The Dreamer's Pen

I didn’t know exactly what I was making when I started filming this. I just knew I wanted it to feel like something whispered, like a dream or a spell or a memory I hadn’t lived yet but missed anyway.

I went out into the grass in the late afternoon, barefoot, wearing a green dress the color of the meadow and a veil that moved with the wind like it belonged to something sacred. I had glitter on my cheeks, flower crown on my head, and harp music playing softly in the background. I didn’t pose. I just existed. I wanted to look like a goddess or a ghost or maybe both.

I wanted it to feel ethereal.

Soft.

Feminine.

Haunting.

Beautiful in a way that made you ache.

I filmed in slow motion because I wanted everything to feel suspended, like time had stopped for just a moment to watch me move through it. I didn’t choreograph anything. I just let myself be. And honestly, I think that’s when the magic happened.

Why a wood nymph?

Because I’ve always felt more like a feeling than a person. Like something ancient and tender that doesn’t quite fit into this world. Like I belonged to the trees or the water. I wanted to embody that, to become something wild and sacred, soft and strong, seductive and untouchable all at once.

This wasn’t just a video. It was a prayer. A love letter to the version of myself that is untamed and divine. The part of me that doesn’t need permission to take up space in the grass and glow.

The poem I wrote, She Walks in Light Unnamed, is the heart of it.

It’s not just about a woman. It’s about the woman, the one who lives in all of us. The one who feels too much, sees too much, loves too deeply. The one who doesn’t belong in boxes or timelines or expectations. The one who walks through the world like a secret, a goddess disguised in soft hands and deep eyes.

When I read it aloud, I tried to sound like moonlight. Like mist. Like someone you might dream about and then forget when you wake up… but feel all day anyway.

Creating this made me feel whole.

And if you watch it, and it makes you feel seen, or soft, or sacred, then I’ve done what I came here to do.

This is for the ones who move like wind, who cry at beauty, who still believe in something more.

This is for the ones who never stopped being magical.

This is for you.

Thank you for stepping into this little pocket of enchantment with me.

Stay wild. Stay luminous. Stay unnamed.