𝔓𝔥𝔬𝔢𝔫𝔦𝔵 ℜ𝔦𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔊𝔬𝔩𝔡𝔦𝔢

“She remembered who she was, and without mercy, she destroyed everything that ever made her feel like she wasn’t whole.” Quote from The Altar Within by Juliet Diaz 🔥

Sometimes we can’t leave candles burning all night long. So flameless light will do.

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Možda sam Vodena Vila ili Rusalka ?

Yesterday’s trip cracked something open in me spiritually, physically, mentally, emotionally. It was like the world pulled back a veil and I saw truth in places I’d never looked. I’m walking away lighter, but carrying so much more that matters.

Why is it always when I am by a river???

It is very rare that I get to see the sunrise or the moonrise. I happened to be on the very first ferry to the island yesterday and on the very last ferry home. I was blessed with both the sunrise as well as an incredible moon rise coupled with a breathtaking sunset.

The sun ripens what we planted long ago. Lughnasadh is here, the first harvest. Harvest Blessings to you all 🌽

Time to reflect and ask: What’s blooming in your life right now, and what’s asking to be gathered?

We can ship to you!!! 🥰

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I know 😭

Saw @elhoimleafar.bsky.social post about the displaced pets of families torn apart by ICE on Insta.

On this day of Jupiter, Let’s do the work not only for the people, but for the ones with fur & feathers—waiting by doors, lost, in shelters. May the Gods protect them. Let none be forgotten.

Some light reading

Moved my Dittany of Crete to a sunnier spot today. The lens smudged, the photo turned soft, dreamy just like the plant itself. Good for prophecy, veil work & remembering the old ways from my Balkan roots. 🌿✨ It murmurs with ancestor breath, spirit of root and rock, still whispering from the cliffs.

Conjuring for the Collective — real work, powerful work, for the greater good. This is a call to the ones who feel it in their bones. If that’s you, message us. Let’s rise. 🔥

The Old Gods have smiled—the first harvest is in. Heavy baskets, grateful hands, tears of joy and the hush of ancient blessings in the humble garden. 🍎🌾

Last night I dreamt of my brother.
I asked him “Are you really dead?”
He said “I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

Grief is a strange kind of doorway. Sometimes they visit. Sometimes they speak in riddles.

Happy Birthday big bro.

#GriefMagic #DreamVisitations #LiminalRealms #FullMoonFeelings

Quiet moments here, even with construction outside.
I’m preparing something special for summer — come feel the magic when you can. ✨

River Day

Life goals

I strip the layers that no longer serve.
I release the burdens that don’t belong.
I keep the bones. I keep the fire.
I rise in clarity.
So mote it be.

We should do it more!!!

i had a fun little chat with Goldie from @phoenixrisingbc.bsky.social over on Insta. You should check it out, it’s only 20 minutes.

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I made a small batch of custom candles for @phoenixrisingbc.bsky.social and they look fantastic!

🔥Walpurgisnacht 🔥

The veil is thin this Walpurgisnacht—light your fires, dance with spirits and honor the wild magic rising.

The old ways stir and renewal whispers on the wind.

Stand between the worlds and welcome the turning of the wheel with courage, wonder and fierce becoming.

Happy Beltane 🔥🔥🔥

I’m so sorry your heart is hurting. You built something beautiful and it’s heartbreaking to see that violated. I’ll be supporting you wherever you go — your words and your presence matter!!

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All #Immigrants and Immigrant #witches right now in the USA balancing their mental health and daily jobs with a high dose of anxiety, trying to remain positive while staying informed about the news, in a radicalized racist society betting against them and building concentration camps for them 💔

She slipped in unseen: Honesty, Moonwort, Witch’s Silver
Growing wild among rhubarb like a spell gone rogue.
Blooms turn to lunar coins, ripe for magic
She didn’t ask permission & arrives with a message:
Truth is a wild thing in bloom.
Let it grow
Let it shine
Not all wild things wait to be welcomed

Cherry blossoms are my absolute favourite—soft, fleeting and full of magic. Their bloom feels like a whisper from the otherworld, reminding me to pause, breathe and savour beauty before it drifts away.