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The Goddess of Love dove back into the sea today to swim with the fishes.

She guides us back to Imbolc, the first whispers of spring in the dawning of February.

These lines are from my journal that night, as I meditated on the aching beauty of the human experience.

As Venus kisses Neptune in Pisces' ocean, she invites you to revisit your dreams.

What makes your heart yearn?

What keeps you rooted on this Earth?

What horizons keep you restless in your bed?

Give into your fantasies, even just for a day.
The lines of reality are blurred anyway.

With love & longing,
Sea Leah 🌊 by @mythic.romantic

This space is for the Seekers.
For the Mythic Romantics.

For those who have searched for love in a thousand faces only to find it reflected in the still pool of their own soul.

The path to God lives within your tender heart, in the messy and mundane and exquisite longing of being human.

For transcendence from your perfect center will leave you only more empty than you were before, more lost in the illusion of separation that caused you to seek in the first place.

Come home.

Leave your endless efforts for more at the door.

Let yourself rest in the safety of your own skin.
Let the pleasure of your own company be a haven for the weary traveler of your heart.

For you are enough, just as you are.
And it is enough to be here.

I'm Sea, and I'm here to help you meet God through the path of least resistance - through devotion to and unconditional love of the Self.

From this place, every path can offer you access to the true Mysteries, the realm where ancient wisdom meets utopian visions.

Where each moment is rich with symbolism and drips of myth.

Here, every breath becomes a prayer, a living dance of co-creation between your own perfect Will and the Divine Intelligence all around you.

Presence is the path.
Acceptance is the key.
And Self-Love is the treasure that will transform your life into a deep and fulfilling conversation with God.

I'm so grateful to be traveling with you. by @mythic.romantic

The United States of America is celebrating its 250th anniversary, and no one around me seems to care.

But I do.

My heart is cracking open with love for this country, her mountains, her rivers, her shores.
Her deserts, her creatures, her cities, her people.

I love her myths and stories, her vagabonds, her rebels, her Star-Spangled starlets, her cowboys.
I love her music, her films, her poetry, her psychedelic Americana.

I love her broken history and her grand ideals. I love her free-thinking, progressive, wild West. I love her revolutions and her revolutionaries.

I love her promise. And I love her pain.

I am an American girl, and I am proud to be me.

I carry American dreams in my heart and American grief pours from my eyes.
American visions drive me forth toward my own manifest destiny.

America, I know that one girl's love cannot heal all your weeping wounds.

But damned if I don't try.
🇺🇲🏞️❤️‍🩹 by @mythic.romantic

What a summer solstice to be back at Blue Mountain Event Center, dancing under the stars with my family.

What a culmination of the last few years.

An integration where all of the change and transformation I have experienced has finally settled into my bones in the deep, unshakable understanding of who I am and where I have come from.

A healing in which all of the aspects of myself which were destroyed in the fire and in the dark night of my soul were resurrected and brought back to the life.

This weekend, I remembered what it means to be family. I remembered what it means to be home.

I remembered that I would not be who I am today without these spaces to express myself fully, to explore the deepest corners of my consciousness, to connect with the most beautiful parts of being human.

I would not be here today without the friends that loved and supported me unconditionally as I moved through so many versions of myself, without the places that held my footsteps year after year as I grew up, without the music that helped me to see who I truly am.

I remembered how precious life feels under lasers reflecting bubbles in the starlit sky, surrounded by friends, bass music reverberating in my soul.

And I recommitted myself to being a part of these spaces and events, to bring the sacred and the ceremony and the opportunities to learn and grow.

This is my passion. This is my family.
And I will never turn my back on them.

🛸🌌🪩 by @mythic.romantic

May. The feel of the word in my tongue is ripe with possibility, dripping with the juice of fresh perspectives.

It tastes like sunsets. Like road trips and campfires and birdsong.

It tastes like quiet grief of chapters closing, and spring so fresh it comes like an assault on my senses.

Like my body thinks it's a threat.

Like there is so much beauty and so much blossoming and so much sun that I can't help but sneeze, trying to get the change out. Over and over again.

The season is settling now into the slow sticky steady heat of summer. The rain storms are done and the river is full and the sun is full in her glory.

Thank you, May, for the permission you offer.
To be present. To be alive. To be playful. To surrender.

May June bring power and strength and freedom after so much change. May the river and the land and the mountains hold me. May I step into my own radiance as the sun shines hers.

And may I be grateful through it all. by @mythic.romantic

I'm long overdue for an update. Two months overdue, actually.

March came and went in a flurry of camping and dancing and day trips. A full calendar, a full heart.

And yet was a long month full of slow moments.

I returned to therapy. I communed with nature. I noticed myself becoming more of the woman I've always wanted to be - spontaneous, adventurous.

The kind who brings her ukulele along for the ride and who isn't afraid to try something new. The kind whose inner child is alive and well within her.

April - whew. April burned with all the intensity of a wildfire. A thunderstorm. A lightning bolt.

Never have I experienced an Aries season quite like this.

But I am seasoned in walking through fires. I know how to let the Tower collapse. I have died and been reborn enough times to surrender when something shakes the ground I stand upon.

I know enough to expect the magic on the other side, and yet - I am always surprised and delighted when it arrives. ✨

I have so much more to tell you guys - exciting things I'm working on under the surface, more about my journey at work in the last year - but I'll save that for another post.

I want to share more on this platform - after all, sharing is caring, and I am learning how to bring social media back to connection.

So stay tuned. I love and appreciate you. Thank you for being here.

May this full moon illuminate all you need to live your fullest life.

🌕 by @mythic.romantic

Oh February.
How you swelled my ocean heart.

Never have I felt such an overflow of love in this wintery month. Never has life felt so flush with joy and pink with roses and hearts that are not simply made of paper.

After spending a year releasing and grieving all my ideas of what love is... All the fantasies, all the illusions, all the pain of disappointment and faded expectations...

I was free to welcome in a love that is real, and grounded, and steady, and consistent, and time-honored.

I opened my heart to give and receive. I brought in gratitude. I aligned what I gave and what I welcomed in with my values.

February was an intense month.

It marked the official end of my Saturn return. The sun eclipsed over our celebrations of Valentine's Day, Mardi Gras, and the Lunar New Year. We had our first snowstorm.

We adventured and danced and laughed and cried and cracked our hearts open so we could love each other deeper.

And on 2/22, we created a container to pour our love into that is safe and steady and liberating and true to both of us, beneath Jupiter and Venus trining in the sky.

It's amazing how full the shortest month of the year can be.

I love my life, and I live my love, and love is life.

May this be a portent of many joyous moments to come.

🫀🌹💋 by @mythic.romantic

Love is inherently true, and all else is simply love trying to find its way back home to itself.

This came through in my journal this morning as I reflected on true love.

I realized love IS truth, and that everything else is still love, just maybe a little lost, a bit misguided, and desperately trying to find its way home.

How this knowing shifts my perspective, brings salve to the wounds, soothes the aching.

What do you think? by @mythic.romantic

January, you were so good to me.

I remember not the chill but the warmth.

The way you brought us together, under covers and on adventures and gathering under the stars.

You reminded me what home feels like.
How full a life is when there is laughter on the air.

You showed me what magic can happen when I move my body. You reminded me that I am capable of learning new things.

You gave me picnics and game nights, hot springs and belly dance.

Books read aloud into the night. Poetry. Song.

Thank you for your gifts and your gentle lessons.

Thank you for the love and the remembrance of what family means.

Thank you for the memories.

May February be even half as bright.

💖 by @mythic.romantic

Don't get me wrong... Healing and co-creating the life you desire is a lifetime journey.

There is no 'done', no 'finished'.

But there is also a hamster wheel of 'healing' and 'manifesting' where the message you're actually giving the universe is 'this is not enough'.

If you're spending so much time visualizing, planning, casting spells, journaling, doing shadow work, etc, that you're not actually giving yourself the option to view the fruits of your labor, this is an opportunity to pause.

Life is for LIVING, baby.

Manifest your dreams and then go LIVE them.
🪄 by @mythic.romantic

Oh, 2025, my Lovers' year, how you taught this ocean heart to swell and crash and lap at the shores of love.

How you taught me the vastness and power of the most precious part of me, what healing is capable when I am brave enough to love freely.

This love within me has always been the sun burning at the center of my universe, with such fury I often felt ashamed of its light.

Too much, too fast, too far, too deep, too often, I told myself, but the sun cannot hold back its shine.

So I let myself go. Experienced what happens when I love with all of the passion, courage, desire, joy, exuberance that I have to offer.

I loved freely, I loved bravely, I loved wildly, I loved widely.

But my wings did not melt beneath its heat. I did not fall to the earth to be crashed upon the stones. The sun did not implode.

Instead, I tended to a fire that drew everyone in my circle closer to its warmth.
I deepened not only lovership but friendships, sisterhood, community, family bonds, ancestry, my relationship to my dog and the earth.

I discovered the healing power hidden within the heart, and the way love shapes around me when I do not try to force its form.

I poured into a fountain of love and unity that flows infinitely through my being and always has. I did not staunch the flow.

Oh love, you are the most sacred part of me. Let me always water your soil and may you forever feed my soul.

Thank you to all of the beautiful beings in my life who offer me so much love and do not shy away from mine.

Thank you for your courage, your vulnerability, your honesty, your heart. Thank you for your friendship, the mirror you hold for me, for the ways you allow our love to live.

Thank you for showing me what it means to create a family as I grow.

I love you all so, so much.

2026 is my Chariot year.
I can't wait to see where I'll go from here.
💗 by @mythic.romantic

November is a time of coming home.
Shrugging off the summer like your winter coat and curling up by the fire with a good book.

Rooting down into your body, into the land that supports you, remembering what nourishes you when the cold sets in.

The friends. The family. The rich and hearty meals. The simplicity of your daily rhythm. The settling into your bones as the fog settles in the hills.

The pace slows. Less stimulation means you notice your breath, the birds, the breeze. Senses come alive again in the lessening. The rain on your skin. The taste of words on your tongue. Every sense a way to touch the world around you.

November brought my first bee sting, out on the lake. I had tried to rescue her and I sat with her in my hands as we both reached heightened states of consciousness. I laid her to rest on a dead tree so she could watch the sun set over her life. Thank you, sacred creature. What a gift she gave me.

I took my first solo trip. I drove down to the hot springs with a magnifying glass so I could find the clues of what I was missing. I wept beneath the stars in the water as forgiveness seeped into my skin. I came back feeling safe to create the life I long for.

My love deepened. For my dog, for myself, for God, for my friends, for my beloveds.
I realized that love takes courage, and it is always worth it to follow your heart.

Throughout this year I've been writing in my planner monthly the qualities I want to become and enhance. Creative. Spontaneous. Whimsical. Playful. Devotional. Spacious. Intentional. Receptive. Regulated. Inspired.

What a gift to look back and realize that's exactly who I am.

✨🌄🏞️🌌✨

What gifts did November offer you to take home? by @mythic.romantic