Below is a mytho-poetic version of my life story, which I wrote in 2021 for my ordination as a Reverend Priestess of Isis and for me, communicates the visceral experience of my journey to where I am today.

I knew what it meant to be me when I was three. The trees whispered their secrets and wisdom freely.

Dancing, twirling, and singing tapped Source; gentle intuitive spirit matched by fiery will. I innately knew the power of my life force.

Born to Echo and Narcissus trapped in the mirror, Lady of Light appeared as Nemesis disguised.

Annihilation of Pneuma

Destruction of Psyche

Abandonment of Soma

My birthright was to descend, to know, to lose, and to find again.

The Key of Life bestowed before womanhood, a hidden clue of Her promise while still a maiden.

Tomes of magic and future sparked inner adventures that were worlds apart.

My companions were steeds of black, bay, and dapple gray; I found freedom upon their backs.

Black tendrils still constricted, and the voice of Ariel was lost and cracked.

New adventures awaited—a chance to escape. Ancient artifacts spoke in riddles, rekindling my symbolic taste.

My parts, like Osiris strewn about the cityscape, long nights and longer days; Dionysius’ potions extracted and debased.

Misplaced purpose

Senses dull

Pushing paper

And lacking Soul.

Enter Bast, purrs of hope; slice of spirit found in the Jungle Book.

Fire and brimstone, love torn apart.

Shadow Demeter, I awakened to masculine warped.

Persephone and Pluto’s duality dine, At The Center where East meets West, and where my body meets my mind.

Five suns separate from Zeus

The serpent opens my heart

The Tower falls when the Devil releases,

A holy restart.

Loving is She that breathes life into me; dormant seeds burst forth deep roots, my inner garden teeming.

As I move forward on this path, I dance with Winged Isis in all her forms. Those that I have known already in this life and never before.

To honor the fallow, the cyclical and hidden parts, the Key of Night coupled with its counterpart.

To serve those who haunt the Underworld fog, so they may see their own Spirit pointing the way out of the Shades bog.