🌸 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
When the Co-Healer Becomes the Session: A Letter to the Co-Healer on the Table
What began as a Mother’s Day letter became a living ceremony in real time. Through grief, smoke, roses, memory, and the body’s own language, I found myself on my own healing table, not only holding the lantern, but receiving its light. This is a reflection on becoming the session, softening what had grown rigid, and remembering that the one who holds presence is worthy of being held, too.