Weekly Scrolls – Jenarya

The Hearth and the Sovereign Tree

March 8, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

This week was consumed by Rosebud. Her decline, her final walk down the hallway to find me, the quiet night we spent together on the couch, and the moment she slept beneath me for the last time. For fifteen and a half years she was a silent witness to my life. A loaf of sourdough on the back of the couch, half asleep but always aware of where I was. She held the field of my home in a way only a cat can—quiet, watchful, steady. When she left, the house felt different. The silence was loud in the morning when I said “hi Rosebud” and heard nothing back. The couch throne was empty. The small trip hazard at my feet was gone. But as the days unfolded, something surprising happened. The warmth remained.

From Forge to Hearth

March 1, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

This was another threshold week. It began with discombobulation. A heavy weekend. Energy scattered after days of expansion and stretch. Instead of panicking, I honored it. I let the waves roll through. On Monday, I chose to recombobulate.

The Waves and the Undercurrent

February 22, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

This week moved like the ocean. It began high and bright — unseasonably warm Michigan air, sunshine in February, and Sophie unexpectedly by my side for several days. She is both anchor and disruption. Life is fuller with her here, and also more complex. I felt both relief and sadness when I dropped her off. And for the first time in my life, I didn’t judge myself for holding two truths in the same hand. I am learning that this is my superpower.

Becoming Beyond Force

February 17, 2026/in Maestra, Weekly Scrolls

This week was a threshold. It started with clouds — the kind of expansive thinking that can either lead to clarity or drift into abstraction. Instead of floating away with it, I chose to ground it. I built a five-day arc of ritual and reflection that spanned Friday the 13th, Valentine’s Day, and the Fire Horse New Year / eclipse / Mardi Gras convergence. I followed it fully…

Coherence Over Rehearsal

February 8, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

This week was heavy. Not dramatic—dense. It held grief, responsibility, memory, and the quiet realization that some long-ignored practical matters are now asking for my attention. And yet—what stands out most is not the weight of the week, but how little effort it required to stay upright inside it. I can feel now that coherence is no longer something I strive for. It’s something I inhabit.

Liminal Leadership

February 1, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

This week marked a quiet but profound realization for me: I do not need to hold the world together. I only need to hold the center. As I stand here at Imbolc—halfway through winter, under the Full Snow Moon—I can feel the truth of endurance in my bones. I have endured the past year in ways I never imagined I could. Through heartbreak and long, unlit nights. Through days that stretched endlessly, carried only by tears, journals, and the simple determination to make it through one more hour. There were moments when the future felt unreachable, and yet something in me never went out.

The Edge Test

January 26, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

This week tested the edges of my coherence. Not in quiet, controlled ways — but through disruption. Physical pain. Emotional strain. Work pressure. Winter storms. The kind of layered instability that used to send me into override mode, where I would abandon my body, brace my nervous system, and push through at my own expense. This time, I didn’t.

Coherence, Even Here

January 4, 2026/in Weekly Scrolls

The Wolf Moon moved through me like a tide—highs, lows, heaviness, clarity—reminding me that everything is a spiral, not a straight line. Instead of fighting the fluctuations, I listened. I stayed with myself. I moved gently, intentionally, without abandoning my center.

The Week Gravity Became Mine

December 29, 2025/in Maestra, Weekly Scrolls

This week did not announce itself as a breakthrough. It proved itself through absence. Absence of looping. Absence of collapse. Absence of rumination, bargaining, self-doubt.

Grief in Layers

December 21, 2025/in Weekly Scrolls

This week arrived heavy, unannounced, and uncompromising. The news of Patty’s health—cancer possibly returning—fell like sudden winter gravity. Grief did not come alone. It carried implications, futures, fears, and the quiet terror of imagining a world without someone woven deeply into love, family, and shared creation. The weight was too much to hold all at once, and for several days, it pressed down on everything.