Let's plant a FOREST in memorial of this sweet soul. The link takes you to the obituary and there will be a lint to plant a tree or grove of trees in his memory. Levi, was a bright, capable, curious young man. He had a difficult journey with Swyer Syndrome. www.d-mfh.com/obituary/Lev...

Menopause is a bonfire lit in the ruins of patience. Every headline tells me to “lean in” while my hormones lean out, staging their final riot. The world spins and I am expected to smile through sweat and rage— a phoenix in yoga pants, burning, just longing for the mercy of an afternoon nap.

Honored to be the chosen family member to take my nephew tux shopping for prom today. ☺️

I need some new Starter Packs to follow!

The air hums with promise. On the eve of Beltane, sweep your space, light a candle, whisper to the budding green. The veil thins tonight—listen close. The old ways stir, and tomorrow, the fire leaps.

A traveler dropped laughter like seeds, unnoticed. In cracks and corners, joy rooted. Where their shadow passed, the dark grew soft, and unseen gardens of light began to bloom, reaching for skies no one remembered they had wished for.

In the hush of twilight, the Mossmaidens sing—forest spirits who braid peace into the wind. If you hear a soft hum through the trees, it’s their lullaby for weary hearts. Whisper thanks, and your path may soften.

You may hear the term "critical thinking" here's what it involves: 1 Formulate your question 2 Gather your information 3 Apply the information 4 Consider the implications 5 Explore other points of view

me: I’m gonna rise like a phoenix also me: hits snooze 3 times, rises like a slightly disoriented pigeon with bedhead and yet— still rising. still magic.

Some days, the work is simply holding your own flame steady while the wind howls. You are still here. Still shining. That matters more than they’ll ever know. #Resilience

Today I saw a tree that had broken in last winter’s storm, now bursting with new green shoots. It reminded me: even what feels broken still reaches for the sun. Hope isn’t loud — it’s the quiet growing we barely notice, until one day, it’s everywhere. #HopeInBloom #EverydayMagic

Not all my magic is gentle. Some days, protection means saying no. Walking away. Setting the forest on fire so the thorns can’t follow. I’m a story worth protecting.

The First Dawn rose when the Little Wren sang. She gifted hope to travelers, dreams to seekers, and a golden bell to every heart. May your new beginning shine bright. May you hear the bell of joy. The world is ready for you.

The strongest trees dance with the storm. Bend, breathe, become. You are not here to break — you are here to bloom, again and again. #Resilience #MysticWisdom #RootedInLight

In Celtic lore, blackthorn trees were feared—said to shelter spirits who cursed the unworthy. Travelers gave wide berth in winter, when the thorns bit hardest. Those who honored the tree’s power, though, found unexpected protection on their journeys.

Mercury just sprinted into Aries like it has something to prove, and Neptune’s over here adding dream-sequence filter to every thought. It’s bold delusions o’clock. Chaos is on-brand today.

New website coming soon... so excited!

Woke up ready to be productive, but my gut said pause, the wind felt off, and the day had that strange buzz that says “not today.” So I grounded, brewed something warm, and moved “burnout” off my to-do list.

Val Kilmer was our Jim Morrison—wild, poetic, and unforgettable. As Gen Xers, we saw our fire in his eyes. He didn’t just play the Lizard King, he was him. Even in silence, Kilmer’s presence roars. Thank you, Val, for showing us the beauty in chaos and the power of becoming legend. #OurLizardKing

I know today is not the remembrance day but the history and message is important to remember and educate any day. #weremember

I am the rising flame, the crowned child of stars. I trust the fire that moves through me. I no longer dim to comfort others— I shine, I speak, I live.

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I opened a cabinet, something fell out, and I just stared at it like that’s exactly the kind of energy I expected from the universe today.

When shadows stretch and spirits tire, And hope burns low, a fleeting fire, Look to the sky, the stars remain, A whispered vow through night’s domain. The dawn will rise, as it has before, Its golden hands upon your door. No winter lasts, no storm holds fast— The light you seek will find you, past.

I've spent the last 2 or 3 hours scanning in about 2/3 of all my crystals, gemstones, and rocks into rock identifier. Then cataloged them all by their top 5 spiritual uses and best placement thru the house. I am so excited. Been wanting to do this a long time and I'm almost done!

Well. It's official. I am a nerd. Just finished my second masters degree!

Under tonight’s Blood Moon Eclipse, I release what no longer serves me. 🔥 I’ve written my burdens, sealed them with a Bindrune, and folded them away—banishing fear, doubt, and all that holds me back. As the fire consumes, so too does my spirit rise, unchained. It is done. ✨🌑 #witchsky #bloodmoon

Born of twilight, touched by fire, A spirit woven of dream and desire. The tides of the Moon pull soft at her soul, Yet within her heart, the embers glow.

The way will reveal itself as you walk.

I am the tide and the shore, the storm and the calm. I trust the wisdom within me, as the Moon trusts the night. I give and receive in perfect balance, knowing that all flows as it should.

Witches, what do you do for a pick me up? I'm very down. Probably due to end of winter and cabin fever. Any spells or rituals for inviting joy?

Kept track of what I would have spent today if I would have not been participating in the blackout. About $650. How bout you?

Life’s just a series of emails asking if you saw the last email.

Staying positive while watching the world unravel is a special kind of struggle. Like, yes, I believe in hope and resilience—but also, have you seen the news?

Some people fear the dark, but witches know better. The dark is where seeds grow, where intuition sharpens, where real transformation begins. Don’t fear the shadow—learn to dance in it.

Magic is in the way you trust your gut, speak your truth, and walk into a room like you own it. Light the candle, stir the potion, cast the spell—but remember, the real power has always been you.

Wild how billionaires can hoard enough money to end world hunger, but if I take a slightly longer lunch break, I’m “stealing time.”

It's pretty bad when I actually want to work today in protest.

Funny how the system tells us to work hard, follow the rules, and be patient—while the rich break every law, hoard wealth, and rewrite the game in their favor. Hard pass on playing along.

There is NOTHING more satisfying in life than successfully locating and plucking an elusive chin hair on the first try.

Nothing humbles you faster than accidentally opening your front camera. One second you’re living your life, the next you’re questioning every decision that led to this angle.

Hot tip: If you are the one that sets the standards, no one else can tell you that you're not meeting them.

The fact that we just trust bridges to hold us up without questioning it is wild. Like, yeah, sure, this metal and concrete contraption suspended over water or traffic is totally fine. No thoughts, just vibes.