Author: PoetessLaureate

I am a writer, counselor, and student of human behavior with a particular fascination for the unseen forces that organize our lives. My work combines psychology, field theory, complexity theory, attachment, and personal reflection to explore how people become who they are, how they change, and how they become entangled in one another’s stories. Psychological Cartography is my ongoing effort to map the terrain of the mind and the relational fields we inhabit. Through essays, poetry, and original concepts, I explore topics such as emotional contagion, projective identification, identity formation, social influence, and the hidden architectures of human connection. This is a place for curiosity, reflection, and the search for deeper coherence.

DIY

… no one else can do it the way you do

… you can teach them a thing or two

Yet they will just be mirroring

… they cannot manifest

The way you profess

Divine love for yourself

Doing it only the way you can do ..no one else

Yes you could teach them

It will not make any sense

You know the internal blueprint

The spiritual landscape

You know how to take flight and escape

Into a spiritual realm where no one can reach you

The Divine has enveloped you in protection and stealth

Fear no one and trust yourself

Error: Insufficient Pairing

Water and oil just do not mix

So there is nothing to fix

We are two opposing magnets

Being forced into close proximity

Yet repelled to move apart gradually

As natural as can be

… there is nothing wrong

This is not a fit

Let us extract ourselves from the midst of it

Raise Your Vibration

Stop using people as a means to an end

It certainly will not end well

Raise your vibration and manifest

A living attestment to the very best

Leave the low-hanging fruit on the floor

You are worth so much more

…than slim pickings

Extend your reach into the highest trees

…and beyond into infinity

Paradise

I had to blink twice

I could not believe my eyes

When they came to rest on such a beautiful thing

Dazzling, stunning,

Breathtaking…

A dream in the making

Sublime and true

Yet it is of this Earth

… and inside of you

Emotionally unavailable

It’s the dregs…

If you did not know

It’s the lowest of the low

When the table is upturned and all cards come tumbling down

Like pieces of the mind, shattered, unraveling, and unbound

To make additional space

To clear a clean slate

To mayhap become an unstable foundation

From which to build some semblance of sanity once again