When it comes to Aries season I seem to have come away an ardent (even more so) supporter of the unabashed versions of myself. The self that turns away from standards of perfection.
YOU DON’T NEED DISCIPLINE YOU NEED DEVOTION IS MY & MANTRA
So, PSA: I'm mixing my seasonal draaaankks.. yes I'm dropping my Aries Seasoning newsletter during the energetics of Taurus. Sometimes life is LIFE and I'm okay to be messy with it like that. ♈︎♉︎
They say to be a leader, is not to have followers but to go first and sometimes that means going anyway even if you're told it's too late. As I was born to believe no one's ever surpassing me, but me. I believe in my own relative timeframe and there's no merit in anything that was done in rush to appease.
Completely pilled now on the fact that I can renegade forwards with whatever Aries archetype I want from this past season and haul it into the next; i confidently implore you to enjoy reading my Aries Newsletter in the very beginning chapters of Taurus Seasoning..What! Yes.
YOU DON’T NEED MORE DISCIPLINE, YOU NEED DEVOTION
Best I could do is post this subconsciously on Mars day - when conceptualised deadline ideals don’t got me like that.. planetary alignment alllways got me like that..
Imagos represents: Volcanic Aries meeting the utter sublime beauty of the young earth abundance of Taurus
Star Column Mission:
I really hope to immerse you into each of the sign’s season as if you were on some cyberistic astro artist retreat that overflows into your real tangible world over the course of the 12 specified astrological months:
Your job here: is to take your time, digest and revisit like a revolving door that meets all 12 parts of yourself over the course of the year.
We introduce the last imprints of Aries Seasoning with my humble offerings of the seasons take aways:
PART ONE: EARNEST JOURNAL -insight into what’s happened for me over the past month through a no-nonsense true recount of Aries in the 8th house of Death, Transformation and Other Peoples Money and how it informs my roll on into Taurus Seasoning through my 9th house of Spirituality, Higher Learning, 2nd Life Partners and God.
PART TWO: STAR READINGS FOR TAURUS SEASON- an invitation to continue to support my newly offered passion and purpose. Allow me to read your chart for this up-and-coming Taurus Season where I help tease out much hidden wisdom for you to enjoy and utilize through an artistically rich ‘Softworn’ inspired reading.
PART THREE:ASTROIMAGOS VIBE CHECK - charged imagos that correlate with some important transits that have been and gone and some insight into where we are headed through imagery and poetic pointers.
PART FOUR: AUSPICIOUS PROJECT PAL - Mystery Friend of the Star Column Kassandra/CRAWDADDY Film Interview/ Q+A style review, scattered with her Aries filmmaker insights come art, books, films, quotes.
Visions of a muse.
Entry into a film made for all the mad and wonderful magical makers of now
EXTRA: PLAY ME🎼
(This past Aries Season sonically: here is 9 of my most rinsed and repeat songs I made into a playlist to paint the months portrait) : press play to set the scene whilst you scrollington-bear, this should hold you for a while..
PART ONE: EARNEST JOURNAL
Sitting on the very edges end of Aries season with God by my side, I conjure up the last/beginnings of energy to stay integral to getting out this season’s newsletter. The best approach to conserving energy is speaking your truth in the moment, simplifying and being a tad bit selfish - so in the vein of this - this newsletter will be shorter but possibly more revealing.
Truth
Simplify
Be Selfish
Some how these are Arian qualities I admire - and having this season transit through my 8th house of Death, Transformation and Inheritance I’ve had to sit with confronting all three. The truth is I’m in a process of grief. A gift from the love that my grandmother of 98years has left behind from her passing.
I spent the better half of my Aries season in hospitals, retirements homes, palliative care and funeral parlous ; surrounded by an immense amount of love and support that came through my extended family visiting interstate and across seas.
This woman was beloved.
Having lived through 11 years of sickness with my late father being diagnosed with stage 4 Mantel Cell Lymphoma (a rare type of lymphatic cancer that was without a cure) I felt flung back into a familiar simplicity that I was in service to throughout my early teens to mid twenties. In presence to the god that holds life so delicately.
This shift back toward immediate presence that it takes to truly love somebody wholly whilst letting them go is of great comfort to me. Familiar. And with every new death, evolves a new maturity.
Something I know from loosing 3 close members of my life thus far (not including Lynch but he was definitely held in high regard) is that we really absorb what it was they were role modelling for us through their time here with us.
My art came from my father, my sense of responsibility from close family friend who I begrudgingly worked for (but grew to love when I was too far off the deep end of the art life) and now my grandma instilling family and seeing the true privilege of it and making me question and reconsider what it means to I still family into your life.
Being a prime witness and a guardian to my grandmother crossing overlooked like seeing the effortless looking efforts she put in by living not for any aspirational dream but to stay true to her being, that being a natural matriarch.
Of the hefty multitude of family members that traveled across borders lines to globally to come visit her in my small hometown was undeniably moving.
I want to keep this month of experience sacred by not indulging too much but the fact that my cousin and I were kissing her cheek to cheek in a sandwich of life to the end whilst she honestly giggled her way across the to other side surrounded by days of joy from the love that filled the room was one of the most inspiring examples of what family in its best light is worth it all for.
Post grandma goodbyes i’ve been sitting in a real sense of simplicity. The maturity I witnessed grow or become unveiled throughout me over the course of this experience is something i’m working with currently. Salvaging and hoping it takes shape into something of my own.
Responsibility, integrity and grace have followed me out of that room and into my being. And verbalising that here makes it all the more scary and real.
Showing up to this small act of writing to a stage where this could have felt superfluous in comparison to the big sea of feelings that have taken me since her departure. Without children I really do have the choice to relinquish all and anything asking of me.
But I don’t want to...
I want to consistently nurture what I have put my libindinal energy into (for sexual, fertile energy is merely creation energy channeled into an alternative pathway) and to not undermine it just because it doesn’t take the form of a living breathing child who would die without my sustenance. These are my dreams, that my love and energy generate. If I’m not integral to feeding them, what will kiss me on my cheek when I die.
Selfishness is the last piece to this chapter, a sentiment given to me a few days ago by an unassuming placeholder of care in my life - without knowing my predicament at length they could sense I was being pulled directions that were no longer serving me anything of value anymore. “...be more selfish” they told me.
So, I will - in true Aries form I will choose to be the leader of my own path without compromise (innocently and naively) - and with that comes the insight of needing to know where I am actually wanting to go without another’s signal of this way and that.
Naturally I’ve turned to my God (as I do and haven’t done in sometime) to help me with my listlessness. I hear my grandmothers voice in my god “work with what you’ve got and be yourself”. She also told us that “God is Love” not long before she left us gently. Telling me also that she was “…just going to close her eyes in order for her to see me better”.
As an avid meditator over religion type of girl, that sentiment went off like 100 Hz gamma wave church bells in my head.
It’s time to shut my eyes again in order for me to clearly see
I feel a pilgrim of integration before me… there needs to be time to encapsulate where I’ve been with at least some wisdom of understanding before I go on to the next.
The next being Taurus Season (and for me personally - this will be experienced nataly through my 9th house of Spirituality (go figure). I feel the gift of awareness around what this month has set up for me foundationaly and I’m looking forward to distilling what my truth holds for the future.
Values are important, intention even more so... a part of me has been living hands off the wheel for some time, allowing subconscious prompts to push me around here and there. That’s a life too. But something lately makes me want to take a little more care in where I’m headed, I’m hoping by staying open and honest to this channel I can start to unfold that, in respect of keep my linage and my life aligned and alive.
Rip to my beautiful grandma Betty ~ THE GREAT GRAND MOTHER 1926 - 2025
PART 2: STAR READINGS - TAURUS SEASONING OFFERING
Something I have been showing up to even amongst the blessed stress of reality is the offering of helping other people with understanding the gifts and trials that come with each astrological season for them personally:
(as hard as it was to show up this month through huge days of process and grief, having a handful of readings to sink into each night - when i actually was home - was revealed to be a joy in the end and something I proved to myself I could honour through high intensity times)
So in saying that - I hope this Taurus Season is a breath out from death and inhale back into the spirit of life for me - I see a steady stream of like minds to read for.
TAURUS SEASON READINGS NOW OPEN: read instructions + click the link«
Monthly Chart Readings/Supporting me: {if you would like a closer personal reading of your chart this or any other season please don’t hesitate to contact me over at @softworn2025. Just direct message me STAR READS to be placed in que to unearth what the chosen season has in store for you <3 }
Sophia xo
PART 3: IMAGOS ARIES VIBE CHECK
happy astrological new year
aries mantra
PART 4: AUSPICIOUS PROJECT PALS ~ARIES SEASONING - FILMMAKER OF ‘CRAWDADDY’
To take on the lions share portion of this months Star Column is a star crossed Aries who somehow willed their way into my life in the most auspicious of occasions.
The concept of this part of the newsletter is to showcase firstly people who align with the season we are working with, currently this would be an Aries Sun and importantly some one who feels artistically like my kin. In this case - we have a artist come filmmaker with a heart of fire:
Meet KASSANDRA TOMCZYK
Kassandra’s interview plays a part in my 8th house journey outside of the realms of death and more in the 8th aspect of transformation and “other peoples money” (in this case, transpiring in the form of her asking me to watch her hand crafted cinematic experience).
Aside inheriting a funny spontaneous months sponsorship from an Australian drink company called Mellows - supplying me with an abundance of L-Theanine, a natural supplement drink that worked wonders in restoring my sense of calm throughout the duration of this potentially heavy month - I was also asked to inherit the responsibility of watching a perfect strangers film.
Agreeing to both opportunities before real life aka death kicked in, it definitely was something that I put back of mind until… I needed this film. I finally had to have some down time after pulling all-nighters with my family, and shift swapping our love so grandma would always have an angel by her side. I was crashing and in need of some cup-filling mixed with a prescription of film medicine…
’CRAWDADDY’ was there. Lets just say I was so comforted, not by just the pure peace of watching cinema that I feel responded to essential and sacred parts of me - especially when you have the tired focus to really fall into it, but the true pulsing heart line that was at the centre of this film, obviously made by someone who is not living as an idea or a concept - but as the film its self. The uncertainty of where you could feel the artist starts and the film ends (i’m not sure it ever will, as it felt to live far beyond the screen) was really an experience I hadn’t felt from a movie in a while.
Through out watching Crawdaddy, a film packed full of mysticism, tarot, art life and libindal force, I was also thinking about who I would get to be the star of my own project - who would be my Aries Star - as I watched Kassandra the writer/producer and shining light actor of this incredible labour of love - hypnotising me with her insatiably easy livewire energy - I knew it was her.
Without much more than an email between the two of us acknowledging that I would at some point be watching this piece of work - I stopped the Crawdaddy and quickly shot out another correspondence: firstly congratulating and welcoming her artistic presence and projects into my life and secondly demanding her BIG THREE to come to me.
She was indeed an Aries and the obvious choice for the last chapter of this newsletter:
Please watch the trailer and the engage and read at length our Q+A interview full of insights around what makes this artist - - let her share with you herself, she is full of fantasy and impossible will, surrender to her writing, as its going to take you anyway..
Below with some directions for those interested (if you’re a magic member of the earth - you’ll much enjoy) is pre-order for her film ‘CRAWDADDY’ *coming out very soon- May 2nd 2025*
Pre-Order Link - This film is a ritual and it’s here to embark you upon it’s mesmerising art spell May 2nd - preorder for first gaze.. :
What was the last thing you planted that you're still proud of?
The last thing I re-potted was my mother’s lipstick plant. She gave it to me before travelling to France for several months. It has since flourished and found its voice in our bright loft space. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, she really likes to show off once you get to know her. In no way whatsoever does she exude shame like her name "Aeschynanthus," meaning "flower of shame." She is usually blushing with crimson red flowers, especially when being sung to. Everyone falls in love with her, she’s a big flirt. All my plants are individualists, with their own spicy personalities. I think about them a lot when I’m away on trips. They’re deities to me, protectors of my abode. They work very hard, expelling their own unique eroticism, purifying the air, while emitting a rarely heard frequency that must come from their ancestral Garden of Eden. Only a few who are lucky enough can hear them. Helen, my Monstera, is the loudest of the bunch, but little Lippy can pipe up quite an octave higher when she’s feeling frisky. My plants will never die on my watch because I listen to them constantly. That’s all anybody wants, especially plants.
(2 yrs old) pre-downloading before my Grandmother's plant party. My parasympathetic nervous system is being recalibrated by the ultrasonic frequency of plant music.
Take me to your favourite garden.
My grandmother was an avid speed walker. Speed walking was her antidote for getting through life. It was sacred to her. I paid homage to grandma’s speed-walking in my film Crawdaddy. My character's boyfriend Adam is a speed-walking freak and the ultimate comic relief in the film. Speed walking brought the same relief to my grandmother; she kept blazing a new trail, having survived two abusive marriages. It was her time to process and move through the hells she faced. She marched on daily, no matter how hard it got. A true adventurer, she walked so fast until she knew how to fly.
Before she passed away, I went with her on one of her last walks around her neighbourhood. It was at a much slower pace, meditative, calm, in tune she was with everything. She never smoked a day in her life, but she was dying of lung cancer that had spread throughout her entire body and was taking her as fast as it could. This was the one thing she couldn’t keep up with. She finally had to slow down and surrender to the death that came too soon.
On this walk, we crossed paths with the most angelic deer, I swear it was glowing. We stared at it in silence, and a kind of transmission took place, one I will never forget. I was the deer, the cancer in my grandmother’s bones, the air. She took my hand as the deer softly stirred the depths of our souls, and she asked me, “Do you believe in reincarnation?” I was eighteen at the time. “Yes, I think so,” I replied. “What would you want to come back as if you could be anything you wanted in your next life?” “Something that flies,” I said. “Yes, me too,” she said. “I’ll come back as a butterfly, and that way you’ll know I’m still with you every time you see one.”
Sure enough, some of the most profound moments in life that I experience to this day come hand in hand with a butterfly encounter or talisman. And she was gone before any of us were ready. She marched right out of this realm and into the next like it was nobody’s business but her own. I’m convinced she was just needed elsewhere, such a busy bee, so of service. She was and has always been my angel. She was born with wings, and no matter how hard her life had been, no one could clip them. She’s on a mission, speed walking through the heavens, visiting me in every butterfly I see.
So here I am at the butterfly garden in Victoria, BC. My Grandmother took me here as a child when I would come visit her. A metamorphic garden where life and death share the same parallel universe. It’s my happy place! When I first came here with her, I must have been about eight years old. All the butterflies landed on me, and at first, I was kinda freaked out, but my grandmother told me to stand very still and remain calm, that all they were doing was just trying to get to know me.
Describe what happens outside your window
What happens outside my window might just be the most important thing in my life right now. The birds! Most importantly, the hummingbird that sits atop the tree directly across the street from my window.
We live downtown on a loud, busy street with lots of construction going on; surrounded by a plethora of homelessness, drug-use, shopping, and tourism. The loudest truth, however, is just outside my window every day, singing away, devoted to each sunrise as if it were her last. Present, brave, and a constant reminder for me to carry on, to stay steadfast, and focus on the beauty. She towers above it all, unscathed, and just sings her high-pitched tune to the sleepy underworld beneath her.
Her resilience has kept me going all winter. I could even go as far as to say her presence in my life has truly saved me a few times. It hasn't been the same hummer for the past two years, but I believe the OG one that I first encountered and fell in love with, lives on in all the babies that have come after her. They have all somehow ended up back on top of her same branch, in honour of her. The perfect stoop for them to rest lies outside my window.
You can hear her if you listen closely. It’s the purest sound in this town, and it heals me a little more each time I hear it. I hope she knows I’m looking out for her just as much as she’s watched over me these past years. My sister says she knows I’m watching her, that she can feel me. She’s a big part of the family. “My spirit animal” is an understatement. We’re not separate, her and I. In fact, I’m just part hummingbird now.
LIFE'S STUDIO
Show me a movie character you identified with as a teenager and one you identify with now?
Alice from Alice in Wonderland was my archetype growing up. That’s a film I have lived through time and time again. The rabbit hole, the journey into the underworld is one I am all too familiar with… This film, you could say, has been the story of my life and one that I keep retelling in all my films.
Laura Dern in Wild at Heart has been my adult Alice version. Nicolas Cage is my husband Daniel. We too are on the run from convention, fighting for our art, love, individuality, and personal freedom, one film at a time! Here’s to you, Sailor!
We can also relate to Tilda Swinton and Tom Hiddleston in Only Lovers Left Alive. We even went to Tangier in Morocco just so we could live and breathe the same air that production took place.
Tarkovsky’s Stalker, The Orphic Trilogy - a series of three French films by Jean Cocteau, Easy Rider by Dennis Hopper, Paris Texas by Wim Wenders, and Persona by Igmar Bergman have all changed my life … This is a very challenging question for a filmmaker!
What's a documentary that moves you?
I recently watched Paris Is Burning (1990), directed by Jennie Livingston, and was deeply moved by its significance. It’s an essential and powerful documentary, a time capsule capturing the vibrant African American and Latinx drag-ball culture of 1980s Harlem. I would love to see this adapted into a narrative film one day.
SELF MASTERY/PASSION AND THE GIFT
If intellect, confidence or time was no issue and you could hold a lecture on any subject matter what would it be?
I wouldn’t want to give a lecture; I’d make a film. I don’t think I will ever feel like I have enough intellect, confidence, or time to make all the films I still have yet to write, but I’ll die trying. I have nothing to lose, and frankly, I don’t have a choice. It’s just who I am and what I’m meant to do. It’s not even me, I’m merely the vessel. Some days it’s a blessing, but mostly, at this stage, it often feels like a curse. Curses can be a good thing. I don’t see them as necessarily bad; it just takes a lot of guts and ritual.
Looking at yourself as a child, what do you think people would have said you had potential to grow into?
As a child, the word “potential” echoed through everything, and that pressure nearly killed me. I came out of the womb in character: always performing, always dreaming up the next imaginary film. I couldn’t just play; I had to direct, star, and live out the whole production that was in my head before bedtime. It wasn’t always fun, it was urgent, compulsive. My childhood was magical, yes, but also intense. The stories wouldn’t stop. I had to act out every role, every emotion, every possibility.
To this day, I wear multiple hats on every project. My imagination still feels euphoric, but I’ve gotten better at self-regulating. I can now channel that energy before it completely takes over, before I disconnect from reality and lose myself in the spiral. Yes, I’ve gone there, but those impromptu visits to Wonderland made me the artist I am today. I was a performer first, a clown, a fool, a wild child caught in a constant state of play. I lived in a fantasy land. No wonder my first feature film is about adult fantasy. I was an escape artist from the very beginning.
But a child can’t always sustain and contain that much potential. By sixteen, I had collapsed, burnt to the ground. The potential to be an Olympic swimmer, a prima ballerina, a child star, anything I touched creatively seemed to ignite. But that spark came with expectations, pressure and perfectionism. And then the crashes: anxiety, depression took hold, and I forgot how to play.
Now, I’ve learned to pace the quest. I come and go from the realms with more care. I know when to rest, when to re-enter. Taking the director’s seat in life and on set has allowed me to reclaim my power. And the best part? I get to do this work with the love of my life. That changes everything. It’s rare to have someone truly on your side, but I have Daniel. That alone makes all the difference. We’re grateful for the opportunities that have found us. And nobody tells me I have “potential” anymore.
What was the last thing you felt impassioned by or something you have stood for?
I am impassioned by my work. I’m always standing up for my next film. Nothing else exists until it gets made! Our next one is about a cult I grew up in. It’s been a fun script to write, unexpectedly so, because it’s a psychological horror. With the horror genre, it’s truly endless where you can go.
I’m able to write about how scary my life used to be because I finally feel safe. I can really get to the bottom of some truly dark places I never thought I’d return to, and it’s exciting exploring those shadowy, demonic liars. In the end, they’re the ones that can lead you to the sacred and profound places of lightness and peace.
When you write purely from experience like I do, you need to protect yourself. You must be able-bodied, heart and soul, to go to battle with some pretty freaky shit. When you’re strong enough, those demons end up begging you to set them free.
MUNDANE NODAL POINTS
Where's a standard place in your everyday life you feel spirit?
Incubating in front of my Aphrodite altar, this is where my spirit dwells in the liminal, and I slip into a reality that is not of this world.
POV: Birdseye view of my shrine.
Tell me about your favorite liminal space.
Another portal is my bathtub. This is where the magic happens!
Show me an artwork that makes you cry
Any and all versions of the painting of Judith Beheading Holofernes. Recently, Daniel and I have been outcasted by some close family for being the “crazy artists” that we are. Soon after this truly devastating incident, we arrived in Puerto Vallarta, and I basically ran to the Church of Our Lady of Guadalupe. She was calling to me!
As we approached the church steps, the bells went off, and as soon as I walked through the heavenly gates, I looked up and then behind me, as if a spirit tapped me on the shoulder, and there she was: Judith, my saviour. The painting that hung on the wall was an obvious rendition of the famous painting by Artemisia Gentileschi and not the original which hangs in Florence, but it hit me hard all the same. I welled up with tears instantly. We’ve been working with The Book of Judith for years now, incorporating her story into our latest script, so it was quite poignant and emotional to find her here, especially at that moment. Just when I needed her most, there she was, slaying those demons for me. Talk about a sign!
That day has kept me going ever since. I’ve always related to Judith. She’s been terribly misunderstood by some and praised by others. Her story is even excluded from some versions of the Bible. And there I was, standing before this high priestess, rejected from close people in my life for standing up for who I was. It was powerful.
Judith is a true heroine of faith. Her unwavering belief and relentless courage are a testament to the strength of your spirit and the power of your conviction. When no one believes in you, or you are constantly met with fear, think of her. She’s my go-to.
MUSICALITY/VICERALITY
What is or maybe once was the soundtrack to your life?
Bob Dylan’s Nashville Skyline is Daniel and I’s lifeline.
What's a memory, reverie and/or fantasy you still have access to and visit infrequently or regularly, describe it through any medium.
There has been this recurring thought - like meditation that’s happened to me a lot throughout my years growing up. It wasn’t so much something I thought up or imagined; it was an experience, a direct transmission happening to me, and it was given to me every day as a child. I would see, feel, and witness the planet completely frozen in time. Everything that we perceive to be in motion would be completely still. The world was stillness itself, motion did not exist, nor had it ever existed in this experience. This world was made only of stillness.
Only now have I stumbled upon ancient scripture and mystics who speak to this extraordinary, age-old stillness that was very much a part of my day-to-day existence as a child. That stillness has stayed with me, and I go to it often. I remember that everything is together and completely still. This is one of the truest things I feel and have always known in my body. To think about everything and everyone being still at the exact same time, in the same place, not separate, but together. Quiet. No sound, no air, no breath. That’s my truth: a freeze-frame of life all at once.
LITERATURE/ BIBLIOMANCY
What book lives rent free on the night stand of your mind?
The Hero with a Thousand Faces by Joseph Campbell. This book was a Never Ending Story - a visceral experience for me. It grabbed me and pulled me in so deep, I was teleported, living in between the lines of my own immortal, cosmic odyssey. This book either opens up to you or it doesn’t; it’s all about the timing. My writing has been forever changed because of it. Be careful, it’s magic when you start living your MYTH.
POETRY IN MOTION / *VESSEL FOR THE LOVELY SOUND OF YOUR NATURAL VOICE
Give us a quote or sentiment that you live by, changed you or haunts you
-send or read it to us.
“Awakening is not a thing. It is not a goal, not a concept. It is not something to be attained. It is a metamorphosis. If the caterpillar thinks about the butterfly it is to become, saying ‘And then I shall have wings and antennae,’ there will never be a butterfly. The caterpillar must accept its own disappearance in its transformation. When the marvellous butterfly takes wing, nothing of the caterpillar remains.” - Alejandro Jodorowsky
Show me a poem you have written yourself
Fuck the snow
I want you
Melting hot honey
Growing your bones
The days when you reach
I hear you
I’m your only sound
Alone in the snow
Wet at home
Life is without you
The body you can be next to mine
Fuck the snow
Choke the sea
Eat the peach
Swallow the seed
Leave a tide-pool
You still believe
Send me a sign
A bear, a whale, anything big enough so I know it’s you.
State all the animals or one recurring animal that has visited you in your dreams
Lately, I’ve been dreaming of whales chasing me, charging at me, trying to drown me… or sometimes saving me from drowning. They beach themselves, give birth, play with me, protect me. My nights are filled with all kinds of encounters with these sea-bound beings. I always ask to see them once I become lucid. When I awaken within the dream, I often find myself submerged in a body of water; a swimming pool, a canyon river, sometimes the ocean. But more often than not, it's a place where whales shouldn’t exist, places too shallow, too enclosed, yet there they are.
I hear them first, echoing beneath the surface, and then they arrive, suddenly, powerfully. Sometimes they’re terrifying in their intensity, other times, impossibly tender. They’ve been mischievous, sorrowful, even wounded. I’ve had to rescue them from nets, from unseen predators that prowl just out of reach.
This chapter of my life feels like I’m dwelling in the belly of the whale. And yet, I sense they are trying to help me. Even when they swallow me whole, there’s a sacred understanding. They are sensitive, attuned, capable of hearing my thoughts. There’s something liberating in surrendering to them. Each time I allow myself to be devoured by these sea giants, they carry me beyond fear, into the unknown.
A telepathic bond grows between us in the dreamspace, and a kind of love that only ancient nature could provide. They are guardians of my soul. Charioteers of the deep, steering me toward transformation. But always, there is something they ask me to leave behind, some offering, a sacrifice. And once I do, I can breathe underwater. I realize: there is no struggle. There never was.
HEALING/EMOTIONAL ACCESS
What's your go to unconventional/non traditional method that heals you?
The act of making and eating bolognese heals me. I don’t follow a particular recipe anymore because I’ve got it down. I also love that it changes a little each time I make it. That said, I highly recommend cooking the sauce the night before, or at least first thing in the morning before dinner. That way, the juices have time to soak and marinate, and your house smells like Italy!
To make it extra flavourful, my secret ingredients are fire-roasted tomatoes, plenty of wine, fish sauce, cocoa, and a generous pour of whipping cream for that deep, velvety finish. And don’t skimp on the pasta! Go for a wide, thick rigatoni made from authentic, high-quality durum wheat semolina.
Abundance is key: the richer, the better, the more you heal!
ANIMISM/OBJECTS
Show me an object that you feel sentimental around, show me another that just gives off a charge that is inexplicable
My scythe!
Describe your favourite tree, have you met it?
My favourite tree was cut down. I was seven years old when my mother and I lived in a communal house named Charity in Banff, Alberta. I climbed this tree every day as soon as I got home from school and would spend hours dreaming in its branches. I had my first-ever kiss in this tree. This photo is of me climbing it with the boy I kissed, either just before or just after.
I fought to protect this tree when my home, along with the neighbouring community houses Faith and Hope, were being torn down. When the bulldozers and chainsaws arrived, I ran and climbed up into her arms and fought like hell to save her. I shouted at the demolition crew, telling them this tree was mine. That they couldn’t destroy her. That she was a beautiful, living thing, how could they kill something that wasn’t hurting anyone, that was just giving its life to us?
They could tear my home down, but not my tree. I begged, pleaded, cried, and screamed in rage. They told me to come down. When the police arrived, I told them all to fuck off. I was pulled from her branches, the ones that grounded me every day. I had to say goodbye and watch as her roots were ripped from the earth that had held her just as she had held me.
This tree was my first kiss. My first love. And my first heartbreak.
Show us the art you have hanging in your house.
Apparition of Salvador Dali
COLOUR STUDY/ARCHIVES
What colour do you feel protects you?
Pink!
Show me an old analogue photo you love the feeling of from your album or someone else's
Do you wear something regularly, what is it and do you consider it a protective amulet of sorts?
ECO SEXUAL
Where's the most elemental place you’ve ever felt orgasmic?
Anywhere near fire or water, I like extremes.
ARTISTIC INVOCATIONS AND THE BODY
What's the most beautiful thing you've ever made with your hands?
The most beautiful thing I made most recently with my hands, heart, body, mind and soul was my feature film Crawdaddy.
ABOUT THE FILM
Set during the pandemic, Crawdaddy follows Gwynn, a restless woman who casts a “spell” on her boyfriend’s best friend, pulling him into her erotic fantasies. As she delves into sex magic, mythology, and divination, her world unravels, transforming her Covid bubble into a chaotic love triangle. The film echoes Arthurian betrayal motifs, with Gwynn embodying a Lilith-like figure who challenges traditional relationship dynamics. It explores themes of self-worship, particularly through Gwynn’s self-mythologizing and her justification of desire under the guise of empowerment.
Crawdaddy is now available for pre-order on itunes/Apple. Its official release date will be May 2nd! Our biggest task is getting our film in front of the audience it was made for. There's something truly alchemical about this story, and we feel Crawdaddy is not just a film, it's a RITUAL! We're managing our own social media campaign leading up to the release and are posting daily with exclusive content, BTS, and reels.
Take a photo of your hand reaching out or inversely holding someone else's hand?
Take an artistic shot of your body with a prayer attached to it
INNER CHILD/PLAY/PEACE/GROWTH
Think for a moment about peace. What do you imagine? What is it like? Is it an abstract feeling or a memory of childhood?
Running naked in the rain.
Make a list of 10 favourite smells from childhood.. Tree pollen in the spring and summer time after it has rained, fresh cut grass, campfire smoke, vanilla scented candles, burning sweet grass and sage, cantaloupe, French toast, cedar, gasoline, bacon.
REALITY CHECKS/ SIMPLIFYING/ CONJURING
Write three words to explain an average day in your life.
Embracing mad strife!
And that once again concludes all parts of my rising from the ahes / Aries Seasoning (soft phoenix rising - that didn’t come till the far end of the season, hence the tardiness of this newsletter.)
Including our second Seasonal Artist feature for Softworns Star Column: Edition 2 - ‘Kassandra Tomczyk’!
Thank you Kassandra so much for contributing + for all who read, partake in continuing to support me in this new and giving endeavor. (I cont to feel heeded to the call of making this document and hope it only continues to get )
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Hot and steamy Aries lurve to all til next time… were we meet again amongst the element of:
EARTH - - Taurus Seasoning: Edition 3
Were we also come into calmer territories. Deepening into those Venusian restorative qualities post equinox, eclipse and those double trouble retrogrades - for those in the Northie Hem it’s hibernation and integrating time for all those lessons learnt.!
Thank-you + Fishy Bisous
<3 always your devoted to the stars Pisces Princess ~ Sophia, Sweebie, Softworn.
Sending lots of love, sorry it’s been a big one 💕🫂
The reading link, I am going in digi circles, where can one find it?