I hope we get to see, I hope we get to sea...
hello Pisces season, will you please dream with me? 🌊✨
i’m a dreamer, a feeler
a hopeful revealer
of all that can be
if we listen and trust
the guidance in us deep—
the intuition, the soul,
the ways we’re here to flow
beyond the waves
and into the undertow.
so many stay shallow,
so many stay numb,
so many lose sight
of what could become.
but not me, you see—
I swim, I sink,
I allow my heart to think.
I allow my hips to breathe
and feel into my own depth.
once hollow, once bereft,
now found, now felt.
me and all my sensitivity—
my light, my truth,
my dark, my wounds,
my skin, my roots—
all of it living proof.
I’m here to rebel.
I’m here to move us beyond hell
and all that keeps us unwell.
I recall all my spirit brings—
my flesh, my wings.
I am here to dream.
I am here to soar.
Need I know nothing more?
we are here to create
a more divine-like place
in our hearts, in our minds—
none exempt, all life and humankind.
so I ask, and I hope—
can you please begin to dream?
can you please begin to feel?
can you find your way to heal?
so this world,
and all our lives,
even bigger than just this lifetime,
are so full, so free—
not just for you,
and not just for me,
but for all.
I hope I get to see…
I hope I get to sea…
I hope we get to see…
🌊💙✨🌊
I Hope We Get to See… I Hope We Get to Sea…
Hello dear community,
I am wishing you well and diligently dreaming—of a world where we are all well, held, heard. A world where we see, truly see, what this human experience is showing us. Through all the suffering. Through all the shallow. Through all the shattering—not just of our own hearts, but of our humanness. And yet—can this void be something else? Not the place where we get lost, dazed, disillusioned, but the space where beauty reveals itself? Like a kaleidoscope, shifting us toward what is possible when we heal, when we feel, when we let something more just, more joyful, be revealed.
Sometimes, when I write these things, I wonder—am I being elusive? Naïve? And then I remember where I am now. It wasn’t a springboard that got me here. It was the slow unraveling, the titration of grief and shame, heartbreak and blame. Compassion and truth, my only guide. And now, I know: healing is possible. We can shift. We can break free from the patterns that keep us captive to misery and madness— even when we don’t yet see them for what they are.
Just this Tuesday, we entered Pisces season. The 12th house. A time of endings— which really means a time of beginnings. A season of dreams, intuition, the unseen. A season that calls us into something greater than what has been. And as I’ve shared before, I am a Pisces, through and through. For so long, I thought I had to navigate this vast ocean alone. I thought I had to dilute my truth to accommodate the shallowness around me. But no more. My sensitivity is my strength. My big emotions are not here to drown me— they are here to rise me up. To guide me into my own consciousness, care, catalyst, and creation. And the thing is— I just want all of us to swim along.
There is so much happening in the world. So much to hold. Grief. Injustice. The deep ache of wanting things to be different. And yet, in the middle of it all, I return to one truth: I just want us well. I want to live in a world where we all have what we need. Where we are free to be who we were born to be. And I want to say, out loud, without hesitation— I trust what I feel. I trust what I know. I trust that dreaming is an act of courage. And actualizing those dreams? Following the YES— the yes that shouts and whispers, shapes and guides, even through turbulence, through friction, through trauma, through fiction— into the remembrance of all that can be.
These times are urgent. Can we slow down? Can we challenge the narratives that keep us in formation and instead, do as water does? Flow, baby. Flow. I find it strangely fitting— that as this season begins, I am forced to slow down. Just this Monday, my husband and I tested positive for COVID. And in two days, I turn 38. My twelfth birthday without my parents physically here. Twelve years. Sometimes I wonder how I ever found my way here, and how I became the her that I am now. And then I smile. Shake my head. Because it was both intentional and innate. I had to make the choice. I had to support that choice. And I had to recalibrate my trust— again and again— and return to my own inner knowing.
All so I could be here. Swimming in this sea of what can feel like great separation— just to return. Just to remember. Just to regain the radical, beautiful truth— I am never alone. I am never apart. And dear one, neither are you.
Sometimes, I wonder— has all of this prepared me? Has it given me the grit and the gifts, the hard and relentless lessons, so I wouldn’t drown in the divide of these times? Because I don’t know much. But I do know this: through all the sacrifice, the detachment, the alchemy of pain into purpose— a promise has been made.
A whisper in my heart sings so softly:
You will be free.
We will be free.
I will be free.
And so, I will keep creating. I will keep making space— for healing. For remembering. For belonging. Heaven to earth. Sea to sky. And all the depth, humanness, and Divinity in between. All in hopes that we see it. That we know it. That we actualize it into being. That is my birthday wish. That is my Pisces dream. That is my duty and discipline in this lifetime.
For one day, the whole of us will know— the very salve and softness of what it is to be free. And right now? We have the contrast. The before that will lead us to the after I willfully seek. No more isolation. No more indoctrination. Just the ability to be. To see. To find our way through.
That’s all I am here to do.
Yet I am one curious fish…
So tell me, dear one— what about you? ✨🐠
I’d love to hear from you—what’s stirring in you this season? What dreams are rising? What truths are calling you forward?
Drop a comment below, share a feeling, a thought, a dream—big or small. Let’s be in this sea together.
Please stay tuned about Saturday practice at The Hive (2/22)
I am so hopeful to hold space with all of you for my birthday, but I want to be transparent: If I’m still experiencing COVID symptoms, I will not be able to hold practice. While I would love nothing more than to be with our beautiful community, I know that resting and prioritizing my well-being is the responsible choice—for myself and for all of us.
I dream of a world where we can be well, where we don’t feel pressured to show up when we’re not feeling our best. Unfortunately, our culture often expects us to push through, but I’m committed to creating environments where we can truly care for one another and honor our bodies. That’s what The Hive and my work are all about—spaces for healing, for non-harm (ahimsa, baby!), and for collective care.
So, as I continue to rest and take care of myself, I encourage you to do the same. I’ll let everyone know tomorrow evening (2/21) whether we’ll be holding practice. Please stay tuned for updates, and thank you so much for your patience and understanding. I look forward to connecting with you all—when the time is right.