My dream is to have a website that feels like a cozy nook, a growing garden, a crackling fireplace and a cauldron full of my potions, experiments and work. It’s finally coming. I feel it in the air, and I am so grateful to everything and everyone that has led me here. I finally understand how to take time for myself in a way that isnt being

I’m experiencing what this is right now with a knowing that no matter what, I will put lotion on my body. I will dance alone in my room. I will rid myself of toxic intrusions. I will wrap myself in rituals. I will speak my needs as they come, even as that voice in my head says I’m crazy. I will turn on the big light. - anna

The sudden thread of possible connection in a garden of eyes

Wow that is a mouthful. The thing about obsidian that I keep thinking about, the thing I fail to understand is why I feel so lonely when I use it. I am in this strange void of space. These thoughts and ideas are meant for me. They can become power, or musings. To a benefit, thoughts