Burnt Sage & Blunt Truths

  “We’re not gatekeeping. We’re guarding the flame.” We Remember the Gathering There was a time when witches gathered under moonlight not just to worship, but to work . We built altars out of nothing and communities out of even less. We led public circles in open parks with nothing but a boom box and a dream. We hosted festivals where the magic in the air buzzed louder than the drum circles. Our elders—gods, our elders—they taught us. They shared sacred rites, hard-earned truths, and whispered secrets over campfires, morning coffee, and cigarette breaks between workshops. They were messy and magnificent, flawed and ferocious. They were real . They handed us a tradition, and we were honored to carry it. Not just the spells and the rites, but the values , the discipline , the understanding that magic is a craft , not just an aesthetic. Why We’ve Gone Quiet But now? Now we’re solitary—not because we chose to be, but because we’re burned out . Burned out from trying to build...

  This isn’t just a grab bag of aesthetic trinkets. This is your mobile temple , your field kit for sacred space, energy management, and staying magically connected while you’re out there hustling. We’re blending intention, utility, and style—because your magic should work just as hard (and look just as good) as you do. 🕯️ Mini Altar Basics (All can fit in a tin, pouch, or small cosmetic bag) Mini Candle (or LED tea light for hotel safety) White or black tealight for all-purpose use. Add a few drops of essential oil or dress with herbs beforehand. Crystal Companions Black Tourmaline or Obsidian – Protection from funky travel energy and EMF soup. Clear Quartz – Amplifies whatever spell you’re casting. Amethyst – For sleep, intuition, and surviving yet another networking event. Optional: Tiger’s Eye for confidence or Rose Quartz for self-love (because who doesn’t need a little conjured-up care...

  Let’s get something straight right out of the cauldron: this isn’t your cute, filtered TikTok witchcraft post with aesthetic altar shots and cottage core vibes. This is a hard-won, boots-on-the-ground, incense-in-the-cup-holder, tarot-cards-on-the-motel-nightstand kind of magic. This is for the witch who lives out of a suitcase more often than her own home. For the Gen X sorceress juggling spreadsheets, red-eye flights, and soul contracts, all while trying to hold space for a spiritual life that doesn’t come with PTO. I’m talking to you , road witch. Let’s talk about what it really means to be on the road for work 300 damn days a year. Not 30. Not 60. Three. Hundred. That’s over eighty percent of the year gone in a blur of airports, bad coffee, time zone confusion, and text messages left on read because you just can’t with another “sorry we missed you!” invite. You start to feel like a living legend in your own friend group—beloved but elusive, like some kind of glitter-dust...

  🧙‍♀️ Sourdough Starter: The Bubbling Cauldron of Midlife Rebellion 🥖 So, you want to make a sourdough starter? Of course you do. You, my lovely, magnificent GenX enchantress, have lived through dial-up internet, slap bracelets, and the slow death of MySpace. You've navigated Y2K, 9-to-5 cubicles, and everyone’s emotional baggage like a boss. You’ve earned your stripes, and now… you're fermenting flour and water in a mason jar like a damn kitchen sorceress. Welcome to the cult of wild yeast, where we summon invisible life forms, name them like pets, and feed them daily like neglected Tamagotchis from 1997. Because we may not believe in institutional authority , but by the goddess, we believe in fermentation. Chapter One: Stirring the Cauldron (aka Making Your Starter) Let’s get one thing clear: this is not your grandmother’s sourdough starter. It’s not passed down from some flour-dusted lineage of colonial ghosts. No, this one’s born of you , your kitchen,...

  🌒 A Letter to New Witches from a Gen X Elder – with love, fire, and a slightly arched eyebrow Dear Baby Witch, First of all, welcome. Seriously. However you got here—through a broken heart, a Saturn return, an ancestral calling, or just a random crystal TikTok—you’re here. You’ve stepped onto a path that is older than memory and wilder than logic. And that’s beautiful. The world needs more people who see magic in the ordinary, who are willing to listen to stones, water, and wind. So let’s get that out of the way: I’m glad you’re here . But now that you’re here, let me say a few things. Elder to new blood. Witch to witch. ✨ Magic Isn’t a Trend. Witchcraft isn’t something you “do.” It’s something you live . It’s not all moon water and spell jars and aesthetic altars (though those can be lovely). It’s shadow work at 3am when everything falls apart. It’s holding space for grief. It’s the discipline of knowing yourself , not just your crystals. It’s being in relationship with ...