I wrote what I didn’t realize would be a love poem, what I didn’t realize would help me redefine the erotic, what I didn’t realize could be so healing…

The other night, Daniel Johnston’s “True Love Will Find You in the End” came up on my Spotify, and I was IMMERSED. This song has been covered by many artists including Beck, Wilco, The Flaming Lips, Crybaby, and Headless Heroes.

I just started playing the song while I’m writing now because I love to cry when I write (lolsob).

My myth begins with reflection of ritual, family, and the land through my story. I’ve shifted from not having an altar to creating my own. From having no daily ritual to feeling “off” if I didn’t remember to revere my ancestors, and myself, in the morning.

My healing story is a love story, and, really, so is everyone’s. I love to think about it in this way because it show how, at the core, there is always love in the bell of humanity: love for ourselves, love for others, love of the Earth, even when it doesn’t seem like it.

Welcome to my new blog: Your Healing Story is a Love Story…

Can you just sit with this blog name for a moment? How does this name feel in your heart? Your bones? Your flesh?