Digital Diary

Digital Diary #9 (Part 2): Remembering the Rainbow, 4-22-2025 Dancing in the portal between spaces 🌀🌀🌀🌀🌀 𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘢𝘸 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘬. 𝘒𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵, 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥- 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘥. 𝘌𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘍𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸, 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴- 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮: 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘓𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴 𝘪𝘯, 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮. 🌱🦋🌀🌅

Digital Diary #9 (Part 1): Becoming the Rainbow, 4-22-2025 It’s been so fulfilling to come back to my art. I didn’t realize how much I missed the freedom of creating and connecting to myself through that process. I do it all the time with my tattoo clients and forgot I needed that one on one time with myself too. I’m excited to continue working on these older unfinished pieces and bring them to life with the new energy of my current self🌈🌻🌌

Digital Diary #9: Early morning conversations with myself, 4-15-2025 I’ve realized I’m the only true early bird in my house-and that’s not to say everyone else sleeps in. My whole family gets up early and it’s calm, gentle and quiet. When when I wake up, just like the birds outside, I’m ready to have a full-blown conversation…like I wasn’t just knocked out for the past 8 hours🤣 It actually works out beautifully for my digital diary entries. The mornings have become a space to talk to myself, reflect on my dreams, or explore whatever’s bubbled to the surface post-rest. Hanging out with myself, making art, journaling, dreaming, and drinking cacao-this has become my new routine, and I’m SO grateful. Have a great now🫶🏽🌈🦋🌅

Digital Diary #8: The Art of showing up for yourself, 4-12-2025 When I made this video I was so deeply rooted in my truth-it felt so good, so free. But my mind couldn’t understand why I had to post my crusty, just woke up self😂 So I let my sleep on it… This morning, I woke up at 5:55am to the word: whistleblower. The universe was calling me out. I can’t stand on the edge of my truth. (I can’t save my butt and my face too) I have to dive in. So, crusty or not here I come🌱 When I reread my poetry I usually find that I hide messages that land exactly when my future self is able to hear… 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖 𝙫𝙞𝙧𝙪𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨? 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭. 𝘉𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘈𝘴 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘙𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘰, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸- 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘷𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸- 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘥, 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦- 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳… 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦. Happy Sunday🫶🏽🌈🦋🌅

Digital Diary #6: You are the author of your own story, 4-1-2025 Two pieces from my digital diary, shared together as my truths continue to merge into one. The cracks of the tower were really the fissures of the current reality breaking open, a portal into the unknown just waiting to be explored. Most of my poetry comes through like a whisper, that I can only hear when my mind is quiet and my heart is open to the flow🌀 𝘼 𝙢𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙣 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧:
As you begin to chip away at the plaster
that encases the spirit within,
you’ll find that it feels
like falling from grace-
like you committed a sin. All the narratives you thread
through your ever changing skin,
unravel like old books
passed down from your kin. Loose pages will drift
and fly away with the wind,
and all you’ll be left with
is what was hidden within. 
The closest you’ll feel to source. What’s a book with no binding,
no pages for finding,
no chapters reminding.
Just a new story, waiting to unfold.
Pure energy for your new self to mold-
a story your truest self foretold. As @erykahbadu would sing…𝘗𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘨𝘰 Have a great now🌈🦋🌌🌱🌟

Digital Diary #5: The body doesn’t lie, 3-28-2025 Quick post before I go MIA and run around climbing trees all weekend🌱 I love when insight comes through in humorous ways. Sensitivity is a super power and our body holds the blueprint to our health. All we need to do is connect with our unique ways of listening. I hope you all have a great weekend and enjoy the solar eclipse tomorrow🌞🦋💫

Digital Diary #4: Liminal Space, 3-23-2025 I made this video not because I have answers, but because I want to share what it’s like for me to move through the space between endings and beginnings. I can feel the pull to my next space, my next leap into the unknown. I have no idea the how, the where, the why. That is my mind trying desperately to keep this version of myself alive. But my heart is not scared of death, of transition, of the unknown. I’ve learned that the heart is the compass to our truth and the mind a tool of our survival. This video is an opportunity to witness myself and I’m sharing it for anyone else standing on the edge of their becoming, too❣️ I’m learning not to care
about things that were never inherently fair.
I’m no longer a victim of fear;
I’ve learned it was here
to help me hear. The space in between
my truth and my mask-
the deep wells of my spirit,
spread far and vast. Climbing the rocky mountains of self,
fear wanted me still, pretty on the shelf.
A perfect doll, made of other people’s dreams;
I danced so pretty while my insides screamed. Echoes of who I used to be
bursting from the seams.
The palms of my hands,
torn and scratched-
from ripping apart my old act. I found myself again
in the darkness of the end,
and planted the seed of life
so I could live again. This new skin, vulnerable and soft-
the death of my old self,
the final cost. Thank you for reading, for listening, for witnessing. I’ll still be operating as usual for now and will keep you all updated as this next chapter unfolds🌀🌈🦋🌌🌱

Digital Diary #3 (Part 2): Recovering from the Mask, 3-19-2025 Continuing the theme of contraction to expansion. I have so much gratitude to the pain, the resistance, the friction that sparked the fire in my soul. How it got my feet dancing on the hot coals and led me to question all that I know. Even amidst the chaos that we still see externally, our ancestors fought for the world we live in now-a world where I can speak so freely. In the noise of it all, you may realize nothing really matters at all…and maybe, you are being given the opportunity to fall and rebuild without walls. Pain and pleasure have long danced together. Dare to walk through the intensity of your souls density and you might find your wildest dreams waiting on the other side.🦋 With clear eyes, I see
The strings of fate that tie you to me. Visions of days spent,
Saturated in pure unpleasantness. Roots rotting-decayed,
Tethered to an old sense of state. 
Set free from society,
Chained, left out to dry. I find myself lost in its guise,
Yet, my heart beats despite the pain.
As I shed away the old decay,
A new seed sprouts from the mud where I lay. A lotus, reaching for the night sky,
A bloom that lasts but a moment in time.
Who am I to relinquish the lies? Here and now, I dawn a new era,
Crowning my head with the wisdom of pharaohs.
And with clear eyes, I see
The woven truth of who I’ll always be. 🌀🌈🦋🌌🌱

Digital Diary #3 (Part 1): Contraction before Expansion, 3-19-2025 This is a poem I wrote during one of my more painful periods. Just like death there is such a taboo about talking about a woman’s cycle and I’ve come to realize it’s because they go hand in hand. Both are symbols of transformation. Both have so much to teach us and both can free us from the illusions of a reality that doesn’t align with our hearts. Current circumstances Dictate I lie beneath the shades of my uterine pain. Another opportunity to shed the parts of me that ask to be set free. Past memories of who I used to be warring to flee. My body gripped tightly to protect me from me. Contraction and release,  Contraction and release, Old blood surges out as I’m brought to my knees.  Ancient as the roots of the oldest tree Entering the dark depths of my soul’s toiling sea. Current circumstances Usher me through another rebirth of me. And in the stillness between I find I’m able to see, the truth that my soul came here to be. With every contraction-pain my lasting companion. She cradles me as I shed in abandon. Closer to source my branches reach, grounded with roots that run ever so deep. A force of love so beautiful-I weep. Current circumstances guide me closer to me. 🌀🌈🦋🌌🌱🌞

Digital Diary #2: We are all going to die, so why not live? 3-14-2025 Still feeling the resistance to these posts, but I see the thread and I’m grabbing it and holding on tight! I originally planned to post once a week, but I’ve decided that’s the bare minimum. If I feel the call, I’m not ignoring it anymore. Reminder after reminder keeps hitting me: life won’t wait for us. The only guarantee at the end of this journey is that we will die, so why not choose to live bravely and curiously along the way? No matter what path we choose there will always be resistance and discomfort. I might as well choose the path that lights me up. The gold was never at the end of rainbow; it is in the joy of chasing it 🌈🌟