Hot in Palo Santo. The space where soul meets smoke, clarity meets chaos.

 

Welcome to the part the portal that lights a match, not just sage - it's a confessional altar for the high-functioning healers, the soft-core mystics, and the glamorously untamed. If you've ever cried in the shower, pulled a tarot card mid- meltdown, or healed a wound while wearing designer sunglasses...You're home.

 

 The notes app on my phone has become my sacred sidekick - in traffic, mid-flight, or somewhere between my fifteenth existencial crisis of the week. No edits. No overthinking. Just soul without strategy. Feeling without form. 

​This is where the truth comes out uninvited - messy, tender, and most of the times holy. This space is my refuge, my exhale, my release. And in sharing it with you, I hope you find pieces of yourself between the lines.