“She Doesn’t Need Saving, Moonfeather—She Just Needs Her Coffee Hot and Her Space Respected.”

— A Lesson in Shadow Work, Sovereignty, and Not Spiritually Mansplaining Before the Caffeine Kicks In

Scene: Our kitchen table.

Morning light streaming in.

Kerri—my wife, my co-conspirator in spiritual mischief, and a sovereign storm in a dressing gown—is stirring her coffee like she’s negotiating peace with a demon.

Moonfeather is sitting across from her, nervously rearranging a pile of affirmation cards and radiating that unique panic of someone who really wants to help but isn’t entirely sure if he’s about to be hugged or hexed.

Kerri is mid-process—deep in some ancestral shadow excavation that makes an exorcism look like a spa day. And she’s doing it with the grace of a woman who has no intention of spiritually bypassing anything before caffeine.

Moonfeather clears his throat and delivers the sacred words of the Overfunctioning Empath™:

“Kerri… do you need anything? A smudge? A hug? I’ve got rose quartz in my sock. Or I could just sit here… and radiate supportive presence?”

Kerri doesn’t even blink.

She lifts her eyes like a hawk spotting a mouse and says, calm as you like:

“Moonfeather. Not now.”

He freezes. His chakras visibly contract.

“I just didn’t want you to feel alone in this,” he mumbles.

Kerri fixes him with that laser-gaze usually reserved for spiritual scammers and energy vampires.

“Moonfeather,” she says. “I am not alone. I have Spirit. I have sovereignty. And I have this coffee. What I don’t need is a man mistaking his discomfort for my crisis. I am not broken. I’m just busy pulling trauma out by the roots—and your need to help is about you, not me.”

Silence.

Then, with perfect timing, she takes a sip, adds:

“Also… don’t offer unsolicited healing before I’ve finished my coffee. That’s not support. That’s a death wish.”

Moonfeather nodded. Slowly. Like a man who had just been kindly obliterated by a divine oracle in trackpants.

Lesson of the Day, Feathered Friends:

Shadow work isn’t a cry for rescue—it’s a return to power.

And sometimes the kindest, most respectful thing you can do…

is shut up, refill the kettle, and not make it about you.

Kerri didn’t need saving.

She needed space, silence, and possibly another shot of espresso.

And Moonfeather?

Well, let’s just say he now keeps a respectful distance until the second cup is done—and he’s burned all his unsolicited healing scripts.

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