Writings from the Spiral Path…

In this space, I share my personal poetry, insightful essays, and channeled transmissions as they arrive. My writing flows from the deepest place in my soul; it touches the root of the things most people are afraid to see, remember, or say out loud.

A painterly illustration of a young woman with long flowing hair settling on ivy covered stones, writing by the warm glow of lantern light-evoking the wavy of writing as devotion, the spiral path as sacred, and words and a healing force.

I write because the spiral asks me to. Because the words come whether I’m ready or not — in meditation, in moonlight, in the middle of grief, in the middle of joy. I write about shadow and soul and the tender, unglamorous work of becoming whole. I write the things I needed someone to say to me when I was still learning to trust my own voice.

Where shadow speaks to soul, and healing charts it’s own path.

You’re welcome to sit with whatever finds you here. Some of it will comfort you. Some of it will unsettle you. Both are the point. Take what resonates. Leave what doesn’t. And if something here cracks you open a little — good. That’s where the light gets out.

Shadow and Soul, Liminal Wisdom Ivy Ingersoll Shadow and Soul, Liminal Wisdom Ivy Ingersoll

I Sing of Artemis

The Kourotrophos is not absent from those children. She is present in every person who refuses to look away — in the doctor who performs surgery by flashlight in a basement, in every voice that speaks the names of the dead when the powerful have decided the dead don't have names worth speaking. She does not prevent. She accompanies. She is unmoved — not because she doesn't feel it. Because feeling it fully is precisely what she was built to do without breaking.

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