Pilgrimage to Here ~ Creative Musings ~
Pilgrimage to Here ~ Creative Musings ~
Pilgrimage to Here
Creative MusingsI weave myth with everyday life, writing about the highs and lows of midlife thresholds, burnout, and embracing yourself.
Each post is an offering on the altar of becoming.
She is calling me home
With a frame drum in my ears and sunlight on my skin, this is a temple-threshold piece about giving my fear to the Muse, trusting ancient guidance and letting her call me home to my sacred work.
Returning to Centre
Sitting in a freshly reclaimed office after burnout, this piece turns decluttering into an act of remembering. I uncover old longings, devotions and echoes of every version of myself so I can return to centre.
Pilgrimage to Here
What if I stopped trying to be there and decided—wholeheartedly, devotedly—to be here?
The old woman, the mountain, and the time that is always now
Visioning an old woman on a Greek mountainside, this midlife threshold piece sits between abyss and summit, listening for what turning 50 reveals and remembering that the path is already beneath my feet.
The Minotaur Within
Hummingbirds, lakes and failed aurora hunts lead into a Samhain meditation on Pasiphaë and the Minotaur, telling the story again so the monster in the labyrinth becomes a shadow you can hold with love.
A road where all conversations meet
Apple strudel, tulsi tea, phoenix oil and an underworld love story weave into this reflection on meeting each other on the road after descent and slowly climbing back to life.
Feeling the pull of a threshold
From Atlantic cliffs to Greek waves and Delphi’s oracle, this is a threshold piece about listening to the world, letting go of what you cannot hold and answering the ancient call to know yourself.
She grows from the ground up
From sunflowers and dead fawns to lost oceans and the myth of Clytie and Helios, this is a tender story of leaving Cape Breton, grieving what was and slowly growing from the ground up again.
A red thread
Red threads, dolphins and ancient temple doors frame this full-moon letter about betrayal, rebirth and remembering that you are a deep well of healing with a voice that is your own.
Navigating Life's Edges
From Atlantic cliff edges and Fool-card leaps to a lush inner garden, this piece is about stepping back from crumbling ground and learning to become the gardener of your own life.
Rainbow Connection Love
A full-moon love note about living in devotion to everyday magic, softening into kindness and remembering the rainbow thread of connection that holds us when life feels heavy.
The theatre company I forgot I started
A remembered Shakespeare-in-the-park company becomes a reminder that some of our best creations begin as uncensored inspiration, a brave idea over lunch and a little bit of nerve.