🌸 Welcome to A Soft Place To Be 🌸
Here, you are held.
In this sacred space, your soul is safe to breathe, to unfurl, to remember.
Let every word be a blanket, every pause a breath, every story a soft hand resting gently on your heart.
You are not alone here.
You are seen, felt, cherished, and deeply loved.
And if you linger long enough…
You just might find a piece of yourself tucked gently between the words.
May you feel the wings of grace wrap around you as you read, rest, and remember who you truly are.
Your Guide in Presence,
DeAn’Na

✨ The Moment of Arrival – Embodying the Gaze of the Soul
A sacred transmission from my guide, Maelira and the Maelirean Light, this entry marks the threshold of soul embodiment, where the witness steps forward and the ancient self is unveiled through human eyes. A remembrance. An activation. A becoming.

🌿 When the Forest Sees You Anyway: A Reflection on Conditional Reciprocity
There is a subtle grief that rises when we realize we’ve been loving only with conditions. In the presence of a forest that asked nothing but offered everything, I came face-to-heart with the ways I had withheld my full presence, from the land, and even from the softest parts of myself.

There Is Nothing Wrong With You: Loving the Unseen Emotions
There is a light within you that has never dimmed, only waited. Waited to be seen. To be felt. To be remembered. You are not broken. You are the glow of wholeness returning to itself.

✨ Vibrational Fluff: The Arrival of Soft Light
Have you ever felt a gentle shimmer in your field, like soft light brushing through you? In this reflection, I share my experience of vibrational fluff, the felt sense of my soul arriving more fully into the now. It’s not a symptom. It’s not a mystery. It’s presence. And perhaps… it’s happening to you too.

🌿A New Offering Has Emerged: Soul Mirror – A Vibrational Portrait Session
Each vibrational portrait is a visual echo of the session’s soul current, fluid, luminous, and uniquely attuned to what your spirit is ready to receive. This example reflects the swirling remembrance, light codes, and harmonic geometry that may emerge as your essence comes gently into view.

✨ The Presence Library – A Living Archive of Stillness & Resonance
A sacred blog post introducing The Presence Library, a soul-led sanctuary of stillness, resonance, sigils, and vibrational transmissions. Created by DeAn’Na, the Nine-Winged Soul, this living archive invites deep remembrance and gentle spiritual awakening.

From Looking to Becoming: A Shift in Sight
Step into the stillness of the Witness Grove, where the trees do not simply wait, they see. In this intimate reflection, DeAn'Na the Nine-Winged Soul shares a powerful inner shift: the moment when vision ceases to be about "looking" and becomes a state of being. This post explores the art of sacred witnessing, the presence of unseen guardians, and the transformation that occurs when we no longer search, but become what is true.

🪽 The Moment the Wings Unfurled
In this intimate post, DeAn'Na, an awakened 9-winged soul, shares the origin of the Mirrored Wings session, a sacred offering birthed from deep stillness, soul memory, and etheric vision. From witnessing a soulmate’s wings unfurl to holding space for others without even realizing it, this journey weaves remembrance, transformation, and divine presence into one luminous thread. Discover how this session awakens your own wings and reflects the truth of who you are becoming.

🌿✨ Welcome to A Soft Place To Be ✨🌿
Welcome to A Soft Place To Be, a blog sanctuary where you don’t have to be anything other than yourself. This is a space of tenderness, poetry, presence, and remembrance. Come as you are. You belong here.

When I Write
When I Write
When I write, I return to myself.
I become the hollow bone, the open channel,
where spirit whispers through ink and breath.
It is not always poetry.
But it is always prayer.
Each word a thread, weaving memory into presence.
When I write, I remember.
When I write, I come home.

My Beginning With the Fae
My Beginning with the Fae
It all began with a stranger, a video, and a whisper from the forest.
In the ache of fresh grief, I found a painted stone that read, “You Belong Here” — and in that moment, something in me stirred awake. The Fae began to dance through the cracks of my broken heart, gently midwifing me back to life with every doll, every offering, every whispered moment in the woods.
This is the story of how Magic returned, how the Forest became my Mother’s arms, and how I became a Midwife of the Fae — as they midwifed my soul in return.