🌸 Welcome to A Soft Place To Be 🌸
This space holds quiet reflections about the body, the nervous system, and the lived experience of being human.
Nothing here asks you to change or become anything different.
These writings are simply moments of noticing.
A candle in a dim room.
A blanket across the shoulders.
A breath taken slowly.
If you linger here for a while, you may find something familiar moving between the words.
A memory.
A recognition.
A small return to yourself.
You are welcome to read slowly.
Or simply rest here for a moment.
— DeAn’Na
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.