Whispered Memes

Words that rise from the marrow of experience — small fragments of soul-language that find their way into the open air.
Each one a spark from the hearth of what’s still becoming.
This is a living place of devotion. What’s here will keep growing, softening, changing shape — just like we do.
Do you have a favorite Whisper?
Tell me which one spoke to you — I’m listening.

Poetic Whispers & Stories

Here the heart speaks in its own rhythm.
These are the stories that rise from the quiet places and ask to be witnessed.
Poetry
The Offering: A Promise Between Light and Dark
When Light surrenders to Dark, nothing is lost — only transformed.
Story
The Story of How the Earth Began to Turn
A creation myth of balance and becoming — when light and shadow first learned to love each other into motion.
Poetry
These Hands
A tender meditation on devotion and memory — how the hands remember what love has touched.
Poetry
Imagine a Basket
A soulful meditation on what we hold and what we release — the quiet grace of belonging, offering, and becoming.
Story
When the World First Spoke
A remembering of how language began — not with words, but with wind, vibration, and belonging.
Poetry
When the Tide Empties
A meditation on release and renewal — where endings become openings, and love does its slow alchemy within us.
Poetry + Reflection
Belonging to the Wild
A remembering of the creature-sense beneath our civility — the instinctive truth-teller who lived before we learned to behave.
Poem + Reflection
When the Loop Becomes a Spiral
by Lorriiii Dragon Dream
A blessing for the turning — not away from what has been, but toward the wisdom it delivered.
May these words find the place in you that has been waiting to be named.
Do you have a favourite Whisper?
Tell me which one spoke to you — I’m listening.

Whispers from the Allies, Teachers & Guides

They arrive in fur, feather, leaf, and light — and also as myth, ancestor, and deity — reminding us we belong to the weave of all things.
Begin where the tug is strongest; each link opens a longer whisper in the Archive.

Whispers of the Animals

Instinct, presence, and the old languages beneath words.
May these wild kin remind you of the truth carried in your own bones.
Do you have a favourite Animal Whisper?
Tell me which one spoke to you — I’m listening.

Whispers of the Faeries

Glimmers at the edge of sight — the subtle, shimmering ones who speak in signs, mischief, blessing, and quiet wonder.
May these faery whispers open a doorway to the quiet magic already within you.
Do you have a favourite Faery Whisper?
Tell me which one spoke to you — I’m listening.
This is a living library — still forming itself.
My body of work is large, layered, and arriving here slowly.
If you feel drawn, come back again — new threads are being woven all the time.