Witch Life

Every October, when the veil begins to thin and the air hums with that familiar electric stillness, my decks start calling to me. Some whisper, some wail, and some practically dance off the shelf demanding attention. Halloween is when I let them all come out to play — the eerie, the poetic, the ancestral, and the unapologetically witchy. Each deck has its own spirit. Some speak in riddles and rhymes, others in whispers and warnings. Together, they create a language of the sea

So often we rush through life, lost in lists, chores, and routines — forgetting to pause and see the quiet beauty that lives in our everyday moments. This morning, I woke up in a haze — no direction, no spark, no pull toward anything. The kind of day that feels like fog sitting just behind your eyes. So, I decided to do something simple: visit a friend for a little girl time. We sat together, sipping soda (because let’s be honest, no one would believe it was coffee), showing

The grotto at The Black Madonna Shrine - built stone by stone by Brother Bronisluas in devotion to Our Lady and Queen Many of you know me as a witch, and some assume that means I’m Wiccan, Pagan, or that I worship darkness. Nothing could be further from the truth. A witch is simply someone who works with the elements and honors personal sovereignty. It’s a definition, not a religion. For me it means being in relationship with nature, energy, and intention — listening, learnin

(Photo Channeling — Everyday Witchcraft Series) Sometimes we miss the beauty laid out right before our eyes — in the fabric, in the trees, and within ourselves. “Look again,”  he whispers. “I’ve been here all along.” There is a man within us — a quiet watcher who follows wherever we go. You’ll find him woven into the fabric beneath your feet, standing tall in the trees, reflected in the faces of those who cross your path. He is faithful. He is loyal. He is kind and true. This