The Goddess Bath: A Self-Love Ritual.
Worship and nourish your inner goddess. Drawing a bath is the perfect way to love yourself. Make it more than a habit. Make it a ritual.
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She’s a Celestial Wall Etched on the Mandala.
Back to the urban wall and jasmine. Grapple for the blue of earth, the brush between fingers, sweat running down her arm.
Empaths, Stop Letting Emotions Overwhelm You and Be Happy.
The one thing I realized was the happier I am within, the easier emotions flow through me. Daily rituals and consistency are the key.
When I Was Good: A Death Ritual for the Sweet-Blooded Witch.
When I was good, I was a sensitive and sweet-blooded Witch indeed. My ethics were impeccable, and my magick was so diamond white it could blind an angel.
Designing a Radiant Ritual That Honors Our Life Cycle.
I was inspired by the Tibetan Buddhist ritual of creating sand mandalas and then destroying them, representing creation, destruction, and above all, impermanence.
Woman Most Wild: Three Keys to Liberating the Witch Within. {book preview}
The Wild Feminine is a homemade, potent salve for many of the world’s wounds, and everyone, regardless of gender, harbors some psychic terrain where this particular, timely medicine grows.
A Witch’s Bucket List: Shape-Shifting into Oblivion.
Squint and look at them close, my love, and you’ll see I’ve written the last to-do list you’ll ever need on these whimsical sculptures.
Priestess of the Holy Obscene, I Applaud You.
I’ve got some tales to tell that are too good to keep secret; let’s write of our debauchery in a new scripture where the verses speak of hard-nippled freedom and hedonistic revelry. Our parables will be recited by snickering, paper-skinned grandmothers after the little ones are in bed, and our ...
This Is Me, with Over-Limp Fairy Wings: Beltane Verses for the Holy Heathen.
This is me, in all my bare-breasted and stretch-marked glory. My wine-soaked clothes have been shed, and this is the rawest version of my body I’ve ever known. May my soul’s new shape be forged in the milk-white beams at moonset, and may this birth-by-lunar-fire be a short journey from shame to ...
Shattering the Hall of Mirrors: Your Liberation Ritual.
I crush my eyes closed, refusing to see any more, wondering why I had been born at all if these reflections show even a shred of truth. Surely, I should remain here in this Hall of Mirrors until I die thirsty and heartbroken. Surely, I have broken my soul-contract and will never gift the world ...