Bone & Sky
earth, cosmos, body, and the liminal spaces in between
Hi, I’m so glad you’re here.
Bone and Sky was the first body of work I shared with the world, a living archive of earlyessays, mythic reflections, and personal threads from a potent chapter of becoming.
This space holds the original roots of my writing — tender, raw, and still alive. I continue to return to them, and sometimes I bring newer pieces here too, to live among the bones.
These days, most of my writing happens over at Tending the Wild Root: a field of letters and essays in devotion to the sacred body, to descent, and to the slow return of what’s real. It’s a space for those who feel the ache of distortion in their bones, and who long to remember what was buried beneath performance, mastery, and mimicry.
You’re welcome to walk both paths. They’re made of the same soil.
Bone and Sky was my first signal. Tending the Wild Root is where the frequency continues.
The Invisibility Wound Has a Name
When I finally stopped performing and listened to the ache beneath the silence, my grandfathers came through. This piece is a devotion to the invisible lineage that shaped me—and the ritual I created to give them back their names.