For the woman who’s been stretched too thin. For the mother who needs her roots back. For the sacred one who gives and gives—now it’s time to receive. Hold a piece of Red Jasper. Or step outside barefoot. Lean against a tree. Kneel in your garden. Let the Earth hold you. Let her remind you: you are never alone. Now speak this aloud: **“I call back my energy. I call back my power. I root myself in the truth of who I am. Red Jasper, ground me. Tree spirits, root me. Garden soil, hold me. Let me rise from the soil of my own strength. No more leaking. No more pleasing. I am not a martyr. I am not a machine. I am a mother, a miracle, a movement. And I matter.”** This is your re-rooting. This is your homecoming. This is the Earth remembering you. —The Rebel Roses

I was angry today. Not the kind of angry that passes quickly— the kind that simmers, that has a message in it. The kind that comes from deep knowing, like the from seeing too much, staying too long, giving too much and getting crumbs in return. And instead of silencing it… I picked up my pen. And I let that fire speak. I didn’t censor it. I didn’t pretty it up. I let my rage be sacred. Because that’s what we’re doing here in this space— we are reclaiming what they told us was “too much.” We are turning our anger into art, our pain into poetry, our fire into fuel. If you’re feeling the heat too— you’re not alone. You’re not crazy. You’re not broken. You’re waking up. And if you need to scream, write, cry, or dance it out— this is your invitation. Let your body talk. Let your soul rage. And then—if you’re ready— turn it into something sacred.

I Could’ve Been Gone by Goddess T. Marie I could’ve been gone. And not just buried. I mean gone gone. I could’ve been with lovers, getting flewed out, on shopping sprees, eating strawberries on balconies in far away places letting some man pay my rent for a smile. Oh, don’t play— I’ve seen the sugar daddy content. I could do it. But I didn’t. I could’ve been gone mentally. Could’ve taken the powder they offered. Numbed out. Doped out. Stoned out of my damn mind and no one would have blamed me. But I chose to stay. I chose to be present. I chose to be a conscious parent even when the dreamer in me was begging to run. I’m standing here. And I’ll keep standing. I’m digging my roots deep— deep into this earth, into this body, into this sacred role as the mother tree. The one who only lives to give Back to the fruit that came from her. Cyclically. Over. And over. And over. But catch this fire: I’m taking care of me. Because I’m the damn tree. And what happens when the tree dies? Exactly. So if you ever try to call a mother selfish for saving her own life— Don’t. I’m not dramatic. I’m just done dying quietly. And this? This is my gospel from the flames

Rooted Even in the Storm (A message from my heart to yours) Lately, I’ve been holding both gratitude and fear. Grateful that my rent is paid, my children are healthy, my needs are covered. Grateful for the love I share, the books I’m writing, and the dreams I’m finally stepping into. But also… shaken. Threatened. A little unsafe. A recent message from my lawyer stirred up old fears—fears around stability, money, and control. And it reminded me just how fragile the ground can feel when you’re building a new life after breaking away from the old. But I also see this: I’m becoming more grounded in who I am. I’m learning to stand firm in my truth, not theirs. I’m still a sapling, yes—but I am reaching for the sun with everything in me. If you feel this too… if you’re somewhere between gratitude and grief, strength and shaking—this is for you: Affirmation for the Sapling Woman I am rooting, even when I tremble. I am growing, even when I grieve. I am allowed to ask for help, and still be a powerful force. I am learning to trust my truth and let it hold me like sacred soil. I will not be uprooted by fear. I am the becoming. I am the bloom. I am the tree. For every Rebel Rose who is just beginning to bloom—know this: You don’t have to be fully grown to be powerful. You don’t have to be fearless to be free. You are allowed to take root exactly where you are. How are you grounding yourself today? Let’s talk about it in the comments, sisters. #TheRebelRoses #RootedAndRising #SacredBecoming

Good evening Rebels 🌹 I am happy to announce that my book is now being formatted and we will be able to touch it soon!! I’m giving a free copy to the first founding member here! This is a lifelong dream of mine coming to fruition in real time. 🙏🏽🙌🏽🙌🏽