Book Announcement
A year in the making: the book, the name, the first look
There’s something sacred about keeping a dream close to your chest.
Protecting it while it grows limbs and a heartbeat.
Whispering its name before anyone else hears it.
For the past year, I’ve been doing exactly that.
This book started in journals, Notes app scribbles, poetry, musings, confessions, drawings, and dreams.
Lines written on the beach. In the bathtub. Late at night when I couldn’t sleep.
Words that walked me through what I was moving through.
Phrases written between endings and beginnings.
While healing.
While falling in love.
While reclaiming myself.
Rituals I used to come back to my body —
when I wasn’t sure who I was becoming.
Truths too raw to say aloud,
so I wrote them instead.
At first, I didn’t know it was a book.
I just knew I had to write.
Writing has always been a steady, quiet companion.
Since I was a little girl —
with my fuzzy pink lock-and-key diary,
and later, my hardcover moody Harry Potter journal.
I’ve always written the things I didn’t know how to speak.
But now,
it’s ready.
And I want to share it with you.
Introducing…
The Rebirth Rituals
The name came before I knew what it would become.
I kept hearing it —
rebirth... alchemy... it hurts being born... pleasure... ritual... reclamation... rebirth.
I followed the frequency.
Not with a plan — but with devotion.
This isn’t a collection of polished insights.
It’s not a self-help manual.
It’s not a guide on how to be better.
It’s a felt record
of what it takes to rewrite your life from the inside out.
The ache of unlearning.
The grief of shedding what no longer fits.
The quiet ecstasy of building something that does.
It’s about choosing differently.
Trusting your timing.
And returning to yourself — again, and again, and again.
Why I Had to Write This
I wrote this in the wake of personal earthquakes —
in the middle of shadow work, shedding, and soft, slow becoming.
I closed down a business.
Moved out of the city where I built my identity.
Let go of friendships that no longer aligned.
Fell in love.
Started over — in a slower rhythm, with a deeper kind of truth.
It wasn’t just about what was falling apart.
It was also about what was finally aligning.
This book holds what surfaced as I let go:
People-pleasing.
Overachieving.
Grief.
Anger.
Desire.
Power.
Love.
Longing.
Stillness.
Clarity.
Boundaries.
Creative fire.
And the kind of pleasure that comes from no longer abandoning yourself.
I wrote it to remember.
To trace the path back through all the versions of me I released.
To name the moments I nearly disappeared — and didn’t.
And in that remembering,
something new rooted.
Something honest.
Something alive.
A First Taste
Here’s a couple pieces from the collection (and me practicing reading them to the camera weeks ago) 🥰
There are over 100 pieces in The Rebirth Rituals —
poems, thresholds, ritual invitations.
Each one a kind of reckoning.
Each one an offering.
For those who are in it.
Who feel the shift in their bones.
Who are done pretending things still fit.
Who want to create something more honest. More free. More real.
When You Can Hold It
The Rebirth Rituals will be available to purchase on May 22.
You’ll be able to order the physical book — intentionally designed to feel like a keepsake, companion, and guide through your seasons of change.
Next week, I’ll open up preorders, share more about what’s inside,
and walk you through the stories that shaped this body of work.
But first...
Cover Reveal + Your Thoughts
You’ve been walking with me through this evolution.
And I want to show you what the book looks like before anyone else sees it.
This is the first reveal of the cover.
The palette. The energy. The mood.
What do you think?
I am still deciding between a few colour options (soft beige, lavender or rose), beige is leading the charge … but we are nearly there!
Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive, curious and excited about bringing this to life and celebrating with me. It means the world, especially as I prepare to share some of my most vulnerable work to date.
Thank you for being here.
For reading.
For witnessing.
For becoming — alongside me.
This book is mine, yes.
But I wrote it for us.
For every season of not-knowing.
For the stretch between who we’ve been…
and who we dare to become.
More soon.
With love,
Lacey
so amazing 🥲 she is BIRTHING