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Itās the simple things Hot tea in the morning The sunlight coming through the windows The tree down the hall The smell of cookies baking in the oven A key thatās mine Itās the simple things (at Southern California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CI_-QozhCj3/?igshid=9xdv2zrgt15k
What is a āhomeā? If you asked me a few months ago or even today, I couldnāt tell you. I donāt feel as though I remember what that is. Itās a vague memory in my mind. Something familiar, but long forgotten and in the past and felt like something I would never feel again. I woke up this morning in my first apartment. Not an apartment with someone else; my OWN apartment. No co-signer, no roommates. Just mine. I still have so much anxiety, tension and stress in my body from months of wondering where I would go next or how I would survive another month of uncertainty. My body and mind doesnāt know it can relax yet and thatās something Iāll have to be patient with. Homelessness is traumatizing. No one can tell me otherwise. Every night is spent worrying about how youāll ever be able to find the one key youāre looking for to open the door before the monsters catch up. But it is possible to find the key. Itās possible to make it. Itās possible to get your footing! All the times during this journey that I was suicidal and felt like nothing was worth trying for anymore because I felt like things were so incredibly unattainable and impossible, have all led me here. So if youāre unsure; if youāre struggling; if you feel like youāll never find your āØkeysāØ; you will. Trust me. And when you do, it will all be worth it. š But be patient with yourself. Sometimes it takes time and thatās okay. ā„ļø https://www.instagram.com/p/CIgMdEBhh5L/?igshid=byf6eyu1b9l0
Join Epicedium Paranormal and me today at 1pm/5pm PST/EST on their Facebook page! You can find the link to the event in the linktr.ee link in my bio! ā„ļø See you there! https://www.instagram.com/p/CIbRmSdBbIC/?igshid=gnuijble9cqu
Self care is important. Taking time for yourself is important. Stepping away is important. Distance is sometimes needed. Boundaries are necessary. Dark circles happen and so do sleepless nights and anxiety attacks. Iāve felt so exhausted the last two-three weeks. I still havenāt found the exact cause or even found if there is one or many, but I havenāt been kind to myself over it. Iāve pushed myself and my inner voice so hard the last few months that I feel completely depleted. I know that things will suffer without my tending to them and without effort being put in by me, and yet all I can do it scrape by each day. Itās extremely frustrating and annoying! Thankfully, Iāve found by sharing with others how I was feeling, that many other people are experiencing the same feelings and same āstuckā that I am. In any path we take, there will always be quick sand spots. There will be muddy bogs and molasses trenches. But how we treat ourselves during those times is of the upmost importance. Have you been kind to yourself recently? If not, leave what you could be saying to yourself thatās helpful, in the comments for others to benefit from as well. š¤ (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFLzK_Lh1xW/?igshid=nh6otvtep5o3
What wonders lurk within the corners of the minds of those who open the doorway. Iāve always been drawn to dark imagery, the occult, dark symbolism and magic. Itās been something that throughout my late childhood through until now, has fed my soul in a way I havenāt gotten from other things. One thing I love about it is how raw it is. Itās so primal, real and solid. Iāve always struggled with staying consistently within the realm of fluffy things like angels, faeries and rainbows. Thereās definitely a time and place for it; I love light, glittery imagery and holographic things too! But my baseline has always been drawn to this. Donāt be fooled by those who will tell you that by liking these things, youāre lowering your vibration or your intents are always bad. The truth is that someone who practices ādarkerā magic can help a person more than someone who practices ālightā magic, purely based on intent. I actually donāt believe that thereās a difference in magic. I believe itās all the same, just different ends of a spectrum. Find your balance and where you feel most powerful and donāt let anyone fool you into thinking that their way is the āone true pathā. š¤ (Also, meet Howard my wonderful skull friend! Iāve had him since 2010 and I love him so much! And for anyone wondering, no; heās not real. Heās plaster. š But the other bones are. š Iām very excited to be adding to my bone collection!) (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CE0rhsXBqyG/?igshid=stnvks8zh729
The shadows called to me, but I was told not to go. I should not willingly step into the mouth of a beast I was unable to fight. But I was called to it. The beautiful thought of being swallowed by it; engulfed in it; one with it. I walked with light and it was beautiful. I grew closer to my purpose and my dreams. They became tangible, golden and brilliant. But it still would not grow silent. Something inside me howled and tore at the darkness. The invisible beast. So I decided to venture into that inky void. And there, I found her. The mother. The maiden. The wise one. The shadow. The priestess. She showed me visions of my goddess being violated and broken and she screamed in rage. She howled at the patriarchy. But she could not be heard. I was too deaf to her cries and her power. I was too blind to see the woman and wisdom before me. My tears in the carpet were not cried in vain, but were instead collected within her offering dish. She gathered the sadness and pain and built temples. She took the insults and built thrones. She would not let me bow, for we were equal. We were one. Donāt underestimate the power of your darkness and shadow. Itās the magic inside of you thatās primal and instinctive. It sees in the shadows and hunts at night. Fear holds us back from the things weāre meant to learn, but too afraid to confront. Go confidently into your dark. š¤ Blessed full moon, witches. š (at Los Angeles, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEn_1N3hXNU/?igshid=qdjwop4xz4d9
I was interviewed on Horror Tea Time podcast! Check out the episode by clicking the link on my bio, going to my website and then scrolling down to the āInterviewsā section of the home page, and check them out and give them a follow at @horrorteatime š¤ āØ Want me to be a guest on your podcast, YouTube, show, etc? Reach out to [email protected] and put āCollaborationā as the subject line! (at Hawthorne, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEXzW5aptkX/?igshid=11fqwjv119r5o
Setting up a magical space again is such a freeing, sentimental thing. This is the first time Iāve felt like I can really settle somewhere. š„ŗāØš (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CEHqOT-Ja4v/?igshid=1lluke0ymmb45
I couldnāt really tell you exactly how I got out of homelessness, because I donāt know that I really have a grasp on how it came to be. I do know, that without a doubt, it was the words from my most loyal supporters; my friends, family, boyfriend and followers who cheered me on over the years and the tough times and when I fought crippling doubt. It was the late night chats with my best friend Jessi in Dutch Bros parking lots, while I cried to her and told her my deepest regrets and worries. It was the late, lonely nights I would spend in the van, crying about how I was a failure while spirit told me āyouāre SO CLOSE. Keep going!ā It was the years after a marriage that had fallen apart and the subsequent strength I built from itās brittle, broken bones. It was my friends and my family and supporters, but it was also me. I had to be the one who got up every day and said, āIām tired, but Iāll try again.ā āIf the only way that I see out, isnāt good for my mental health, then itās not the way out.ā āIām lonely, but Iāll keep working alone anyway.ā āItās overwhelming; itās time to ask for help.ā āI donāt know if I can do it, but Iāll regret it if I donāt try.ā It was the seemingly endless nights of anxiety, worry, shame and heartbreak that carved away the extra weight and revealed the truth. All I needed to do was trust in myself. āØ (at Hawthorne, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/CECJvbCBy16/?igshid=zwffh7ko9pj9
My view for the sunrise this morning was awful. šš¤£ I was able to bask in the light as the sun rose and it felt glorious. š https://www.instagram.com/p/B-c567IBzDT/?igshid=1x2sf5wqp6svk
Alameda really is a magical little place. Itās become an oasis for me to get away from work and my everyday, to clear my head. Bike rides nearly every day and pretty sunsets...just gorgeous! The sunset tonight was beautiful and I watched it set next to the San Francisco skyline. Iām so, so thankful to have had the opportunity to spend the time that I have, here. š (at Alameda, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8sawRiBJYx/?igshid=pm3q31bbypv4
Blush-y, cheeky, goth-y wannabe š¤ (at Alameda, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B8I2XtVhGXI/?igshid=19ry6y5r50an2
Peeking into the future like... Apparently this is how I make huge life decisions: taking photos through dinglehoppers, while sitting in my room eating a cake square all by myself and drinking almond milk. š°š„š¤·š»āāļø This is where Iām at. Already, so much has changed since July when I moved to California. I feel like there was parts of me that I found through this transition; some I liked, some I didnāt. Change and movement force us to shed what we donāt need or what we canāt carry and it can be so easy sometimes! But when itās not, and youāre lying in bed and crying yourself to sleep, you have to remind yourself that sometimes the things that we hold on to so tightly because we believe that theyāre a part of us, arenāt. Theyāre not meant to stay; theyāre not meant to be your identity. And change can be SO GODDAMN SCARY. Iād love to be able to say that Iām super excited and confident about my future and be convincing, but I canāt. Iām excited, yes. Scared shitless? Fuck yeah. But the cool thing is, that Iām a creator, and I can share my journey through these scary passages with my viewers! Give me dead people any day. The future is much scarier! #psychic #intuitive #trancechannel #medium (at California) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7eXvxMhz9F/?igshid=1uj2ci24urhw
Take me back to this weekend, please! š My besties Luce and Kellin came down to visit me! Every time I spend time with them, I love them more. ā„ļø Thank you so much for walking the streets of my favorite city with me. š #sanfrancisco (at San Francisco, California) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz6eHzfB8po/?igshid=gik17jtfs4n5
Taking photos in a window of a different country is always a good idea. š #travel #mexico #jalisco (at Jalisco, Mexico) https://www.instagram.com/p/BwR2HMkBRBJ/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=e20n8ws0zysp
#nationalsiblingsday is the day Iāve been waiting for! Sending out a huge āI love youā and an āIām thinking of youā to my sister @scottabigail, my brother @austin.r.scott and my sisters @lijo_fosho and @ambernoelle12! Thank you for being in my life, helping me through difficult patches and always being up for silliness! https://www.instagram.com/p/BwGSbFdBnsS/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1ufw1yomyfk6g
Video is live on my YouTube channel! www.YouTube.com/ArielWillow https://www.instagram.com/p/BwF697ihHyY/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=23rksr4vn4ud