HI, I’M MEGHAN

A self discovering poet with a passion to create spaces for people to expand into themselves. I know the burden of feeling lost, anxious, limited by my imagination instead of liberated by it, since I was a kid it has been my mission to explore the truth of who I am, expand into that knowing, express it vulnerably and to share everything I learned along the way. It has been a tedious and blessed journey, one that is only beginning and it’s an honour to have you here for the ride. Through poetry, storytelling, and soulful connections, my work is an offering, an invitation to explore, express, and expand. I invite you to step into your truth, embrace your unique voice, and connect with the depths of who you are.

my story

i was known to be a sassy kid, fighting hierarchy, a little too curious and determined not to sacrifice my own identity, even at the expense of my peace. all that got quieter as i get older and my thoughts began to take up all the space. at thirteen i was sick to my stomach with fear and couldn’t leave the house, so i camped out in my room for two years, i doodled, pirated teenage tv shows, weeping with the door jammed shut, did my makeup, fantasized about becoming a woman, and writing poems for tumblr. which saying now, sounds like a fantastic time but i was riddled with anxiety and soaked in a bone scarping sadness. because it’s not about what you’re doing, it’s how you feel about it that changes your world and this was the start of an incredibly confusing yet empowering change in mine…

i was raised christian and homeschooled in the suburbs of vancouver, which if you know, you know and if you don’t, the best i could tell you is that it was a copy and paste world of personality and the death row to curiosity. to me, a young feral wondrous girl seeking to

i was sixteen when i first went to school, after years of begging. i was also sixteen when i had my first boyfriend, wrote something good, smoked weed, recited a poem on stage, skipped school for road trips into nature, felt like i dipped my toes into the possibilities of who i was and could be. i was in a fine arts high school, i spent half the day writing or developing photos in the dark room and the other half in visionary mode for the next project or flirty text.

crack open the world and eat it for all it is, i was terribly distraught when i discovered every thought i had outside the box, took my value with it, leaving me feeling worthless and starved from the nourishment of autonomy and the expression of my creative curiosity.

i was eighteen when i laid naked head to head with a girl i barely knew, floating on a dock in the middle of a forest hugged lake, gazing at the hazy clouds with little grins on our faces after a spontaneous swim in the september rain. in this moment i was startled with the unfortunate yet liberating truth that this was my first experience of peace. one vision lead to another and we had a trip to australia planned in two months time. i locked in fifty hour work weeks until then, and laughed when people said how lucky i was and they couldn’t afford it. i said neither could i.

i was ready to find myself but i lost myself first and i’m starting to wonder if that’s the only way, clean the slate and come back curious. i saw how great poets shaped their life into something tenderly mending, bringing life to places you were unaware could breath and i wanted to be like them. but there was a wall between myself and i, and i discovered i could only express in soft wonder with a generous high, numbing the walls for a moment so i could reach a hand in and grab a poem i could revel in the next morning as i was met with guilt too, praying apologies and lighting a joint as an offering, watching the garden grow for hours, admiring the wisdom i gathered on my plate that i was completely unable to taste.

i was twenty when i admitted it all felt less like a choice now and more like a voice tempting me to keep feasting on what no longer meant for me. and so i packed my bags and got on a plane, unsure if i was going home or leaving it. i went as far as my dreams and now i was confronted with the death of them, sitting with a clean slate that was taunting in it’s enticing liberation.

but i bought the boxy vintage car i dreamed about and spent half the summer parked in the woods, changing the view from having sex to making love, meeting myself curiously again, sharing stories that have never been told, and creating stories that i hope can be if i’m patient enough to sit with their tenderness.

for two years i lived slowly, in the old brick house on the corner with my love and our two dogs, we decorated the living room all red like i always imagined home to be, i went into my room alone when anxiety met me as i always knew, but now there was a gentle knock on the door and warm arms aching to love everything i never did. and i was confronted with how terrifying love is, stripping you bare, revealing all you are, and admiring the polarity like how one marvels at the truth that shines in a luring song.

i was twenty two when the softness started to consume me rather than soothe me and i knew it was time to leave the gentle hibernation and be wild in the world again. since i was a kid it was my vision to create spaces for others to expand into themselves, and it was starting to feel like it was time to step onto that path. and so i devoted myself to creating and sharing daily, building a community online with our mutual desire to explore and express who we are.

i knew what my intention was but how it would shape itself was yet to be seen, i sat with the clay of intention shaping it and reshaping it, exploring what felt right and what didn’t. i hosted women’s circles, shared advice online, held women in mentorships and continued to get curious with it because nothing felt quite right but it didn’t feel wrong either and i now see that our purpose is ever changing, everything i did was necessary to lead me here, purpose doesn’t have to be eternal to be eternally impactful.

i was twenty three when i was confronted with how i was dismissing a large piece of my passions and personality because i was so eager to be spiritual, and got swept into societies box of what spirituality is “supposed” to look like. but i felt lost and limited confining to others views instead of feeling into my own.

and i began to wonder, perhaps it’s not about fixing what is broken or finding what is pure, to become spiritual. perhaps the only way is to become more of who we are, genuine, raw, full and faithful. for we are not the resistance we have known or the fear that has held us, we are the witness to it, what if we got curious in getting to know how to love and embrace that part of ourselves, to become more spiritiual is only to become more of who we are, and the only way to do that is through presence, with all that is, if we are comfortable with it or not. i was resistant to let my whole self in because the bold, eccentric, wild side of me had gotten me into trouble before. but back then i didn’t know the softness of love the way i do now. and it’s not about being one or the other, it’s about being present with absolutely everything.

i am twenty four as i write this, i dance with the balance of my contrasting identity. and though my flow isn’t elegant and seamless, i flow with it and that is whats worth celebrating after all. it’s my passion to live genuinely, to have relentless faith, to play fearlessly, and to bring as much love as i can into everything i do. i get anxious often but am faithful just as much. i am full of fear when i share my work but to be brave isn’t to have no fear, it is to live fully despite it. i revel in movie nights, camping trips, getting dirty in nature, writing poems that only makes sense in the way you feel them. i love to paint badly, dance freely, spend far too long cuddling my man in the mornings. i feel fire in my core watching biographies of rock stars and poets, somewhat jealous, somewhat inspired. then get summoned into writing poems when i’m half asleep.

at the end of the day, i am just a girl with a wild passion to create, create a life riddled with dreams, to create friendships that soften the world, to create art that opens doors we didn’t know were there, to create spaces for people to expand into themselves. so perhaps this is my invitation, an extended hand and gentle smile, curious if you’d like to join me.