At This Point, With This View.


I am grateful for what I have and what I’ve learned. Most days I’m happy now. Lately, I’ve been letting Nature take its course. I cannot and should not force anyone to stay in my life. I also should not fear losing anyone, especially if I’m gaining pieces of myself in return. This puzzle of mine, I put together with intense focus. Recently, I’ve noticed that a few people in my life will be exiting at this stage. It is a sacrifice I thought long and hard over. I am prepared and ready to make it.

I am at a place of peace and passion. I know that I have options. I do not have to follow anyone. I don’t need to bend to another person’s will. I have choices. 


Anyone out there who feels as thought they’re going through the motions, or maybe you feel that you are always doing what you are told and it depresses you, I want to help you to remove that conditioning. Lift your veil. You are enough. Maybe you’re in a dead end relationship or a dead end job. I’ve been through both countless of times. Maybe you feel controlled and enslaved by religion, maybe you’re looking to join a religion. Either way you have choices. There are options. Sit and think deeply. Write, make several plans to find a way out. But the first step is KNOWING that you can get out. Experience, experiment, and explore. That’s a motto I created for myself to remind myself of life’s capabilities and how I should approach it. And I’m sharing it with you. I love you 🌏🌍🌎.

In My Tree,


Let’s Chat Over Drinks

You know, to spill our guts. Lately, I’ve been feeling the need to talk. Let me tell you all of a very recent night by the river in the south with a lemon martini.

FYI: I’m open to responses. I’d like a conversation to grow at some point.

Do you ever stop midway while doing something and have a moment of epiphany? This is what happened the night at the Mississippi River. There I sat with my sister and her friend. Discussing taboo subjects. And it occurred to me how many people have exit from my life.

I’m not offended. I was, however, worried. Will I be left with no one to talk to? I’m on this journey learning how to connect with people. That’s one of the reasons I’m here typing to everyone who reads this. Ok, so I’ve found myself and I’m coming into my own. My question is: Is this normal?

In My Tree,


I’m still not explaining myself.

I am ready to step out. And I’ve been taking actions. Being vocal. Feeling confident. Communicating and taking control. But I’m still feeling hushed. I thought I was doing it right. Maybe I’m not doing enough. Someone very dear to me made me take a hard look at my situation. Some would think of it as a compliment. I took it as a reality check. Holding me accountable. I’m paraphrasing here. But my very dear love explained that “You have everything you need. You don’t need those type of people around you. You can do this on your own.”

To me, that says,”Ok! Get to it. Go all the way in. Fearlessly. Get it done now. You’re wasting time.” But I’m hell bent on this vision I had. I feel so odd that I don’t mesh well with anything or anyone else really. I’ve been comfortable as the loner. But why is it a problem now? Why am I worried about being alone out there now? I need to do better because I’ll end up sacrificing to a fault. And it could all be gone.

In My Tree,


Some of you met Seraphine

She’s a bit feisty. But it’s out of love and experience. On Seraphine Wolf’s Blog you’ll find dark spirituality, love, sex, hard truths, poetry, and many lessons through her path. But you still must walk your own.

It’s not a place for the faint at heart. It’s not a place for those who choose to stay closed to different spiritual beliefs. It’s not a place to attack anyone. 

Her blog is a place for healing, experimenting, and learning. Those with alternate beliefs are welcomed. 

In My Tree,


Do I?

So today, 

I was living. You know, running errands, working, cooking, eating, and reading. But I stopped breathing…

Should I say it?

Is it worth it?


Will we die sooner than planned?

We still have our youth.






Can I do this…

Yes Owl you can…

I realized I feel a different type of freedom with my love that I hadn’t realized…

Am I prepared to lose it?

My love? I can not see us being… un coupled.

The answer will come.

I’m am excited 

I am happy

I feel this thrill rising up

Like a moth
In My Tree,


My Wolf

My wolf drinks whiskey

As I rub amber into his coat

His claws pierce my back

He watches my tongue lick his fur

Now look at this wild creature

He caught my majestic scent

I caught his heaviness

When he touched my within

Come here my consort

Your mate screams your name

If you do not feed me from yourself

Severed dolls will lay around me

Give me back that land under the moon

So I may shine light into your eyes

I’m searching through your windows



Poem by Keota Picou


In the garden she walks

Thorns in her hands

From the plant she touched

Bottles of wine in her thoughts

Amber in her blood

Whiskey on her breath

Gazing at a brick wall

Wondering what is next

Her soul is sold

Knowing she shouldn’t have walked through that


Room of lessons

He is her lesson

Lesson of less than

And she is taught

Just for one second

Everything changed for one ever

It changed to a never

He collected his score

If she died tomorrow

Would there be remorse?

But when you play by the score

You forget

It’s not a game

And when the chips fall down

No one sings those old sayings

When the casket takes its bow

But he was taught

Just the looks in their eyes

The air around their mouths

The gold paint that they carried

As they walked

Hit the buzzer to hit the button

Its time to clock in

Her turn her job

But she cant pay her rent

Broken doll

Severed head

Drop the curtains for her exit


Poem by Keota Picou