Die with Me

a note about my process & my needs

I’m terrible at self promotion. It feels a bit, gaudy, to me.

But, I’m a poet, and I have poetry books. And I want you to know about them.

I want to describe to you what writing poetry looks like for me, and what it means to me.

Imagine me walking down a forest path, or on a sidewalk in a quiet neighborhood. There I am, dog leash in my hand, blue skies, my mind aimlessly wandering, and then, I hear a verse.

It’s not audible; I don’t hear it like I would hear you speaking out loud to me.

I hear it in my mind.

And I instantly know, this is a poem.

I know that because the line has a somberness to it. It’s sober, it’s clear, it’s ethereal.

Sometimes a line will come to me when I am stream of consciousness writing in my journal, or when I’m sweeping my kitchen. I hear lines often when I’m simply relaxing in my gravity chair on my back porch.

It’s always in moments when I am open though. There’s a state of receptivity I must be in for the poems to come through.

Then, I get myself to a notebook. On rare occasions, if I can’t make it to paper and a pen, I’ll use my phone to type it out. But there’s something that feels essential— old and true, even— about recording the poem onto paper.

And then I do just that— I record it. I write it down.

Often I will pause right before my pen hits the paper and take a deep breath, say a short prayer and ask for help receiving this blessed poem. Then, I scribe.

It happens just like that. The poem pours out of and through me.

I serve as a vessel for the poem. I do not craft the poem myself.

This, dear friends, is why my tagline for Hunni Bloom is “poetry for and from Her.”

The ‘Her’ is the Deep Feminine— the Mother— the Source.

This is why I call myself The Priestess Poet, because scribing and sharing poetry is part of my calling to serve as a priestess in this world, during these times.

This poetry is not meant to stay veiled in my notebooks.

It’s meant to be shared, to be stewarded, into the world.

So, I am praying now for discipline and courage. For discipline to post here more, regularly, to engage with you all in a community-building and reciprocal way, and to diligently share these poems on other channels like social media.

And I need courage too, to humble ask you to serve me so I may continue serving others with these blessed words that travel through me.

You can serve me by buying my books, and by becoming a paid subscriber to my blog here.

Sundays have long been known as a holy day. And so it feels right to start today, and to commit to sharing the word on Sundays. I will move forward in partnership with Sundays as a day to be disciplined and courage, and ask the world to show up for me as I do for you.

Blessed be.

Die with Me: Surrendering to Suffering is a journey through grief and loss; it is a journey of descent. This collection wades through suffering and shows how the process of surrendering and accepting pain is the only pathway to peace. It’s for anyone who is amidst pain, wants to deepen their understanding of suffering, or wants to help others out of annihilating darkness.