Breathe with Eve

05/12/2025

05/12/2025

Rest So You May Rise

Rest, dear soul,
Let the weight of this world dissolve
Like mist in the morning sun.

Lay your burdens gently on the earth,
Whisper them into the soil,
And feel how even the roots
Know how to cradle your sorrow.

Rest, so you may rise,
Not as a phoenix, all flame and fury,
But as a soft breath of dawn,
Quiet, steady, unyielding.

Rise, not because the world demands it,
But because your heart yearns to beat freely,
To taste the air of becoming.

Let the stars above hold your fears tonight,
Let them shimmer with your doubts,
So in their fading,
You will see only light.

Rest, so you may rise,
Whole, unbroken by time’s gnashing teeth.
Rise with the song of your own name,

Sung by winds that know only truth,
Winds that have kissed the mountains
And danced with the seas.

Rest, and remember:
This pause is not defeat…
It is the gathering of storms,
The stillness before creation.
It is the inhale before a shout
That shakes the very heavens.

Rest so you may rise,
For the rising is yours,
And the day will wait for you.
The world will wait.

Rest so you may rise,
Not toward some distant glory,
But into the simple truth of being here.
Rise with the tenderness you once hid,
The courage you thought was small,
The quiet steadiness that has carried you
Through every night of ache.
And when you stand,
Let it be because you chose to,

Because you heard your own purpose like a pulse pulling you too your feet, but for now let rest have her moment to wrap these weary world up and softly say “this is as sacred as anything you will ever do”

Larson Langston

Art by Alexandra Sophie(?)

05/12/2025

INSCRIBED

She wrote her love on a long brick wall in multi-coloured paint,
But over time, the sun and ivy hid her love away.
She wrote her love upon the sand when sea was far from shore,
But soon the sea returned with strength and took her love once more.

She wrote upon a tree, but it grew too high to see.
She wrote upon a book that many didn’t read.
She wrote upon the wind, but soon it blew away,
So she sat in sorrow, thinking love could never stay,

But then she wrote in feeling, she wrote her love in truth.
She wrote in every moment, let all her sun shine through.
She wrote love onto other’s hearts when they were feeling blue.
She wrote until the black of hurt became the pinkest hue.

She wrote in smiles and laughter in the people that she met.
She wrote in special moments that forever won’t forget.
She wrote to make the memories that hearts forever hold.
She wrote of all the warmth for she’d felt the bitter cold.

She writes whene’er you see her, she writes straight into you,
So next time that you meet her just let her write love through.
She’ll write her name upon your heart - forever it will stay,
For love, written in moments, no time can wash away.

Heather Lea

04/12/2025

You are allowed to take up space.

Own who you are and what you want for yourself.

Stop downplaying the things you care about, the hopes you have.

Own your passions, your thoughts, your perceptions.

Own your fire.

Stop putting your worth in the hands of others; stop letting them decide your value.

Own saying no, saying yes.

Own your mood, your feelings.

Own your plans, your path, your success.

~ Bianca Sparacino

Art by Taynee Tinsley

04/12/2025

I am teaching myself how to take up space. How to not apologize constantly for the way I live and breathe. How an apology isn’t something I am supposed to say before I speak in a conversation. How I’m so sorry, isn’t something I have to say before I just allow myself the basic right of speaking about anything.

I am teaching myself that I am allowed to exist on this planet without thinking of myself as a burden. How to not apologize for things that are out of my control. How to understand when people are trying to manipulate me into thinking the worst of myself and most of all how to stop thinking the very worst of myself as I deserve better than that from myself.



I am teaching myself that humans can exist without assuming the very worst about themselves and how the people around them perceive them. How to not apologize when someone bumps into me and I immediately assume it is my fault. How to not apologize when I ask a question because I think others will think I am stupid. How to love myself for these flawed bits of me no one has ever wanted to love before.

I am teaching myself that all the lies my abusers told me about myself were so very wrong. How I am allowed to make mistakes. How as long as I apologize and amend things, anything is fixable if I still have love in my heart for the other person. How not everything that has ever gone wrong in every relationship is my fault.

I am finally learning how to take up space as a human being. It’s taken a long, long road to get here. And I still have a very long way to go before I am done understanding that it is my job to take up space, that I am not just an afterthought or a secondary character in this gift of life I have been given. That who I am is not an apology, that who I am is not wrong. Nikita Gill

03/12/2025

As this year comes to a close, I feel the deep coils of the Great Serpent completing its final turn.
We have been moving through a profound Saturn cycle — the last sweep of karmic clearing, the final shedding of a skin that could no longer carry our future.
This has been the Year of the Snake…
A year of transformation, medicine, truth-telling, and remembering who we are beneath the illusions.
The snake does not rush.
The snake does not fear change.
It simply listens, trusts, and releases.
And so have we.
If you have felt the weight of old stories unraveling…
If relationships, identities, and patterns have been stripped away…
If you have been asked to sit with yourself more honestly than ever before—
Know this: you were shedding a lifetime of karmic debris.
Saturn is not here to punish.
Saturn is the strict but loving elder, placing the final key in your hand once you have proven you will not abandon your soul again.
As we step into the new cycle, I feel a great wave of clarity rising.
A rebirth.
A return to sovereignty.
A new skin, shimmering with truth, courage, and ancient memory.
To all of you who have walked this passage with grace—
I am proud of you.
Your becoming has been sacred.
Your shedding has been necessary.
Your rebirth is already unfolding.
✨ Here’s to the last exhale of the old self
✨ And the first inhale of who we truly came here to be

~ With all my love, Amma
Art also by Amma Sophia Rose 🌹

03/12/2025

Your energy, your vibration, your mindset these are the frequencies you broadcast to the world. When you operate from a place of positivity, gratitude, and intention, you attract the same energy back into your life.
Raise your frequency. Protect your peace. Choose thoughts that empower you. Surround yourself with people who elevate you. Move through life with purpose and presence.
You are the signal. Make it powerful. 💫

03/12/2025

“Discredited, reviled, and hidden away, we speak your name, Asherah. Our Lost Mother, obscured in the darkness, a piece of the forgotten collective of the human psyche. We shed light upon you and pull back the veil which hides your face. We bring forth your stories to the consciousness of humankind. We are your stewards; we have not forgotten you. Awake our banished mother. Your daughters rise, reclaiming our stolen power as an act of defiance, an offering to you, our maligned earth mother. Empress of the Tarot, your symbolism hidden in art and fable since your fall from favor. Suspicion of your power comes from generational suppression and condemnation of your stories, and your name. Cloaked by time we now reveal you.

You call out to us in the wind, your voice the melodic sound the trees hum as the wind rushes by. You urge us to take up your standard. Your energy is balancing. You are the divine partner, the consort who is feared. Your subjugation from human awareness has produced an imbalance in our world, creating inequality and division.”

-Erika Lopp, excerpt from “Lost Mother: A Letter to Asherah” – featured in our anthology, Asherah: Roots of the Mother Tree.

Art by Teresa Moorehouse