09/19/2025
In these unsteady and deeply disturbing times we’re living through, it’s essential to tend to our inner light — and find ways to keep it glimmering in the darkness, no matter what.
Dear ones, please do not allow these small-minded, hateful, frightened people to shrink your glow. I completely understand the instinct to want to hide away, go to ground, and just become invisible right now.
I want to hold the difference between protecting our peace, & our inner world — against letting ourselves disappear or be forced to the margins.
The equinox and this eclipse season are strongly highlighting the need for balance and equilibrium, along with both nuance and clarity.
For anyone that grew up in households or lived in situations with a lot of unpredictable anger, violence, and erratic emotional abuse, your survival mode may be telling you to go to ground, shut down, or find ways to numb and dissociate.
I get that, very much (unfortunately) — and I know how triggering it can be for the people in power to be so hellbent on making this beautiful world more terrible, difficult, s**tty, dangerous, and expensive — especially for the most vulnerable folks among us.
It’s fu***ng DARK, y’all. And when it gets really dark like this, I feel moved to offer a very tender reminder to any of you similarly feeling intense anxiety and even despair right now to cup both hands around the candle flame that is your wild and precious heart, okay?
Protect yourselves from the rage-a-thons and bleak-bait. Take a break from the horrors when you need to — I promise there will be fresh baked maggoty buns of misery and doom on offer for us all tomorrow!
Do what you need to do to keep your light going — even if it feels wavery and flickery.
Just don’t let them blow you out, or make you think your fire is irrelevant. It’s actually one of the things they’re most afraid of.
Regimes that feed off of cruelty and despair will try to eat your spirit, if you let them. Do not let them. Find your defiant hope within, with blood-stained teeth and feral laughter.
Find your vulnerable, raw, golden magic — and burnish it to hot flame to keep you warm on cold nights and the soul’s long dark winters.
Store up your good memories, your best jokes, your warmest friendships in the root cellar of your heart — like barrels of hazelnuts, or jars of pickled beets.
Add some spice in there, too — ginger, and cayenne, to go with your salt and vinegar. Don’t make yourself more palatable, more bland. Let them pucker, and spit you out whole.
I see your fierce bravery, your tremulous eyes, and bright candle this is the defiant hope of your existence. And I’m here, holding your hand. Flaming my light to join with yours.
ARTWORK: The Dweller in the Innermost, by George Frederic Watts.
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