ancestry

  • When the Seed Does Not Bloom in Plain Sight 🌱✨

    Lately I have been sitting with a quiet realization — one that feels both ancient and immediate. It began as a contemplation of the parable of the seeds:some falling on rocky ground,some on dry soil,some on fertile earth. But instead… Continue reading

    When the Seed Does Not Bloom in Plain Sight 🌱✨
  • 🏛️ The Myth That Keeps Rebuilding Itself

    New Templar States, New Jerusalems, New Atlantean Dreams There is a myth that refuses to stay buried. It rises under different names, different flags, different gods — but it always carries the same promise: A purified world.A restored order.A people… Continue reading

    🏛️ The Myth That Keeps Rebuilding Itself
  • Ke-tu-rah 🌬️Life as Fragrance Now

    Most people meet Keturah only as a footnote. Abraham’s other wife.After Sarah.After the covenant.After the drama. She’s treated like an appendix to a life already lived. But names tell the truth scripture often hides. Ke-tu-rah means incense.Fragrance.Smoke rising.Scent without form.… Continue reading

    Ke-tu-rah 🌬️Life as Fragrance Now
  • When the Ashes Come Home

    🌒🕯️ There are moments that don’t arrive with fireworks or fanfare.They arrive quietly.Almost casually.And yet everything inside you knows: this is exact. Yesterday, I was told I can prepare to receive my mother Gloria’s ashes. Almost a year later. 49… Continue reading

    When the Ashes Come Home
  • Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss

    The Call that Changed Everything… February 5, 2025 I looked over at the dining table.My heart dropped, and simultaneously began to race,as my youngest son’s voiceseemed to fade into silence.A silence replaced bya once-familiar ringtone —now strangely foreign.A ghost note.A… Continue reading

    Healing Through Grief: Embracing Complicated Loss
  • The photo frame without a face…

    The Unknown, The Unnamed, The Forgotten, The Exiled… This empty frame is a threshold within my altar. It is the breath between names, the silence between stories. It is where absence is made sacred. And this I say:🕯️ To the… Continue reading

    The photo frame without a face…