I attended and hosted Kerri Basha’s Imaginal Playground. And let me tell you: it was nothing short of astounding.

I went in curious. I came out cracked open. Yes, I learned things. Deep things. But more than that, I felt things—emotions I’d nearly forgotten how to have. Not performative catharsis. Not spiritual bypassing dressed up in gauze and glitter. I mean the kind of raw, unfiltered feeling that makes you question whether you’ve been living in grayscale and someone finally turned the saturation up to eleven.

Kerrie Basha took me—and others—on an imaginal journey as part of the Women of Wisdom 25 Summit. Not the soft, feathered kind, but the kind that waits until your back is turned before it slices you clean through. The point of the journey was to meet your oracle. Not just any oracle—yours—the one that has waited just out of reach, behind veils of thought and breath.

I've never understood the cynicism that exists towards magical thinking. While realists and pessimists cry into their coffee and rationalists claim to only believe in what they can prove or debunk, there are those of us who cultivate a deep and abiding relationship to the imaginal.

In a world trying to become more empathic and compassionate, our oldest wounds still smart. In our charts this is Chironic territory, a vital learning curve that shapes and frames the human experience. All of us have this tender place, but fewer move beyond its militant protection to unlock the treasure inside it.

Because this is my birth-ing day, it seems entirely perfect to announce the arrival of my very first book baby.

Morsel, a collection of poems and tales, is due for release when the stars align in just a few short weeks!