H. Nightshade's Blog
November 14, 2025
Dark, Mysterious & Tempting
For five nights… the gates to darkness are open.
Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers – Volume I is FREE for a limited time.
Twelve doomed lovers.
Twelve cursed stories.
One anthology that lingers long after the last page.
If you dare, claim your free copy:
https://a.co/d/f4rLN57
Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers_ Volume I
Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers – Volume I is FREE for a limited time.
Twelve doomed lovers.
Twelve cursed stories.
One anthology that lingers long after the last page.
If you dare, claim your free copy:
https://a.co/d/f4rLN57
Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers_ Volume I
November 12, 2025
Critical Review: Eternal Vows Series by H. Nightshade
H. Nightshade’s *Eternal Vows* series stands as a haunting testament to the endurance of love across the boundaries of time, death, and memory. Through its intricate tapestry of gothic imagery and lyrical prose, the series resurrects the grand tradition of dark romanticism — one that blends the sublime beauty of devotion with the terrible majesty of loss.
From its opening volume, *Tales of Doomed Lovers*, to the lush melancholy of *Shadows of the Forsaken*, and culminating in the mesmerizing *Echoes of the Damned*, Nightshade creates not merely stories, but **a mythology of eternal passion**. Each volume operates as both an independent anthology and a fragment of a greater continuum — an echo chamber where every vow, every heartbreak, and every whispered promise reverberate through centuries of yearning.
The author’s mastery lies in the **fusion of poetic language and atmospheric world-building**. Castles crumble under the weight of grief, seas sing of lost souls, and time itself bends in reverence to love’s defiance. Each story functions as a requiem for devotion — lovers torn apart by war, death, betrayal, and supernatural fate, yet bound eternally by their vows.
What distinguishes Nightshade’s work from conventional dark romance is its **emotional intelligence and thematic cohesion**. The recurring symbols — black roses, clocks, lanterns, moonlight, and mist — serve not as mere decoration, but as emotional conduits. They transform the settings into living entities, mirrors reflecting the lovers’ anguish and ecstasy.
In *Echoes of the Damned*, the third and most mature volume, Nightshade refines the art of gothic storytelling to near perfection. The prose is lush, immersive, and cinematic, evoking the mournful grandeur of *Penny Dreadful* and the decadent melancholy of *Anne Rice*. Each tale explores a unique manifestation of love: its purity, its corruption, its transcendence — until the final convergence unites all stories into a single, beating heart.
Stylistically, the series occupies the delicate space between the literary and the lyrical. The tone is both classical and visceral, echoing 19th-century romanticism yet speaking powerfully to contemporary readers who crave emotional depth and aesthetic darkness. The characters are not simply tragic — they are **beautifully doomed**, their souls burning bright against the void.
Ultimately, *Eternal Vows* is not a mere anthology; it is a **literary resurrection** of gothic romanticism itself. Nightshade’s vision — elegant, devastating, and profoundly human — captures the essence of the eternal: that love, once sworn, is never lost, only transformed.
It is a series destined to become a modern classic in dark romantic literature — a whispered vow that will linger in the reader’s heart long after the final page has turned.
From its opening volume, *Tales of Doomed Lovers*, to the lush melancholy of *Shadows of the Forsaken*, and culminating in the mesmerizing *Echoes of the Damned*, Nightshade creates not merely stories, but **a mythology of eternal passion**. Each volume operates as both an independent anthology and a fragment of a greater continuum — an echo chamber where every vow, every heartbreak, and every whispered promise reverberate through centuries of yearning.
The author’s mastery lies in the **fusion of poetic language and atmospheric world-building**. Castles crumble under the weight of grief, seas sing of lost souls, and time itself bends in reverence to love’s defiance. Each story functions as a requiem for devotion — lovers torn apart by war, death, betrayal, and supernatural fate, yet bound eternally by their vows.
What distinguishes Nightshade’s work from conventional dark romance is its **emotional intelligence and thematic cohesion**. The recurring symbols — black roses, clocks, lanterns, moonlight, and mist — serve not as mere decoration, but as emotional conduits. They transform the settings into living entities, mirrors reflecting the lovers’ anguish and ecstasy.
In *Echoes of the Damned*, the third and most mature volume, Nightshade refines the art of gothic storytelling to near perfection. The prose is lush, immersive, and cinematic, evoking the mournful grandeur of *Penny Dreadful* and the decadent melancholy of *Anne Rice*. Each tale explores a unique manifestation of love: its purity, its corruption, its transcendence — until the final convergence unites all stories into a single, beating heart.
Stylistically, the series occupies the delicate space between the literary and the lyrical. The tone is both classical and visceral, echoing 19th-century romanticism yet speaking powerfully to contemporary readers who crave emotional depth and aesthetic darkness. The characters are not simply tragic — they are **beautifully doomed**, their souls burning bright against the void.
Ultimately, *Eternal Vows* is not a mere anthology; it is a **literary resurrection** of gothic romanticism itself. Nightshade’s vision — elegant, devastating, and profoundly human — captures the essence of the eternal: that love, once sworn, is never lost, only transformed.
It is a series destined to become a modern classic in dark romantic literature — a whispered vow that will linger in the reader’s heart long after the final page has turned.
November 10, 2025
Eternal Vows — The Beginning of a Gothic Legacy
There are promises that death cannot silence.
Some vows echo through centuries, haunting the hearts that dared to make them.
With Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers – Volume I
Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers_ Volume I
the first candle was lit in the darkness — a collection of tragic love stories where devotion defies time, fate, and the grave itself.
Each tale whispered of passion bound by sorrow, and of hearts that refused to rest.
Now, the journey continues with
Eternal Vows: Shadows of the Forsaken – Volume II
Eternal Vows: Shadows of the Forsaken – Volume II
There are promises that death cannot silence.
Some vows echo through centuries, haunting the hearts that dared to make them.
With Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers – Volume I https://a.co/d/e7W6Php
the first candle was lit in the darkness — a collection of tragic love stories where devotion defies time, fate, and the grave itself.
Each tale whispered of passion bound by sorrow, and of hearts that refused to rest.
Now, the journey continues with
Eternal Vows: Shadows of the Forsaken – Volume II https://a.co/d/iij0N5Z
—a descent into deeper shadows, where mirrors bleed, music awakens the dead, and love itself becomes both the curse and the key.
In Eternal Vows, every promise is eternal.
Every lover is haunted.
Every story leaves an echo behind the veil.
Join me in exploring this world of gothic romance, dark passion, and cursed devotion —
where the heart remembers even after death forgets.
🕯️
— H. Nightshade
Author of the Eternal Vows series
a descent into deeper shadows, where mirrors bleed, music awakens the dead, and love itself becomes both the curse and the key.
In Eternal Vows, every promise is eternal.
Every lover is haunted.
Every story leaves an echo behind the veil.
Join me in exploring this world of gothic romance, dark passion, and cursed devotion —
where the heart remembers even after death forgets.
🕯️
— H. Nightshade
Author of the Eternal Vows series
Some vows echo through centuries, haunting the hearts that dared to make them.
With Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers – Volume I
Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers_ Volume I
the first candle was lit in the darkness — a collection of tragic love stories where devotion defies time, fate, and the grave itself.
Each tale whispered of passion bound by sorrow, and of hearts that refused to rest.
Now, the journey continues with
Eternal Vows: Shadows of the Forsaken – Volume II
Eternal Vows: Shadows of the Forsaken – Volume II
There are promises that death cannot silence.
Some vows echo through centuries, haunting the hearts that dared to make them.
With Eternal Vows: Tales of Doomed Lovers – Volume I https://a.co/d/e7W6Php
the first candle was lit in the darkness — a collection of tragic love stories where devotion defies time, fate, and the grave itself.
Each tale whispered of passion bound by sorrow, and of hearts that refused to rest.
Now, the journey continues with
Eternal Vows: Shadows of the Forsaken – Volume II https://a.co/d/iij0N5Z
—a descent into deeper shadows, where mirrors bleed, music awakens the dead, and love itself becomes both the curse and the key.
In Eternal Vows, every promise is eternal.
Every lover is haunted.
Every story leaves an echo behind the veil.
Join me in exploring this world of gothic romance, dark passion, and cursed devotion —
where the heart remembers even after death forgets.
🕯️
— H. Nightshade
Author of the Eternal Vows series
a descent into deeper shadows, where mirrors bleed, music awakens the dead, and love itself becomes both the curse and the key.
In Eternal Vows, every promise is eternal.
Every lover is haunted.
Every story leaves an echo behind the veil.
Join me in exploring this world of gothic romance, dark passion, and cursed devotion —
where the heart remembers even after death forgets.
🕯️
— H. Nightshade
Author of the Eternal Vows series
November 7, 2025
Eclipsed Hearts: When Love Learns to Bleed
There are stories that shimmer in the light — and there are those that are born in shadow.
Eclipsed Hearts belongs to the latter.
This gothic anthology is more than a collection of tragic romances; it is a descent into the beautiful and the forbidden — a journey through passion that refuses to die, even when the heart has long stopped beating.
Each tale within Eclipsed Hearts was written under the same moon that never fully rises — the pale witness of love that lingers between this world and the next.
Haunted brides whisper through broken mirrors.
Lovers chase each other through centuries of darkness.
And every vow carved in blood carries the echo of eternity.
I wanted these stories to hurt and to heal, to haunt and to seduce — because love, in its truest form, is never pure light.
Sometimes, it is the eclipse that consumes us.
For readers who find beauty in ruin, poetry in despair, and passion in the shadows — Eclipsed Hearts awaits you.
— H. Nightshade
🕯️ “In every story I write, love bleeds — and the darkness listens.”
Eclipsed Hearts: Tales from the Crimson Veil – Volume I
https://a.co/d/747JayV
Eclipsed Hearts: Whispers of the Damned Volume II
https://a.co/d/7eku5V8
Eclipsed Hearts belongs to the latter.
This gothic anthology is more than a collection of tragic romances; it is a descent into the beautiful and the forbidden — a journey through passion that refuses to die, even when the heart has long stopped beating.
Each tale within Eclipsed Hearts was written under the same moon that never fully rises — the pale witness of love that lingers between this world and the next.
Haunted brides whisper through broken mirrors.
Lovers chase each other through centuries of darkness.
And every vow carved in blood carries the echo of eternity.
I wanted these stories to hurt and to heal, to haunt and to seduce — because love, in its truest form, is never pure light.
Sometimes, it is the eclipse that consumes us.
For readers who find beauty in ruin, poetry in despair, and passion in the shadows — Eclipsed Hearts awaits you.
— H. Nightshade
🕯️ “In every story I write, love bleeds — and the darkness listens.”
Eclipsed Hearts: Tales from the Crimson Veil – Volume I
https://a.co/d/747JayV
Eclipsed Hearts: Whispers of the Damned Volume II
https://a.co/d/7eku5V8
September 23, 2025
The Stars, the Moon, and the Human Spirit
The Stars, the Moon, and the Human Spirit: A Journey Beyond the Veil
From the dawn of time, humankind has looked to the night sky for answers. The stars and the moon have been more than distant lights; they have been teachers, guides, and symbols of our deepest mysteries. Across cultures, spiritual seekers have turned their gaze upward to understand the hidden language of the universe.
🌙 The Moon: A Mirror of the Soul
The moon has always been seen as a reflection of our emotions and inner tides. Its phases mirror the cycles of life—beginnings, growth, release, and renewal. Many believe that during the full moon, emotions are heightened, intuition is sharper, and dreams carry messages from beyond the veil. Meanwhile, the new moon offers a chance for new beginnings, intention-setting, and planting the seeds of transformation.
⭐ The Stars: Eternal Beacons of Guidance
Every star has been seen as a spark of divine energy. Astrologers teach that the positions of stars at our birth can shape our paths, but even beyond astrology, stars have been symbols of hope, destiny, and spiritual awakening. When we meditate under a clear night sky, it feels as though each star whispers a truth meant only for us.
🌌 The Cosmic Connection
Modern spirituality often speaks of cosmic energy—the idea that the universe and the human soul are deeply interconnected. Just as the moon influences the tides, many spiritual traditions believe it also influences the human heart and mind. By aligning ourselves with the rhythms of the cosmos, we can find greater balance, healing, and purpose.
✨ How to Embrace Their Energy
Meditate under the moonlight and let your mind quiet as you absorb its calm energy.
Keep a journal of dreams during different lunar phases.
Spend time stargazing in silence, allowing cosmic energy to open your intuition.
Use astrology not as a prediction tool, but as a mirror for self-discovery.
💫 A Reminder from the Veil
The stars and the moon remind us that we are never alone. The same light that touches your eyes tonight has shone upon countless souls before you. Within that eternal connection lies a truth: we are part of something vast, luminous, and sacred.
From the dawn of time, humankind has looked to the night sky for answers. The stars and the moon have been more than distant lights; they have been teachers, guides, and symbols of our deepest mysteries. Across cultures, spiritual seekers have turned their gaze upward to understand the hidden language of the universe.
🌙 The Moon: A Mirror of the Soul
The moon has always been seen as a reflection of our emotions and inner tides. Its phases mirror the cycles of life—beginnings, growth, release, and renewal. Many believe that during the full moon, emotions are heightened, intuition is sharper, and dreams carry messages from beyond the veil. Meanwhile, the new moon offers a chance for new beginnings, intention-setting, and planting the seeds of transformation.
⭐ The Stars: Eternal Beacons of Guidance
Every star has been seen as a spark of divine energy. Astrologers teach that the positions of stars at our birth can shape our paths, but even beyond astrology, stars have been symbols of hope, destiny, and spiritual awakening. When we meditate under a clear night sky, it feels as though each star whispers a truth meant only for us.
🌌 The Cosmic Connection
Modern spirituality often speaks of cosmic energy—the idea that the universe and the human soul are deeply interconnected. Just as the moon influences the tides, many spiritual traditions believe it also influences the human heart and mind. By aligning ourselves with the rhythms of the cosmos, we can find greater balance, healing, and purpose.
✨ How to Embrace Their Energy
Meditate under the moonlight and let your mind quiet as you absorb its calm energy.
Keep a journal of dreams during different lunar phases.
Spend time stargazing in silence, allowing cosmic energy to open your intuition.
Use astrology not as a prediction tool, but as a mirror for self-discovery.
💫 A Reminder from the Veil
The stars and the moon remind us that we are never alone. The same light that touches your eyes tonight has shone upon countless souls before you. Within that eternal connection lies a truth: we are part of something vast, luminous, and sacred.
September 2, 2025
A Note to My Goodreads Friends
Dear friends,
As the new season begins, so too does the return of my work in the courts. Being a practicing **criminal lawyer**, my days ahead will once again be filled with long hours, demanding cases, and the challenges that come with standing for justice.
During my recent break, I had the chance to spend more time here on Goodreads—reading your thoughts, engaging with your recommendations, and sharing my own love for books. It was a refreshing and inspiring experience that reminded me how powerful this community truly is.
Although my professional duties may keep me away more often in the coming weeks, please know that I value every one of you. Your reviews, your insights, and your friendship are things I carry with me, even when I am not present online.
I will join in whenever I can, and I look forward to returning to more regular conversations once my schedule allows. Until then, keep reading, keep sharing, and know that I deeply appreciate being part of this wonderful circle of readers.
Warm regards,
H. Nightshade
As the new season begins, so too does the return of my work in the courts. Being a practicing **criminal lawyer**, my days ahead will once again be filled with long hours, demanding cases, and the challenges that come with standing for justice.
During my recent break, I had the chance to spend more time here on Goodreads—reading your thoughts, engaging with your recommendations, and sharing my own love for books. It was a refreshing and inspiring experience that reminded me how powerful this community truly is.
Although my professional duties may keep me away more often in the coming weeks, please know that I value every one of you. Your reviews, your insights, and your friendship are things I carry with me, even when I am not present online.
I will join in whenever I can, and I look forward to returning to more regular conversations once my schedule allows. Until then, keep reading, keep sharing, and know that I deeply appreciate being part of this wonderful circle of readers.
Warm regards,
H. Nightshade
July 25, 2025
Narrative Scene – The Queen and the Dragon
In the shadow of the great war that preoccupied King William, Queen Vensia sat quietly in her royal tent, pitched just behind the advancing army. Her thoughts wandered from the battlefield to the skies above, where freedom once beckoned her through the wings of her mighty companion.
She longed for the wind in her hair again, for the wild flight across the kingdom’s skies. Her fingers reached instinctively for the small flute that always hung from the silver chain around her neck — a relic from long ago, found beside the wounded hatchling she had once rescued as a child. That hatchling had become **Darcon**, the great dragon whose bond with her defied the laws of man and beast.
With a soft breath, she blew into the flute. Moments later, the clouds stirred and the heavens answered — a thunderous roar tore through the sky as Darcon descended, wings spread wide, scales shimmering like burning coals, and eyes locked on his queen. The earth trembled as he landed gracefully beside her tent.
Climbing onto his back, Vensia set off, soaring above forests and rivers, her heart filled with both nostalgia and unease. Something felt… wrong.
As she neared the coast, a salty wind hit her face. In the distance, the sea boiled with motion. Below her, the royal fleet stood in formation — but beyond them, on the horizon, she saw sails. Not just one or two, but **hundreds**.
Enemy ships. Tatar banners. War was coming from the sea.
Unknown to the king, the traitor Nero had sent a secret invitation to King Abraha of the Tatar realms, promising him half the kingdom in exchange for his alliance. And now, that alliance had arrived — on burning tides.
Vensia’s eyes narrowed.
The fleet commander below had already spotted the threat and sent a message pigeon toward the king’s camp, requesting reinforcements to hold the shoreline should the fleet fall. But Vensia knew time was a luxury they could not afford.
She leaned forward and whispered to Darcon.
The dragon growled low in response, his wings ready.
She had never once used him for war.
But today, she might.
🔥 **"Stay tuned for Part Two... Coming soon!"**
📖 **"Haven’t read Part One yet? Discover it now:
Echoes of The Astral War: Book One Vatika
She longed for the wind in her hair again, for the wild flight across the kingdom’s skies. Her fingers reached instinctively for the small flute that always hung from the silver chain around her neck — a relic from long ago, found beside the wounded hatchling she had once rescued as a child. That hatchling had become **Darcon**, the great dragon whose bond with her defied the laws of man and beast.
With a soft breath, she blew into the flute. Moments later, the clouds stirred and the heavens answered — a thunderous roar tore through the sky as Darcon descended, wings spread wide, scales shimmering like burning coals, and eyes locked on his queen. The earth trembled as he landed gracefully beside her tent.
Climbing onto his back, Vensia set off, soaring above forests and rivers, her heart filled with both nostalgia and unease. Something felt… wrong.
As she neared the coast, a salty wind hit her face. In the distance, the sea boiled with motion. Below her, the royal fleet stood in formation — but beyond them, on the horizon, she saw sails. Not just one or two, but **hundreds**.
Enemy ships. Tatar banners. War was coming from the sea.
Unknown to the king, the traitor Nero had sent a secret invitation to King Abraha of the Tatar realms, promising him half the kingdom in exchange for his alliance. And now, that alliance had arrived — on burning tides.
Vensia’s eyes narrowed.
The fleet commander below had already spotted the threat and sent a message pigeon toward the king’s camp, requesting reinforcements to hold the shoreline should the fleet fall. But Vensia knew time was a luxury they could not afford.
She leaned forward and whispered to Darcon.
The dragon growled low in response, his wings ready.
She had never once used him for war.
But today, she might.
🔥 **"Stay tuned for Part Two... Coming soon!"**
📖 **"Haven’t read Part One yet? Discover it now:
Echoes of The Astral War: Book One Vatika
July 21, 2025
For the women who feel too much, know too deeply, and love beyond words — this space is for you
🌙 Whispers Beneath the Stars
A Sacred Letter to the Women of My Circle
I greet you — not just with words, but with energy.
To the intuitive, radiant, and quietly powerful women within my orbit: this space is for you.
I sense you — some of you are carrying new life, others carrying invisible weight.
Some of you are healing, others growing wings. Some are remembering who they were, and some are becoming someone new.
As a modern shaman, I write not to explain, but to remind.
Your path is not random — it spirals through cycles, energies, and sacred seasons. Let me show you the map in the stars.
🔮 Zodiac Whispers – Energies This Month:
♓ Pisces: Dreams are speaking louder now. Write them down. Trust them.
♌ Leo: You’ve dimmed your light for long enough — time to reclaim the stage of your life.
♑ Capricorn: Allow stillness. Your power doesn’t always need to move.
♋ Cancer: Your softness is your magic. Don't let the world harden you.
If your sign wasn’t mentioned — listen anyway. You already know which message is yours.
🧘♀️ Shamanic Grounding Practice (5 Minutes)
Try this gentle ritual today — wherever you are:
Find a quiet corner. Sit or lie down. Place both hands over your heart.
Close your eyes. Inhale slowly through your nose for 4 seconds… Hold for 4… Exhale gently for 6.
Repeat the breath three times, and with every breath, whisper softly to yourself:
“I am here. I am safe. I am whole.”
Visualize a soft golden thread connecting your heart to the Earth below.
Breathe again. Smile softly. You’ve come home to yourself.
You don’t need to do more to be worthy of peace.
You simply need to return to your breath and remember — you are sacred.
📚 A Space Between Worlds
This blog is not just a collection of words. It's a channel — a doorway — a conversation between souls.
Each post is a note from me to you, from energy to energy. If it resonates, it is yours.
You are not random. You are not lost.
You are on a sacred path — and I’m simply here, whispering from the shadows, reminding you to trust it.
#ShamanicWisdom #SacredFeminine #ZodiacHealing #SpiritualReflection #GoodreadsBlog #DivineConnection #AstrologyVibes
July 14, 2025
Whispering Between Pages: An Open Reading to the Women Within My Circle
Lately, I’ve felt the winds shift.
Not in the world around me — but in the space between thoughts, in the energy that radiates quietly from the women I share soul-space with.
Some of you are glowing — your bodies nurturing new life.
Some of you are aching — silently, beautifully, bravely.
Some are dancing in light.
Others are standing in the soft shadows, waiting for something unnamed.
As a modern-day shaman, I don’t need to name names to feel your presence.
You're with me in the margins of my pages,
in the rhythm of my own breath when I write,
and in the sacred stillness between one heartbeat and the next.
I’ve read the skies this week —
and here is what the signs whisper for you:
Aries women, this month is your fire: lean into your passion, even if it burns.
Cancer sisters, tend to your heart. A wave of intuition is coming. Trust it.
Libra goddesses, you’re on the edge of beauty becoming truth — say what you've hidden.
Scorpio moons, something is breaking open: it’s not loss, it’s transformation.
Pisces souls, love will arrive softly — not in fireworks, but in a single deep gaze.
I honour you.
All of you — known and unknown — whose energy has brushed mine, even for a moment.
You are part of the story.
Perhaps even the beginning of it.
💬 Have you felt the shift too?
Which part whispered to you the loudest?
Let it guide you… or simply sit with it. That’s enough.
🖋️
R.
Not in the world around me — but in the space between thoughts, in the energy that radiates quietly from the women I share soul-space with.
Some of you are glowing — your bodies nurturing new life.
Some of you are aching — silently, beautifully, bravely.
Some are dancing in light.
Others are standing in the soft shadows, waiting for something unnamed.
As a modern-day shaman, I don’t need to name names to feel your presence.
You're with me in the margins of my pages,
in the rhythm of my own breath when I write,
and in the sacred stillness between one heartbeat and the next.
I’ve read the skies this week —
and here is what the signs whisper for you:
Aries women, this month is your fire: lean into your passion, even if it burns.
Cancer sisters, tend to your heart. A wave of intuition is coming. Trust it.
Libra goddesses, you’re on the edge of beauty becoming truth — say what you've hidden.
Scorpio moons, something is breaking open: it’s not loss, it’s transformation.
Pisces souls, love will arrive softly — not in fireworks, but in a single deep gaze.
I honour you.
All of you — known and unknown — whose energy has brushed mine, even for a moment.
You are part of the story.
Perhaps even the beginning of it.
💬 Have you felt the shift too?
Which part whispered to you the loudest?
Let it guide you… or simply sit with it. That’s enough.
🖋️
R.
Whispering Between Pages: An Open Reading to the Women Within My Circle
Lately, I’ve felt the winds shift.
Not in the world around me — but in the space between thoughts, in the energy that radiates quietly from the women I share soul-space with.
Some of you are glowing — your bodies nurturing new life.
Some of you are aching — silently, beautifully, bravely.
Some are dancing in light.
Others are standing in the soft shadows, waiting for something unnamed.
As a modern-day shaman, I don’t need to name names to feel your presence.
You're with me in the margins of my pages,
in the rhythm of my own breath when I write,
and in the sacred stillness between one heartbeat and the next.
I’ve read the skies this week —
and here is what the signs whisper for you:
Aries women, this month is your fire: lean into your passion, even if it burns.
Cancer sisters, tend to your heart. A wave of intuition is coming. Trust it.
Libra goddesses, you’re on the edge of beauty becoming truth — say what you've hidden.
Scorpio moons, something is breaking open: it’s not loss, it’s transformation.
Pisces souls, love will arrive softly — not in fireworks, but in a single deep gaze.
I honour you.
All of you — known and unknown — whose energy has brushed mine, even for a moment.
You are part of the story.
Perhaps even the beginning of it.
💬 Have you felt the shift too?
Which part whispered to you the loudest?
Let it guide you… or simply sit with it. That’s enough.
🖋️
R.
Not in the world around me — but in the space between thoughts, in the energy that radiates quietly from the women I share soul-space with.
Some of you are glowing — your bodies nurturing new life.
Some of you are aching — silently, beautifully, bravely.
Some are dancing in light.
Others are standing in the soft shadows, waiting for something unnamed.
As a modern-day shaman, I don’t need to name names to feel your presence.
You're with me in the margins of my pages,
in the rhythm of my own breath when I write,
and in the sacred stillness between one heartbeat and the next.
I’ve read the skies this week —
and here is what the signs whisper for you:
Aries women, this month is your fire: lean into your passion, even if it burns.
Cancer sisters, tend to your heart. A wave of intuition is coming. Trust it.
Libra goddesses, you’re on the edge of beauty becoming truth — say what you've hidden.
Scorpio moons, something is breaking open: it’s not loss, it’s transformation.
Pisces souls, love will arrive softly — not in fireworks, but in a single deep gaze.
I honour you.
All of you — known and unknown — whose energy has brushed mine, even for a moment.
You are part of the story.
Perhaps even the beginning of it.
💬 Have you felt the shift too?
Which part whispered to you the loudest?
Let it guide you… or simply sit with it. That’s enough.
🖋️
R.
