EverFlow Transitions

11/18/2025

Every bone inside your body has come from the last song of dying stars. And the water in your body was borrowed from a river you visited, or perhaps the rainfall last week. And the moon knows your name by the ocean you carry within you. And someone broke your heart, but you have still taken the risk and loved again. I know you think being human is fragile sometimes, but here you are - an impossibility that is living on flying rock in a galaxy of stars. So be brave and be alive.

~ Nikita Gill

Art by Erica Robin/Wexler

08/25/2025

🌿✨ This weekend, the veil felt thin.

I began with smoke and salt—cleansing my own body, breath, and bones.
Grief had settled in the corners, quiet but heavy. I let it rise, then rinsed it away.

A friend’s home called next.
I walked through each room with intention, whispering to the walls,
inviting release, inviting peace.
The air shifted. The house exhaled.

Then my tools—my deathwalker bag, my sacred instruments.
Each one held stories, residue, memory.
I laid them out under moonlight, partly cloudy light rain
washed them in silence,
and asked them to remember only what serves.

Finally, I stood beside a client and their caregiver.
Two souls tethered by love and exhaustion.
I offered grounding, breath, and ritual.
Not to fix—but to witness.
To remind them: they are not alone in this crossing.

We are all walking each other home.
Some with candles. Some with tears.
Some with the quiet power of a freshly cleansed .

07/31/2025