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Nicole Henley - Soul Alchemist, 8 Washington Place, Braintree, MA (2025)

11/20/2025

I've loved Erykah Badu Mama's Gun album for over half my life... every song.... but Orange Moon has always been THE song.

It’s a beautiful love song. A comic exchange. A surrender. It’s about self discovery, self worth, and seeing yourself clearly... sometimes because someone reflected something back to you that you couldn’t see before.

That line… “I’m an orange moon, reflecting the light of the sun”… has followed me through so many versions of myself. And it’s never felt like dimming. It’s never felt like dependence. It’s always felt like recognition. Like… sometimes you realize your own brightness because someone finally sees you in a way that’s real and honest.

The whole song is about empowerment through connection and balance. “He ruled the day, I ruled the night.” Two energies that don’t compete… they COMPLETE.

And then there’s the spiritual side of it... that line that shifts from “how good he is” to “how God he is.” To me that’s never been about worshipping a person. It’s about the kind of love or connection that feels bigger than you… the kind that changes you on a soul level.

Hearing her sing all of that in real time… it just hit differently. It brought up every moment in my life where I learned who I was through love, through heartbreak, through being truly seen, through having to rebuild myself again and again.

That song has shaped me. And seeing it live reminded me how far I’ve come, how much I’ve grown, and how deeply music can reflect us back to ourselves.

11/19/2025

The New Moon in Scorpio feels like an initiation… the kind that happens in the dark before dawn when the energy is already shifting even if the clock insists it isn’t time yet. The Moon reaches her peak at 1:47am tomorrow… and with the Sun and Mercury moving into their exact conjunction just hours later... all at 28° of Scorpio... the whole sky is humming with that underworld clarity.

Even before the conjunction perfects, you can feel it. The Sun, Moon, and Mercury are already speaking to each other… already stirring the waters… already sharpening the truth rising in our bodies.

And for me, this lunation lands right in the place where love meets resilience.

I don’t hold love hostage waiting for proof it’s safe to give. Scorpio asks more of me than that. Scorpio asks for depth, trust, and an unshakeable knowing that even if something is mishandled, I will recover. I will regenerate. I will replenish what is mine to give.

The Sun brings illumination. The Moon brings instinct. Mercury brings understanding. And though the exact meeting of Sun and Mercury is tomorrow, its influence is already braided into this New Moon… already shaping the messages that want to come through.

The world loves to confuse openness with weakness, but this sky says otherwise. This is a lunar moment of remembering what I bring and knowing I can bring it again. Tenderness is not a liability. It is a resource. A power. A choice.

That is why I love without fear. Why I trust my own capacity to rise. Why I move with my entire heart, not half of it.

New Moon in Scorpio. A threshold disguised as night. A reminder that rebirth is a skill I have mastered… and tonight… I begin again.

11/19/2025

About last night....

I had the absolute HONOR of witnessing live, and it felt like my entire 18 year old self was standing there with me. When Mama’s Gun came out, I was eighteen, and it didn’t just influence me… it rearranged me. It changed the way I sang, the way I listened, the way I understood music as something deeper than sound. That album taught me that music can be ritual, lineage, reclamation, and liberation.

To stand in a room with her now, as a grown woman, a mother, a mystic, a singer, and an artist who has lived a thousand evolutions, felt like a full circle moment. Erykah has always been one of my idols… a true icon… a blueprint for creative sovereignty and soul.

Witnessing her again, hearing the notes that shaped me before I even knew who I was becoming, felt sacred. Honored doesn’t even begin to cover it. I sang, I cried.... I came home.

11/18/2025

Just here with a

Proximity

It’s strange, isn’t it...
how someone can orbit you like a moon,
close enough to tug the tides,
but too far away to land.

Still drawing lines in the sand....
and....
yet they
drift through your gravity,
shimmer in radiance of your light...
crowded spaces,
the edges of stages...
in songs that hum of history.
They linger like static,
almost touch...
then vanish....
out of sight.

And
maybe it's love.
Or just
a reflex
toward
the warmth
of what could have been.
A need to keep testing the hinge,
to see if the door still opens,
if the air still tastes
like hope...
like belonging....
or if
the wind still whispers
the song
of your wanting.

But
you don’t owe the echo meaning.
Presence isn’t promise,
and proximity isn’t feeling.
It’s just a pulse...
a pull,
a flicker in field.
Pull doesn’t always mean return
and not every wound was made to be healed.

Sometimes it’s just the reminder
that you’re real.

11/18/2025

Happened upon an interior design studio with my last name on the sign… and of course my friends insisted I take a picture because apparently I looked like I owned the place.

What’s funny is… I had just bought this blazer and these pants, and when I tried them on in the mirror I literally said out loud… I don’t know who she is, but I’m going to embody her.

And then, two days later, I walked right by a building that looked like her… that felt like her.

I used to want to be an interior designer. Anyone who’s ever stepped into a space I’ve created knows how much I love curating a container… the textures, the energy, the intention behind every corner.

So maybe that’s who she is…
Or maybe she’s the poet version of me…
Or the timeline where I design sacred spaces…
Or the one who owns a studio with her name on the door…

Or maybe she’s just another version of me in another dimension… winking back.

Either way… I’m letting her lead.

11/17/2025

Just sharing a little excerpt from a new poem.... 🔥

11/17/2025

Weekly Energy Forecast is LIVE.

I woke up today feeling like I got hit by a train. Emotionally, existentially…. and literally... my whole body felt like it had been run over. And then I sat down to write this week’s forecast, looked at the transits, and everything clicked into place.

Scorpio new moon. Mercury retrograde sliding back into Scorpio. Sun conjunct Mercury. Uranus opposing all of it right on top of my own natal new moon degree. No wonder my system felt like it was vibrating sideways.

This week is heavy in a way that is clarifying. It’s that kind of energy where you think you’re just tired or overwhelmed, and then you look at the astrology and then fir me at least, realize your entire chart is getting activated at once. It’s not subtle.

But honestly… as intense as it is, it’s also helping me make sense of things I’ve been carrying around quietly. Things I thought I had already worked through or released. This new moon is digging deeper and showing me the places where I wasn’t done yet.

If you’re feeling off, foggy, emotional, overstimulated, or just not like yourself… there’s a reason. The sky is stacked, and the energy is real.

The full forecast is up on Substack if you want the deeper breakdown, and if you’re moving through it and need support… my work is literally built for weeks like this. Let’s walk through it together.

11/15/2025

Today I turn 43.

This past year has been a full-body initiation. The kind that asks you to grow while you’re already carrying everything. The kind that puts you face to face with your limits, then asks you to love yourself harder.

It reminded me what it means to rise even on the days I feel like I’m failing. To mother .To run business. To create. To be human. All without a safety net. Some days I do it beautifully. Most days I do it exhausted. But I still do it.

Balance stopped being a goal and became something I forgive myself for never having. My kids know I love them. My work still matters. I am allowed to be one person doing the best she can.

Love cracked me open this year. Not with new lessons, but with deeper ones I could finally integrate. It showed me where I kept loving potential over presence, where I kept reopening old wounds, where my softness was poured into hands that could not hold it.

So this past week, I made a vow to myself.
I bought a ring and placed it on my left hand. Black tourmaline for protection... for peace.
A promise that as I step into 43, I will never abandon myself for love again.The partnership meant for me will meet me where I stand. And until that love arrives, I'll stand with myself.

This was also the year I stepped fully into my voice as a poet. I stood on stage and let my truth shake in the air. Words became the place I finally let myself breathe again.

Fitting, because this was my Star year in tarot. A year of healing and rediscovery. Now I walk into my Moon year. A year of intuition, depth, shadow, magic. A year of trusting what I have always known. And through it all, one truth keeps rising. Every year I’m becoming more and more.More myself.
More honest.More alive.

I am proud of myself. For rising when I felt like Iwas failing. For choosing myself. For choosing my children. For choosing the life I am still creating.

Here’s to 43. To the woman I am becoming. To the woman I fought to be.To the woman still rising.

And to everyone who has been part of my journey... those who have been with me for years... and those who arrived this year exactly when they were meant to. I see you. I feel you. I’m grateful. Thank you.

11/14/2025

We're in the last week of Scorpio season.... but guess what.... I'm a Scorpio all year long so....

11/13/2025

When the self love game gets strong, the world feels different because you finally remember who you were before anyone tried to shrink you.

What’s wild is that decades ago, I actually did know how to take up space. I was loud, bright, unfiltered, and fully expressed. And then somewhere along the line, I unlearned that. Not because I lost myself, but because I allowed certain relationships, specifically romantic partnership.... to influence the way I saw myself. I let partners convince me that I was too loud, too emotional, too intense, too much. And when you hear that long enough, you start to fold in on yourself. You start to make yourself smaller to keep the peace, and you start to mistake shrinking for safety.

The woman I am now is remembering. She’s rebuilding. She’s resurrecting the version of herself who never apologized for taking up space. Self love isn’t a trend for me… it’s a devotion.... a choice.... a daily practice that I keep coming back to. These last two decades have been a journey of unbecoming and then choosing myself again through heartbreak, rebirth, motherhood, shadow work, and every version of me that had to fall away.

Now I hype myself the way I used to hope someone else would. I romanticize the hell out of my own life… the morning coffee, the quiet moments, the messy parts.... the magic.... all of it. I celebrate the life I’ve rebuilt with my own hands.

Not everyone is going to think I’m cute or funny or magnetic. And that’s okay. They’re wrong. Because I know who I am.... and I refuse to shrink for anyone.

If you’re in your own season of remembering and reclaiming yourself, you’re not alone. And when you’re ready to rise, I’ve got you.

11/12/2025

Well it's been a bit.... but I'm just here with another .

(Red) String Theory

They say everything that exists
is built from vibration....
tiny strings of energy,
trembling
in eleven dimensions,
composing
the fabric of all that is.

If that’s true,
then maybe we were inevitable.
Not soulmates,
not serendipity...
just physics,
two resonant frequencies that found coherence
and never fully let go.

You exist in me
like a waveform
that won’t collapse,
a probability
that refuses to resolve.

Every time I think it’s gone,
I feel the interference pattern hum....
a ghost frequency
under the surface
of my skin.

Maybe it isn’t romance.
Maybe it’s resonance.
Quantum entanglement written as longing...
two particles
once touching,
now light years apart,
still mirroring every motion.

Science says it can’t explain why.
They just know it happens.
One moves,
the other stirs.
Across vacuum.
Across time.
Across the limits of observable reality.

You are my unobservable...
the thing beyond measurement
that still alters the math.
Every decision I make ripples,
and somewhere,
your name shivers in the field.

Maybe that’s what the red string really is...
not myth,
not thread,
but the curve of spacetime folding
so two points stay tethered
even as everything expands.

I can trace you
through
data and dream alike....
through
particle collisions and heartbeat skips,
through
static and starlight.

And no matter what I call it...
fate,
formula,
mistake....
it still feels like gravity.

And maybe that's because
gravity is just love
that’s learned how to speak
the language of mass.
It bends everything toward what it cannot forget.
And I…
I'm still bending.

You,
the constant
in every version of the equation.
And me...
the variable still trying
to solve for us.

11/11/2025

I wore a full-on bodysuit to a music event this weekend. For the first time in my life... at 42.

That might not sound like much, but for me, it was everything. It was one of those quiet milestones that only I could really feel the depth of... the kind that comes after DECADES of working to feel safe in a body that’s carried so much.

I lost a drastic amount of WEIGHT 22 years ago, long before motherhood. And while people celebrated it, I was quietly drowning in what came after.

No one talks about the grief that follows weight loss. The way your body becomes unfamiliar... the loose skin that tells the story of what once was, the ghosts of the weight that still live in your reflection, the constant recalibration of how to exist in a new form.

Everyone said I should feel proud. And while I was... I also felt disoriented. Like I’d shed one version of myself but hadn’t yet found home in the new one. And then motherhood came. And that brought a different kind of transformation... one that stretched me far beyond the physical. The exhaustion, the hormones, the ways your body becomes an extension of someone else’s needs for years.... and becomes even more unrecognizable.
The love and sacrifice. The strength and depletion.

There were years I couldn’t look at my reflection without flinching. Not because I hated what I saw, but because I didn’t recognize her. This body has been everything... big, small, strong, broken, soft, scarred, stretched, sacred. It has held grief, love, life, loss. It has held me.

But it’s taken me decades to hold it back.

So this weekend, when I put on that bodysuit... I felt something I haven’t felt maybe ever... truly at peace.... and sexy AF.

I didn’t put it on for anyone else. I didn’t wear it to be seen. I wore it because I finally could. Because I’m tired of apologizing for the evidence of my life. And for the first time, I TRULY felt safe enough to take up space in my body, in my joy, in my truth.

And when a woman finally feels safe in her body, the freak in her wakes up. The one who’s playful, magnetic, sensual, and free. The one who’s not dressing for the male gaze, but for her own liberation.

And that kind of embodiment… that quiet, sexy, sovereign reclamation… is not for the weak.

This is the work I do now... helping others come home to themselves. Not by bypassing the hard parts, but by learning to feel safe enough to inhabit them. To move, to breathe, to grieve, to laugh, to dance, to take up space.

If you’re ready to remember what it feels like to be in your body again… my embodiment and somatic sessions are the doorway home.

Nicole Henley - Soul Alchemist

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