It was Aries season of 2025 when my world broke open. It started with Orville Peck, a discussion about love, a herd of cows and a bowl of potato soup. I shed every part of me that was tied to colonialism. Every part of me that was wounded by trauma. Every part of me that was never mine to carry.
I quit my job with no savings, no back up plan. Just the conviction that my life is my own and I would be met. And I was met with money to get me through, a roommate to help with bills and new projects that could sustain me financially.
I began doing astrology at a local farmer's market and eventually met a shop owner who would invite me to work out of her space. I started blogging and within a month had readers asking me how they could support my work. My first month monetized I made $465! The more I walked by faith, the more the Universe supported me.
At the beginning of 2026 I moved to Idaho to get some distance and to rest. It was there that my dreams solidified. I wrote a six picture books for a series, created a website and started submitting essays for publication.
Maywild became the container for all of it. Cracked Chart Astrology, Ghost Ship in a Bottle, The Adventures of Ember and Pulse, Bloom With the Moon, my local community events and all my future projects are now part of a greater ecosystem. Like every great ecosystem, they all feed each other. One could not survive without the others.
My desire is for Maywild to inspire others to live a life full of magic. To see the beauty in the everyday. To stop resisting growth. And to find their authentic life running beneath the surface of the daily grind. Maywild asks us to break open to find the beauty in the cracks that feel overwhelming, and to laugh until we sob. Maywild is half-feral, ferociously beautiful and surprisingly tender. Maywild doesn't shrink away from the hard parts. Maywild is bravery dressed up in sarcasm. Maywild asks us to trust the process, even when the process is ridiculous.
May you enjoy the ride through life
enough that you forget to pay attention.
May you find yourself again —
somewhere new,
somewhere strange,
somewhere beautiful…
and possibly moist.
May your heart break
so you remember you’re real,
and swell enough to fill the cracks.
May your mind be curious and haunted —
and go still, when it’s time to fall asleep.
May you love your brokenness
So hard you become whole.