Inside the Hive

A space where raw nectar begins its transformation

This is my first blog post, and I’m not trying to pretend I have everything figured out. I’m still sad—deeply sad—but I’m also someone who keeps creating, keeps hoping, keeps feeling something inside me brewing. This space, this hive, is where I want to be real. It’s where grief can breathe and still sit beside color, where yoga and healing live next to heartbreak, where Drops of Nectar can expand into fuller thoughts, and where my creativity, stories, and truth can exist together—messy, bright, heavy, hopeful, and honest. I want this to be a place where I help people feel less alone, where kindness grows, where empowerment lives in both softness and strength, and where giving and receiving are allowed to exist in balance.

More than anything, I want to be seen and heard—and I want others to feel seen and heard here, too.

In this hive, I want to share the things that shape me and help me grow—my grief and what it continues to teach me about love, my healing practices like yoga and breath, my creative expressions through bees, colors, and patterns, my dreams of writing more books, and the words that come to me as Drops of Nectar. Some posts may be stories. Some may be quiet reflections. Some may feel raw. Some may feel bright and full of life. All of them will be honest. My hope is that something I share lands softly for someone who needs it—offering comfort, inspiration, a reminder to keep going, or simply proof that we are never as alone as we feel.

If you choose to walk this journey with me, welcome. I don’t know exactly where this path will lead or how this hive will evolve, but I know it will be real, imperfect, and full of heart. I’m still becoming. I’m still healing. I’m still creating. And I’m learning that it’s okay to be seen in the middle of becoming.

Thank you for being here—for reading, for witnessing, and maybe even for growing alongside me.

Bee you.

🐝