spells ✷ strategies ✷ sacred spaces for

the future(s) of life on Earth

this is a place to get lost

an open studio for the future(s) of life on earth

this is a liminal sanctuary for the weird, the wild, the weary, and the willing

every offering in this space was woven with soul and soil and stardust, 

for a world come undone...

so let yourself:

frolic ✷ dance ✷ wander

to start, 

what do you need most right now?

ritual

✷ the goddess ✷ 

i want devotion like oceans, i want doorways to the goddess, i want space to become, i want space to root and rise, i want rituals for a world on the edge

ru/pture

✷ the trickster ✷ 

i want to question my beliefs, 
i want to dance with my doubts, i want to come undone, i want starlight and dark nights, i want mystery and truth like tricksters

rebirth

✷ the fool ✷  

i want revolution, i want loops and spirals, i want to wander and wonder and feed new gardens in bloom, i want to become the garden of dreams for the future(s) i most long to see


I just want to explore

GO DEEP WITH ME

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GO DEEP WITH ME ✹

The Inner Garden

It all begins with an idea. Maybe you want to launch a business. Maybe you want to turn a hobby into something more. Or maybe you have a creative project to share with the world. Whatever it is, the way you tell your story online can make all the difference.

we are altars to the future

poems
prayers
spells
images
words

small offerings for the future of life on earth

Rose

Nellie

Coffy

poet ✴︎ worldbuilder ✴︎ misfit ✴︎ digital priestess ✴︎ word witch

I am a myth-maker at the edge of worlds.

I tend spells disguised as essays, weave portals inside poems, and build sanctuaries for the sacred, the strange, and the still-unfolding.

My work lives at the crossroads of collapse and creation, where the empire frays and the ecosystem dreams.

I am (currently) obsessed with this singular question: what does it look like to create for the future(s) of life on Earth?

All of my work, my words, my spells, my strategies, my spaces are my way of living that humbling question.

You should know, I am not here to give answers.

I am here to trouble our questions.
To speak what feels unspeakable.
To giggle and grieve in the face of our certainties.

To weep with the Goddess, dance with the Trickster, and offer a home to a sacred third thing, the one that defies naming but knows exactly what it’s doing.

This is a living, breathing, wilding ecosystem.

A place to remember how to feel, how to want, how to unravel, how to rebuild in a world undone.

I’m here to write the worlds I wish my daughter could inherit. To offer sanctuary for the soul-tenders, the spell-breakers, the rootworkers and reworlders.

To offer devotion in a time of distraction.
To offer enchantment in a time of collapse.
To offer trouble as a kind of prayer.
To make a temple of the crossroads.
To become a space for the questions.

If you're looking for linearity, you won’t find it here.

But if you're looking for life, for loops and spirals, for the raw, weird, trembling, true, then welcome.

I’m so happy you’re here.