Part 2 of Trilogy: Timeless Stories for the End of Time — From Self-doubt to Sovereignty In my golden book, I write of the rebirth of the Golden Butterfly Queen. No Madame Butterfly, but a Monarch- born out of a jewel-like chrysalis of warm and sparkling light, Daughter to the Sun. She was born with the gifts of infinite creativity and transformation, but it would be…

Part 1 of Trilogy: Timeless Stories for the End of Time — A story of the Moon and Sun retold 1 To my mother, grandmothers, ancestors. To my cousin, Teenah, and all of my relations, biological, human, and otherwise. To beloved Mother Gaia and the waters of life from which we are all born. This story is for my inner child. It is for the children not yet born. This story…

Part 1: The Pain of Separation — My brother and I grew up helping my parents in their various convenience store and food businesses. Even before we were old enough to help, the store* was a part of us. *My family calls whatever business we’re currently working “the store” (가게 in Korean) even if it’s actually a…

Embracing the Moon, Cancer, and my Maternal Nature — For an astrology course I am taking, I decided to focus on building a relationship with Mars, the “helmsman” of my chart- the ruler and navigator of my destiny in this life. I thought it would help me to deepen my relationship with my inner Masculine. …

Creating Sanctuary in Relationships — I was excited about an upcoming trip with 2 dear friends. But, just 2 days before my friend S’ arrival, I became triggered. S is one of my closest friends. We live in different states and don’t see each other often physically, but connect frequently through our voices. I’ve only…

Trusting myself to open in my own time — Last Wednesday I was guided to go to Tony’s home, The Sanctuary of Beauty, by the Lily spirit. She said the next step of the writing process would come through play and joy. I was excited to see him and experience something new, spontaneously. But when I arrived, for some…

An Art Journey to Alchemize the Lies of Racism- Part 5 — After I made the painting/collage of myself as a flowering tree, I didn’t know what to do with the haunting cut-out full of white faces.

Reclaiming my lineage, my body, and my unique rhythm — A painting/collage of myself as a tree had been hanging on my bedroom wall for awhile. It was the culmination of “You are not my mirror,” an art journey I began last year to alchemize the lies racism had imprinted on my body. Last week, it fell to the floor…