SoulWorx

22/12/2025

Eulogy to 2025

Healing is messy, unpredictable, ugly and mostly always deeply bloody...to the bone. There is no real instruction manual for the highs, the lows, the longing or the unspoken truths.

Meeting the Bone Mother, face to face taking off the armour and let trembling and truth meet at my broken feet.

Healing is not favoured to the rich or great but to the soul brave enough to bleed, to ugly cry, to break apart, again and again. To die over and over again, to eventually be rebirthed into something new. SomeOne new. Not in fanfare, no performance, only unchattered and new. Every vein that bleeds out making space for a lush vine, fertile and wildly free. It trails all the way up and all the way down. Rich, fertile and bearing fruit.

Every day.....the longing, searching, seeking, asking, praying, pleading....please make it stop....and then there...not far...here at my feet I find it....one more lost bone...one last missing note. I gather them one and all. Not long now....standing next to Laloba in the peacy dusk and the purple dawn....singing MY BONES all back to life, in love letters to the unconditional love of all that is....

2025....you were Magnificent! You showed me, ME. You showed me just how broken, whole, messy, cluttered, lost, and deeply beloved I am.... even sometimes a little delusional.....me believing in fairy tales....now I know they are only tales....told and written by our own hand in deep living....

And in writing this I see that God, Source, the Mother of all Mothers....the earth, the depths of Shadow, the Sacred Heart of this Universe loved so Unconditionally that even in my weakest moments you are here and I, the small minute, tiny human grain of sand is deeply, honestly seen, openly held and beloved. Never alone. Never unheld, never left to my own, sometimes, deeply destructive......you let me in....my free will...ever waiting for me to truly see the magnificent life force running through me. Love reflected in the eyes of a Soulsister....a message from a Friend...a client....just another Human....broken and so very whole.

You were at my first breath of life...the One where you my Source saying that you will stand next to me until I see....and then one day....receiving the last exhale of my humanness....you will still be here...next to me...my Soul...close....and I agreed. A trust so deep...not broken...but sure, safe and secure.

So this is my eulogy...my speech...my announcement...2025...your were Extra-ordinary...Unexpected....Broken and Whole...all at once...and in Divine Timing. No force...no expectation...only time...only space...letting me figure it out...what living...truly being alive, means. Soft, in Amazing Grace. You let me live...you let me fall....you let me be....untill I see...

I Bow in Reference to this year....2025...because even though at times I felt so broken and that I utterly and completely failed at life....Your eyes are on the sparrow and I know You watches over me.

Asante Sana, Namaste and Amen.

E-luna

05/12/2025

Yes. And yes

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27/11/2025

Final shedding to welcome in the horse of fire 2026...

07/11/2025

Every woman I know lives with at least one impossible longing.

The legendary love that never arrives.
The home she can feel but hasn’t found.
The version of herself she can taste but not quite touch.

And between where she is and where she’s going…there’s the waiting.

That maddening stretch of time when everything seems still and stagnant, but is secretly rearranging itself to meet her.

That’s when driftwood starts to appear.

Driftwood is the sacred debris of your next becoming. The proof that what you desire is already in motion, even if it hasn’t yet crashed to shore.

It’s those tiny, sacred fragments of your future washing up at your feet to remind you: you are not crazy, and you are not alone.

And the world is littered with it.

A scent that sweeps you back to a version of yourself that still believed.​​​
​​​​​​​An old friend reaching out the moment you finally decide to forgive her.
​​​​​​​A conversation overheard on the subway that uncannily names your next chapter.

Driftwood.

Every glance, every glitch, every near miss is the universe murmuring, “I heard you.”

It’s the cosmic breadcrumb trail, the flirtatious foreplay of manifestation itself.

But here’s the secret most women miss – driftwood only reveals itself to those who are awake enough to notice.

Most of us are too busy sulking over what hasn’t arrived to realize we’re knee-deep in proof that it’s coming.

We think it’s nothing.
We call it coincidence.
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We scroll right past our miracles because they’re wearing ordinary clothes.

But to live as a woman of desire is to train your eyes for driftwood. To treat every wink from the cosmos like a royal summons. To throw confetti for the smallest sign of movement.

Why?

Because celebration is the magnet that pulls the next wave closer.

And when you start to see life through that lens? Everything becomes a love letter from the divine.

A canceled plan that opens space for rest. Or a song that hits you right in the solar plexus. Or a stranger’s kindness when you were about to give up.

Each one, a splinter of evidence that the universe is flexing her muscles on your behalf.

That’s how you become a woman who lives in partnership with her power.

Not a woman waiting on the shores of her desire, naked and salty, scanning the horizon for a guarantee…but one who creates it by the way she worships every inch of the journey.

So, tell me, sisters…what’s washing up at your feet lately? What bits of driftwood are whispering your name?

Let’s name them. Celebrate them. Fan them into fire.

Because your future is already moving toward you – one wave, one clue, one shimmer at a time.

06/11/2025