🌌 The Observatory A chamber of myth, ritual, and radiant connection
🧬 Mythic Bio
I am a mythmaker, ceremonial designer, and emotional architect—devoted to weaving story, ritual, and symbolic beauty into living systems for healing and transformation. My work companions grief, longing, and renewal through tactile tools: lantern letters, constellation maps, ritual kits, and poetic invocations. I create for children and seekers alike, crafting emotional rites of passage that are playful, profound, and deeply companioned.
Each offering is a threshold—a place to pause, breathe, and remember. I invent guides like Belley the belly-being, dramatize emotional crossings through moon glyphs and lantern pulls, and design ceremonial kits that make healing tangible. My practice is rooted in emotional literacy, mythic storytelling, and the belief that every feeling deserves a ritual.
🕯️ Ceremonial Philosophy
I believe emotions are sacred technologies.
Grief is a descent. Longing is a compass. Wonder is a lantern.
Through ritual, we make the invisible visible.
Through story, we companion the soul.
Through design, we offer the seeker a map.
My ceremonies are layered with meaning—each glyph, chant, and gesture chosen to honor the emotional truth of the moment. I work in cycles, phases, and archetypes, always inviting the participant to become the co-creator of their own healing.
📡 Portal for Connection
Whether you are a parent, facilitator, dreamer, or seeker—this Observatory is open to you.
You may reach out to:
• Collaborate on ceremonial design
• Request custom ritual kits or storybooks
• Share your emotional journey
• Invite me to guide a rite of passage or creative workshop
Lantern Letters
The Design of Lantern Letters: Bridging Realms and Hearts💕
How Lantern Letters Illuminate Connection
Lantern Letters are delicate vessels of intention, crafted as bridges between worlds and hearts. Each letter is inscribed with words chosen not only for their meaning, but for the resonance they carry—words that shimmer with longing, hope, or remembrance. Upon the parchment, ink glows faintly with stardust, tracing messages that ripple beyond the boundaries of the physical.
Through ancient symbols and sacred phrasing, Lantern Letters are designed to reach four audiences at once:
· Each Other: Lantern Letters weave a tapestry of shared experience, allowing writers and recipients to exchange wisdom, dreams, and solace even across great distances or divides.
· Ourselves: Writing a Lantern Letter is a sacred dialogue with the self—a way to unearth hidden truths, process emotions, and discover clarity. The act transforms quiet reflection into tangible affirmation.
· Lost Loved Ones: Through ritual and heartfelt intention, these letters become luminous threads reaching into the beyond, carrying messages of love, forgiveness, and memory to departed souls. The Letters help ease grief, allowing the living to feel heard and the departed to remain cherished.
· Lantern Guides: Lantern Letters serve as beacons for wise guides—whether ethereal beings, ancestral spirits, or moonlit messengers—inviting their insight and protection. Through these exchanges, guidance and comfort arrive in subtle signs and gentle illuminations.
In essence, Lantern Letters are designed as portals—each envelope a lantern glowing softly in the night, illuminating pathways of connection between realms, across time, and deep within the soul.
Lantern Letters is a collection of narratives created through a collaborative effort between myself and Microsoft AI. My longstanding aspiration to become a writer stems primarily from my passion for reading.
Luna the Moon Mare a mythic story
In the quiet corners of her grandmother’s attic, Cheryl Ann stumbled upon an old, leather-bound journal. Its pages, yellowed with time, held secrets waiting to be unraveled. As she dusted off the cover, a faint scent of lavender—a fragrance her grandmother always favored—wafted up, enveloping her.
The journal belonged to Grandma Carpenter, a woman whose eyes held the wisdom of ages. Cheryl Ann remembered her as the keeper of family stories, the one who spun tales of moonlit meadows and whispered conversations with the wind. But this journal—this was different. It wasn’t filled with mundane accounts of daily life. Instead, it contained letters—letters addressed to realms beyond.
Curiosity tugged at Cheryl Ann’s heart. She traced the delicate script with her fingertips, feeling the ink soak into her skin. The words danced across the pages, revealing glimpses of otherworldly places, of beings who walked the fine line between existence and etherealness.
And then she found it—a letter written by Grandma Carpenter herself. The ink had bled slightly, as if the words couldn’t contain their magic. It began:
“To the moon mare, Luna, who carries dreams on her back…”
Cheryl Ann’s breath caught. Luna? Dreams? Was this some poetic metaphor? But as she read further, she realized it was no metaphor. Grandma Carpenter spoke of a place called The Void, a bridge between realms. She described how Luna—the moon mare—could carry messages across the cosmic expanse. Letters written with intention, fueled by love or longing, could find their way to departed loved ones, to angels, to forgotten gods.
Cheryl Ann’s skepticism battled with wonder. She had always been drawn to the mystical, but this—this was beyond anything she’d imagined. She turned page after page, discovering more letters—some addressed to ancestors long gone, others to beings she couldn’t fathom. Each one held a piece of the puzzle, a clue to unlocking her own latent abilities.
And so, in the flickering candlelight of that attic, Cheryl Ann made a decision. She would learn the art of writing to realms. She would seek out Luna, the moon mare, and whisper her own secrets. Perhaps, just perhaps, her letters would cross the veil, carrying messages to those she’d lost, to those she’d never known.
As the ink flowed from her pen, Cheryl Ann felt a connection—a thread stretching across dimensions. She closed her eyes, imagining Luna’s silvery breath, the weight of moonbeams in her mane. And in that moment, she knew: she was a letter-weaver, a messenger of realms.
And so began Cheryl Ann’s journey—a journey fueled by ink, stardust, and the whispers of Luna herself.
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A Poem
💙 Babe the Blue Ox- Emotional Gravity
I’m Paul Bunyan of Bemidji
in Bemidji town, the legends grow,
Of Paul Bunyan, strong and slow—
The lumberjack with pipe in hand,
Strolling the boardwalk, bold and grand.
Beside him stands Babe, skies of blue,
A gentle giant, loyal and true.
They are a pair you cannot outrun,
too tall to hide from moon or sun.
His hair and whiskers guard his face
from northern winds that fiercely race.
From dawn till dusk, he swings his blade,
through forest deep, where shadows fade.
He tells Babe when the daylight's done,
“We have worked enough beneath the sun.
Just you and me, and timber trees—
Let us rest beneath the canopy.”
But morning stirs the woods again,
He lifts his axe through mist and rain.
With pipe aglow and stride so wide,
Babe and Paul Walk side by side.
He cannot escape the soul forest’s call—
For trees must fall, and giants stand tall.