๐ October, In Between
I feel like I closed my eyes and September went by. There must have been a reason for that, right? Some of you might know that I went back to…
A space for stories from the heart โ personal journeys, family and generational experiences, behind-the-scenes glimpses, and moments of insight. Here, reflections explore the threads that connect memory, creativity, growth, and the everyday magic of being human.
I feel like I closed my eyes and September went by. There must have been a reason for that, right? Some of you might know that I went back to…
This August I was confronted with the promise I made during Imbolc: commitment to family. I have written before about generational trauma, about how it can silence and isolate us,…
Internalised misogyny is an old spell cast by a world that punishes women for their power and rewards them for shrinking. It shows up subtly in judgments, in rivalries, in…
The complex dynamics we come from shape who we become as adults. Generational trauma isnโt just about the pain we endureโitโs the weight of the past pressing down on the…
This is a post about the Fire of Bloom At my core, my life force is oriented toward meaning, growth, and truth seeking. I need the why behind things. I…
As February folds itself away, we pause to gather the threads it left in our hands. We felt it was important to tie a few knots before stepping forward. Safety,…
Today is Imbolc: not yet spring, but no longer waiting. With today, January 2026 comes to a close. January was about winter care, slow beginnings and emotional grounding. February will…
In the last months of 2025, I was recalibrating. Those months were shaped by an ongoing reframing of anxiety and a softening of perfectionism, themes I had explored openly at…
Hi, My name is Bloom. This marks the debut blog post of our website. As we continue to construct and refine our platform, it's essential to provide a fitting introduction…