Welcome to My Homecoming 🌙

If you’ve been with me for years, welcome back.

If you’re new here, welcome in.

And if you’re me, reading this somewhere in the future, hi. Yes, I'll hug the littles (while they are still little) and snuggle Benny for you.

This space went dormant for a long time, but it wasn't because I stopped writing or expressing. I’ve just been doing so elsewhere; my journal, sporadic vlogs and coffee talks, yelling into the void, etc..

I've been flowing inside my own mind. Inside my own life. Inside the seasons that have reshaped me. Inside the deep transformation of motherhood. Inside the quiet rebuilding that happens when everything falls apart and you have to decide who you’re going to become next.

And now, finally, I feel ready to write again (or I have for a while, but I'm finally ready to do it again publicly).

Writing has always been my truest language. Before cameras and microphones. Before algorithms. Before any of this became a career. Pen and paper was the place where I could be soft and deep and honest without worrying about how it looked, felt or was recieved. It has always been my sanctuary. My outlet. The place where I can tell the truth before even knowing the truth myself. The place I connect to the deepest parts of me, and let it all flow from there.

I’ve missed sharing that version of expression. I’ve missed the intimacy. I’ve missed having one home where all the threads of my life come together and make sense. I’ve missed creating with deep, unfiltered presence. I’ve missed the girl who used to sit down and write her heart out and let it fly into the wind, knowing anyone could see it, but not caring because it felt FREEING. (And someone always did see it, and would tell me how much they needed it, which only lifted that freeing feeling to taller heights).

So I’m reopening this corner of the internet. But I'm no longer the girl who wrote the older archives here; I'm the woman she became.

I'm a mother (literally and in the soul stage sense). A creator. A softer but stronger soul. Someone who has walked through grief, postpartum shadows, stability storms, and spiritual upheavals that cracked me open in ways I didn’t expect. Someone who is healing with my heart wide open, trusting there is a reason and a purpose woven through it all.

This time, I’m not here to curate so much so as I am here to express. I want to invite you in, tell a story, share the feeling instead of polishing the image it creates. I am here to write things that don't always fit into captions, to build something that feels a bit more open, intentional, grounded, warm.

Should you decide to visit at any given time, this space will hold: open journals, short stories, my Coffee Talk notes, early snippets of the books I’m writing, seasonal living/motherhood/magic/healing, things I've created, and a general sense of my digital version of home.

I like to think this corner of the internet that I inhabit works best for the souls who are deep thinkers with soft hearts. The seasoned dreamers and seekers of truth, hope and inspiration who may also be quietly (or loudly, I love a bold soul) rebuilding too.

To my kozy (iykyk🥲) community who have supported me for so long, thank you, a million times over! Your steady presence has been a solid, steady heartbeat during the times I needed it most. I always felt like I'd create and express no matter what life threw at me, but in the times when I had no gas left in my tank, you were there. And you are so much a part of the reason I am now back here. To any souls possibly finding me for the first time, welcome to my cozy corner of the internet. I hope you find solace and refuge here in the wild web. And to the future version of me who will absolutely read this one day, I hope you recognize the woman you were becoming in these pages.

We’re (so) back. We’re different. We’re wiser.

And with so much light to share.

✨