Shadows + Charcoal +

May. 11, 2017 by

Beloveds, Today, I took my sketchpad into the garden and set the long tree pages against the iron table. I scooted her to the shadow, so I could see. And then, there was the art. The shadow itself, guiding me

Morning Sunrise

Mar. 30, 2017 by

{a morning write} today i let the sunrise on me. there’s a way in which the morning moves slow, more slowly than any other part of the day. i feel her as my kindred, my beloved; as my protected time,

we are each others’ possibility models

Oct. 27, 2016 by

My Dear Loves. Do you ever have those weeks when you need to reassess your entire life? Or you feel like you do. A week when you just reach the point of who the fu*k am I and what the

even when you’re scared shitless

Oct. 19, 2016 by

My Loves, If you’re anything like me, you sometimes have a dip in your energy. You sometimes are filled with self-doubt. You sometimes can’t kick the overwhelm or calm the fatigue. You sometimes don’t know how brilliant and beautiful you

your voice is as radiant as the sun

Sep. 7, 2016 by

“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique. And if you block it, it

Finding Magic in Our Lives

Apr. 5, 2016 by

April is my birth month and therefore a sweet reminder of my own magic.  I mean really, how wild is it that we live in a world where new humans are created through the human body, becoming portals for new

[a field of flowers in the sun. text reads: Finding Ritual: A day-long retreat to unlock creativity and power. nov 22, 2015 in mid-city Los Angeles. register at sofiarosesmith.com]

Finding Ritual: Writing Our Way to Health

Nov. 4, 2015 by

In the past few months, my life has transformed. Like actually — it looks and feels totally different than it did six months ago. So here’s the story: I left my former career in the non-profit sector (where I spent

A Love Letter to Guatemala

Apr. 9, 2014 by

Dear You, Thank you. Thank you, for your rumbling clouds, big like blue whales, hiding so much mystery & secret, as my plane descended. Thank you, for the sunset that greeted me hello upon arrival. The big ball of orange