Rather than tell you about my transition from 2025 to 2026, I'll tell you how that transition reflects the greater transition of who I am today, and how I became it. My teen and college years were wrought with "no's," "anti's," and "against's." After an upbringing of embracing being an outcast, my adulthood has surprisingly... Continue Reading →
No individual in my life has shown me the meaning of success more than my mom has. She has taught me not only how to be successful, but how to develop my own idea of what it even means to be successful. She raised my younger brother and I with (probably too much) liberty, did... Continue Reading →
A quick study in Pink honors the April Full moon, pink Spring flowers, the woman's experience, and my next read: the Sherlock series. The April full moon is called the Pink moon because of this time frame's blossoming of the many-named plant; the phlox subulata, creeping phlox, moss phlox, most commonly referred to as "moss... Continue Reading →
Well, Ostara is already here, and it seems like Imbolc was just yesterday. That's two whole months ago! But hey, we're glad for it, because we've been looking forward to the Oden Brewing Spring Equinox Festival 2023 for months now. And by we I mean me and my seven personalities. Obligatory flyer to give you... Continue Reading →
Our celebration of Imbolc was a throbbing bubble of creative energies at the first GSOVIBES Art Club! We honored fertility, healing, femininity, one another, and ourselves via collage, coloring, painting, drawing, and more. Can't wait for the next one! The next GSOVIBES Art Club will be towards the end of February, and the upcoming Trash... Continue Reading →
My first digital flyer for GSOVIBES events 🙂 Our first GSOVIBES Art Club will be themed for the upcoming Pagan holiday Imbolc, which focuses on healing and fertility. The event will take place at the Swamp House on Saturday, January 21st from 6 PM till midnight. If you are interested in attending this event, please... Continue Reading →
Some mornings I wake up and sense that the fae are playing tricks on me. Then I realize, I am a fae; perhaps I am playing tricks on myself. Today has been one of those days. I could not for the life of me find my phone, the cinnamon, my watch, or my knife. Nonetheless,... Continue Reading →
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