown in dark water and not knowing what lurks around me as I struggle to break through the surface. I didn’t experience the drowning, though, only dreamed it, but even in the dream I didn’t feel myself dying. There were pictures of me... Continue Reading →
There is a small nature park in my town that consists of a cluster of trails. It sits just outside the noisy traffic of rush hour and the light rail is nearby to take commuters to and from work. Even though it's not totally in the wilderness, I enjoy walking these trails from time to... Continue Reading →
In my post on December 9, I talked about completing and winning NaNoWriMo 2020, something I never thought I could ever accomplish. The challenge seemed daunting to me because I had never taken on one that huge, and I never fleshed out the idea that I had for my novel. It proved to be quite... Continue Reading →
I told my therapist last week that I felt proud of myself for the first time in years because I challenged myself and succeeded. I rarely give myself a pat on the back as, like many creatives, I am my own worst critic. I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year because I would have the... Continue Reading →
Mysti Gayle 