The Voyager

“If you wanna hear God laugh, just tell him your plans.” I don’t know who originally quoted this, but an old coworker buddy of mine, who passed away last September, told me this after our small mom-and-pop employer got bought out by a larger corporate business. The aftermath of this buyout led to a year

Me and You, and You and Me

Father, Son, Holy Spirit, Amen. The Holy Trinity. Growing up as a Catholic, I was taught to say this before and after every single prayer, when I prayed the Holy Rosary, dipped my hand in Holy Water before and after each weekly Mass, and too many other instances to list here, all while doing the

Aletheia

I’m a tattoo virgin, but back in 2009, I seriously considered getting the word “truth” printed somewhere on my body. I never went through with it, but I still feel an incredibly strong connection to that word, and it’s crazy how its personal meaning has evolved so much since then. But man, you guys, talk

Born This Way

I came out of the closet! Nope, not that one. A few months ago, I cleaned out a broom closet to create my work and meditation space, where I wouldn’t be disturbed and could do all my “weird”, sacred spiritual practices in one designated spot. It’s where I keep my crystals, candles, journals, incense, oracle/tarot

Let Your Soul and Spirit Fly into the Mystic

I speak so much about giving fear the middle finger, and I deeply believe in that. But right now, I’m really struggling with it. I’m struggling hard. Family has been such a huge part of my life, and I’ve conformed a lot of my life to my upbringing. Over the past few years, however, I’ve

Spiraling in Synchronicities

Where in Sam Hill did this year go? Like seriously…wtf? This year for me has been ca-ray-zy, to say the least. But at least growth has come from it all, eh? Dzamn. So anyway, is anyone setting any intentions for 2022? I have never really been one for New Year’s resolutions. They always seemed superficial

Step Up or Step Aside

My vocabulary sucks. It’s kind of embarrassing. I can string some words together somewhat coherently if I feel like it, and I’d like to think I have good grammar, but my vocabulary is on the level of about a 14-year-old. If I wasn’t a math nerd, my SAT score would’ve been even more embarrassing than

Labor Day Lifestyle

A couple months ago, I wrote about how I quit my job. Welp. Yeah. I did that again. *shrugs* No worries. Once again, I know, without a doubt in my being, that I did the right thing. I’ll be all right. This new job fell into my lap almost immediately after I put in my

Codependent Independence

Imagine little 23-year-old Jen, gettin’ down in her Camry to some “Independent Women” by Destiny’s Child. The shoes on my feet, I bought ’emThe clothes I’m wearin’, I bought ’emThe rock I’m rockin’, I bought it‘Cause I depend on me, if I want it… Giiiirrrll, I’ll throw my hands up at chu! Okay, I didn’t

Won’t You Help to Sing These Songs of Freedom?

This year’s Independence Day felt weird to me. Did it for anyone else, or am I the only one who felt super off and un-celebratory about the land of the free? *gasp* How unpatriotic! Whatever. Hear me out. Even though they have absolutely nothing to do with this post, I have to preface with these