🌸 Welcome to The Living Edge of Light Blog 🌸
A blog of writings from the gaze, where open-eyed receiving, inner listening, and the shifting mirror become language.
This is a space for reflections, soul-written essays, and threshold moments that arrive through the window of attention.
Here, the outer world often becomes a page.
Trees, light, memory, dreams, tenderness, grief, humor, and the unseen movement beneath ordinary life all find their way into words.
These writings are invitations to notice what is already stirring within you.
A slight shift of the mirror.
A breath returning to the body.
A living edge of light where softness and authorship can meet.
You are welcome to read slowly.
— DeAn’Na
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.