I tried to compress myself into a carousel this week. Since Aries season, I’ve been trying to post on Instagram. I sat in front of the screen. Typed a few words. Deleted them. Typed again. Changed the font. Deleted everything. I gave up. Again. I want to start there, with that cringe, because I think it's not a productivity problem. I think it's my nervous system knowing when the container is too small for what it carries. Later that same day, I went looking for a practitione

I. The Exhausted Healer I was scrolling through my feed last week when I saw it. A somatic therapist, my age, working in the same territory of the body and trauma that I have devoted my life to, had taken her own life. I sat with that for a long time. I didn't know her, but I recognized the landscape she was working in. The particular exhaustion of holding other people's pain as a profession, and the invisible weight it accumulates over years. In my last article, I wrote abou

This New Moon on May 16, 2026 is a mythic confrontation with one of the oldest psychic structures of civilization, a story so ancient we stopped recognizing it as a story at all. It is a story about violation, about power, and about what happens when a culture punishes the wounded instead of the wound itself. Perseus with the Head of Medusa by Benvenuto Cellini High in the constellation of Perseus, there is a star that dims and brightens every three days as though it is breat