11/13/2025
This Scorpio season I’ve been reflecting on the real, raw, deeply feminine badassery that is sitting in the dark.
I’m not afraid of the dark, but I’m still learning how to move through a world that often is. The descent has its own rhythm, its own language. It’s not about clawing your way toward the light; it’s about remembering how to breathe in the depths, to listen to what only silence can say.
One of the herbal allies I turn to in this season of darkness, grief, quiet, and stillness is Black Cohosh—a plant of the underworld and the feminine body. Said to guide rather than force, she teaches transformation through surrender, softness without collapse, and strength without rigidity.
I’m not trying to climb out of the inky dark right now. I’m in the belly of the earth, and I like it here. The soil is rich like velvet and the release is deep.
So, if you’re willing—pull up a seat and join me. Let’s honor the descent together.