<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:googleplay="http://www.google.com/schemas/play-podcasts/1.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Huntress House: Poetry Parlour]]></title><description><![CDATA[Where inspiration lives. In this room, you’ll find exclusive poems, creative pieces, and member-inspired work. Paid members can send in themes, words, or feelings, and I’ll weave them into something new. A room for art, emotion, and the sparks that move us.]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/s/poetry-parlour</link><image><url>https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png</url><title>Huntress House: Poetry Parlour</title><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/s/poetry-parlour</link></image><generator>Substack</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 18 Jun 2026 21:43:41 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/feed" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><copyright><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></copyright><language><![CDATA[en]]></language><webMaster><![CDATA[abbyokeefe@substack.com]]></webMaster><itunes:owner><itunes:email><![CDATA[abbyokeefe@substack.com]]></itunes:email><itunes:name><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></itunes:author><googleplay:owner><![CDATA[abbyokeefe@substack.com]]></googleplay:owner><googleplay:email><![CDATA[abbyokeefe@substack.com]]></googleplay:email><googleplay:author><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></googleplay:author><itunes:block><![CDATA[Yes]]></itunes:block><item><title><![CDATA[Rituals That Regulate]]></title><description><![CDATA[7 days of safety and calm]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/rituals-that-regulate</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/rituals-that-regulate</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 11 Jun 2026 12:15:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text">Write with me
Converse with me

Meditate with me
Listen to me

Move with me
Energize me

Be with me
Care for me

<em>- The words of your nervous system</em></pre></div><p>Join me for 7 days of regulation through journaling, kundalini meditation, and movement.</p><p><a href="https://www.abby-okeefe.com/rituals-that-regulate">It&#8217;s free.</a></p><p>It&#8217;s vibey.</p><p>See you inside.</p><p>Big love,</p><p>A</p><p></p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Mother's Memory]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/mothers-memory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/mothers-memory</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Sun, 10 May 2026 19:31:52 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text">I want to remember the way it feels
To kiss her chubby little cheeks
The exact pressure her tiny hands
Use to grab my finger
The weight of her whole
Body laying on mine
That superwoman feeling being
Someones ultimate safe space
So cozy she falls asleep and would 
Stay all night if I let her 
And I do sometimes
To try to memorize every breath
Every moment
While she&#8217;s little 
</pre></div><p>big love,</p><p>A</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[the river]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/the-river</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/the-river</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2026 15:31:27 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text">where the wildflowers grow and
water meets trampled moss
tired from travelers feet
exploring the curves of this river
rounded rocks smoothed
calmed from water&#8217;s presence
over and over again
forming breaks in rapids
dotting her current
where worries are carried away
tears of grief shared at her bedside
she holds them tenderly
whispered memories gone by
held in hope filled hearts
she protects them
infusing them into the water she carries
tender moments tucked into
her depth
making space for each one
her shores a safety
only offered by her

</pre></div><p>big love and big dreams,</p><p>A</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[what to say when you don't know what to say]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/what-to-say-when-you-dont-know-what</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/what-to-say-when-you-dont-know-what</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2026 15:30:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I hope you hear what you need in these words</p>
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   ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Good Thought]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/the-good-thought</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/the-good-thought</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jan 2026 15:40:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There is an undercurrent of chaos to my days. I wake up with a deep intention to write, to spend time with my words, my soul, and yet I get swept away - in dishes and bread making and little girls&#8217; hair. </p><p>That desire never changes, it just requires a gentle score into my schedule - one that doesn&#8217;t happen right before bed, at my most tired, nor with my kids climbing on me - and turns out, I don&#8217;t have a lot of that space right now - so I will sit here and cherish it. I won&#8217;t berate myself for not doing better, I will simply enjoy the time I have with this blank piece of paper and my own thoughts.</p><p>The air is heavy in Minnesota right now. Some days it&#8217;s been hard to breathe, the reality settling in like smoke, heavy and suffocating - I am doing my best to lean into it all. To let myself cry, scream, laugh, and find joy again. I have learned over the years how the denial of emotions creates personal suffering - and rather than wish it away, I must look at it, hold it, honor it, and create space for whatever needs to come next - and it&#8217;s never the same. </p><p>For me this has looked like consistency. Consistency in showing up for myself in many different ways - through movement, meditation, massage, coffee and conversations with friends, organizing, decluttering, cooking, snuggling my kids, playing, making art, getting fresh air, there are so many ways to slow down, to process, to feel the weight and the gift of being human - because it is both - beauty and pain - gratitude and hardship. And the secret is that we are resilient enough to weather it all, and still enjoy it.</p><p>Whatever you are moving through, I hope you can still find some joy, something that makes you smile, lightens the load on your heart, and helps you remember there is good this world.</p><div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text"><strong>The Bad Thought:</strong> 
Life is hard and frustrating and it feels like it won&#8217;t get better. I can&#8217;t see the light and I don&#8217;t know where I&#8217;m going or what&#8217;s next, or how to get there.

<strong>The Good Thought:</strong>
like all people who have walked this Earth
in good times and in challenging ones
i will walk
one foot in front of the other
in the direction that feels
true to me
and though i may not know
where this road ends
i embrace the magic of uncertainty
of watching life unfold 
as it happens
without expectation yet
immense hope
held in a heart meant for
important things

i will remember what is important to me
i will remember that the sun rises each morning
to usher in a new day
i will remember that seasons change and
feelings pass
i will remember that nothing is forever
that time is finite and my desire is
to spend this precious resource well
loving and laughing and doing good
in a world riddled with hurt
knowing it will not be easy

there will be hard days
sad thoughts
and still
perseverance
because what i do matters
who i am matters
i will not let doubt
steal the belief
that there is good
to be done
kindness to be shared
i will live it
and breathe it
and walk my own path

</pre></div><p></p><p>sending you big love and big dreams,</p><p>A</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[I will remember]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/i-will-remember</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/i-will-remember</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2026 22:25:51 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text">I want to remember the way it feels
To kiss her chubby little cheeks
The exact pressure her tiny hands
Use to grab my finger
The weight of her whole
Body laying on mine
That superwoman feeling being
Someones ultimate safe space
So cozy she falls asleep and would 
Stay all night if I let her 
And I do sometimes
Watching her sleepy eyes flutter
Her belly breathe up and down
Memorizing every moment
While she&#8217;s little 
</pre></div><p></p><p>sending you big love,</p><p>A</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[love and honey]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/love-and-honey</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/love-and-honey</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 19:31:08 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><div class="preformatted-block" data-component-name="PreformattedTextBlockToDOM"><label class="hide-text" contenteditable="false">Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when published</label><pre class="text">Monday mornings 
Feel like fresh starts and
Sunrises glowing of
Endless possibilities
Sipping slow
Moving slower
Taking my time
With this day
Greetings from a
Grateful heart to
Be here
Breathe here
Tiny feet
Shifting down plush stairs
Goodmorning mama
Goodmorning babies
I've missed you
Wrapping arms around
Smaller ones
Feels like love and honey
</pre></div><p>big love,</p><p>A</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Solo mornings]]></title><description><![CDATA[poetry for your day]]></description><link>https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/solo-mornings</link><guid isPermaLink="false">https://abbyokeefe.substack.com/p/solo-mornings</guid><dc:creator><![CDATA[Abby O'Keefe]]></dc:creator><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2026 00:26:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://substackcdn.com/image/fetch/$s_!JiQ9!,w_256,c_limit,f_auto,q_auto:good,fl_progressive:steep/https%3A%2F%2Fsubstack-post-media.s3.amazonaws.com%2Fpublic%2Fimages%2Fb22a2924-3a62-4165-b1d0-59972abc0dc0_500x500.png" length="0" type="image/jpeg"/><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>A mission I am continuously pursuing is to shift my perspective. Of my relationship with myself, others, my own thoughts, feelings, physical sensations - the list truly goes on. I try to challenge myself to see differently, over and over again. Some of my favorite poems to write are &#8220;<em>The Good Thoughts,</em>&#8221; which you&#8217;ll see more of inside this publication - but on this day, I woke up with adrenaline flooding my body and lists my mind. I decided to turn it into a more magical, intentional moment for myself - and shocker, it actually worked.</p><p>Enjoy!</p>
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