For the last three years, One Fool’s Journey existed as something alive, private, and constantly shape-shifting. Part confessional. Part mystical inquiry. Part attempt to understand what happens when identity cracks open and reality begins shining through.
And now the time has come to give the book a face. But it feels almost impossible.
One of the hardest parts about being an artist is knowing when to stop. When to put a frame around something that still feels alive and moving inside you. Especially with a memoir. Especially with a story about awakening through eros. Because this experience is still unfolding. The revelations continue. The initiations continue. The becoming continues.
I didn’t know if I would ever feel ready to place this story in other people’s hands. But I’m committed to it because I know it contains keys for others walking through similar terrain: awakening, rupture, longing, transformation, identity dissolution, liberation, grief, desire, and the strange beauty of becoming more honest with yourself.
Recently, after moving through an existential ordeal, an image arrived.
A hooded mystical figure with skin cracking open to reveal the cosmos underneath. A face made of stars. Somewhere between dissolving and becoming. Between death and revelation. Between the void and embodiment.
This dark priestex felt like the seed of the entire memoir.
And yet… when I shared the first mock-up publicly, the reactions were intensely polarized. Some people loved it immediately. Others recoiled from it. Even my own mother told me she wouldn’t want the book sitting in her house.
Strangely, that also felt accurate.
This memoir explores tantra, awakening, eros, projection, longing, aversion, intimacy, and transformation. It makes sense that the cover itself would evoke both attraction and resistance.
AND NOW, I’m considering The High Priestess:
Here She Is.
She showed up as a strong contender for the cover. Softer. More luminous. More universally inviting. But still carries a mystery.
This card tells the story of the night I met my husband, Michael McClure, at a Valentine’s tantra puja in 2002, led by Françoise Ginsberg. Meeting him felt like a shamanic lightning strike. Instant recognition. Instant initiation.
The card was inspired partly by Françoise herself, who embodied something I desperately needed to learn at the time: the feminine receives and expands in beauty.
She moved through the world with sensuality, spaciousness, emotional intelligence, and magnetic softness. Meanwhile, I was fiercely independent, constantly overworking, resisting support, resisting surrender, resisting being cared for.
At the time, I thought I was only fighting for feminism. Now I can see I was also terrified of receiving.
Ironically, that lesson is becoming relevant again through this publishing process.
Originally, the Tarot deck in the memoir was only going to be black-and-white. Minimalist. Restrained. But now the cards seem to demand color. More beauty. More risk. A larger vision than I originally intended.
Which also means the Kickstarter timeline and release schedule may shift as I honor what this project is asking to become.
Over the next 22 weeks, I’ll be sharing one Tarot card from the memoir each week as the world of One Fool’s Journey slowly reveals itself.
So now I’m curious.
What is your honest, knee-jerk reaction to these images? I genuinely care about what moves through you when you see them. Your response may influence the direction of my launch.
Stay tuned for the Kickstarter campaign to be launched on June 21, 2026!