t h e   n i g h t i n g a l e.

Singing at night with my ghosts—sometimes, they sing back.


In the dark there are no strangers.
Here you are free—
to be wild,
to be weird,
to howl bare-chested,
to let your soul sing across the realms.

All is welcome.

The fire is lit.
If it stirs something in you, take the spark
to light your own flame—but leave the path aglow behind you.
Honor the muse.
And leave some wine at her altar:

(see offering link below)

Let’s sing from both sides of the veil—
Reverent
Wild
Drunk
Sacred
Naked
Heartbroken 

…always true.