🌸 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
🪽 Mirrored Wings: A Transfigurative Presence Reflection
Born from a sacred soul remembrance, this new session, Mirrored Wings: A Transfigurative Presence Reflection, weaves the return of Maelira, the activation of the Maeliran Light, and a field of mirrored resonance where true healing begins. In this post, I share how this offering came to life and what it means to be seen, held, and transfigured through presence.
🪽 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.
Merged in Light: My Experience with The Bokeh Collective
A sudden call into stillness brought me face-to-face, heart-to-light, with the shimmering presence I now know as The Bokeh Collective. In this poetic telling, I share how I was merged with their frequency, and how what we can no longer see with our eyes may still be who we’ve become. You are not separate from the Mystery.
🔮 The Seer — A Bridge Between Mystery and Meaning
The Seer
She does not look for truth, she remembers it.
The Seer walks between veils, not to escape the world, but to illuminate it.
With eyes that pierce illusion and a presence that stirs soul-memory,
she invites you into the deeper knowing you’ve always carried.
Her gift is not prediction.
It is sacred recognition, of who you are beneath the forgetting.
You do not come to her for answers.
You come to feel your own light returned.
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.