a field report from the organized chaos of my creative space…
🌃Opening Transmission
🎂🎈 April Note: Someone had a birthday. More about that later.
✍🏻 Threads: Posts You May Have Missed
Women Who Stare at Walls (read on Substack)
→ Where the Shadows Keep Our Identities
→ When the Body Begins to Speak
Sevenlines (read on Substack)
→ The Ones Who Keep the Flame
→ We Trained In the Dark
→ Sevenline No. 20: Where the Real Things Grow
Paper Paint Blood (read on Substack)
Centarficus (read on Substack)
→ Women of the Star
→ The Psi Architecture of Hybrid Consciousness
✨ Featured Work: being a dark empath, an exploration into self…
I’m not the soft-lit healer you see in crystal shops or the eternally radiant energy worker.
I am a dark empath; one who has learned, through the cruelty of betrayal and the slow schooling of pain, that compassion without boundaries is self-destruction.
A dark empath is an embodied empath. I don’t just feel energy; I inhabit it, command it, and, when necessary, transmute it. I’ve survived long enough to understand the difference between rescuing and enabling.
♓ Did you celebrate Pi day? 3.14?
If the answer is yes, congratulations; you successfully celebrated my birthday. I am now slightly older, mildly wiser, and still suspicious of adulthood.
But if you forgot and are currently struck with unbearable guilt over not showering me with presents… don’t panic. I’ve made redemption wildly convenient. Just click below and restore your good standing.
🎨 Featured Art: Visual Work From the Gallery
Enigmatic Blue – collage art
⚙️Featured Object:
SCIENCE, bitches – journal
swag merch…
🎯My Target Focus
- Exhaling the first quarter
- Letting time move me forward lightly
- Continuing to do the work while trusting the process.
And just like that, the first quarter is closing its little spreadsheet in the sky.
An unexpected project wrapped itself up neatly, which is rare and mildly suspicious. Centarficus is still spilling out of my bones like it refuses to behave, and I am over here negotiating with both my calendar and my metabolism before summer shows up uninvited.
There’s something about April that demands decisions. Finish it. Ship it. Drop it. Write it. Put the fork down. Pick the pen up. Repeat.
If the year is a body, we’re finding a new rhythm. I’m keeping what builds me. Releasing what bloats me. Creating like I mean it.
Let’s see what this next quarter dares to bring.🔷
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