Burnt Sage & Blunt Truths

 I recently went to a women’s friendship meetup through Real Roots , and let me tell you — I expected genuine connection, not a sociological experiment in economic disparity. The concept sounds lovely: curated circles of “like-minded women” seeking meaningful friendship. The reality? A chaotic mash-up of wildly different lifestyles shoved together under the banner of “shared values.” Half the women there flat-out said they wouldn’t be coming back. One woman — who’s apparently been through six rounds of this “journey” — hasn’t found a single lasting connection. If someone’s done this six times with no results, maybe the issue isn’t her. Maybe it’s the soil you’re planting in. The group dynamic was an exercise in whiplash. On one end were women saying, “I can’t afford to keep doing this, it’s too expensive.” On the other, women casually mentioning how they’re taking 4-6 months off work “just to reset.” Meanwhile, I’m sitting there wondering how I can form an authentic connection ...

 Let’s just rip the bandage off: You shouldn’t expect people to show up like you do — not your friends, not your coworkers, not your damn cat. Unfortunately, that includes your group or coven.  And before you start with the “but that’s unfair” argument, let’s be honest — it is unfair. But so is life, gravity, and the fact that you can eat right, hydrate, and still wake up feeling like a 20-year-old fax machine. You’re Built Different — and That’s Not Ego, It’s Experience You’ve got standards, structure, scars, and a moral compass that actually works. You show up when you say you will. You remember birthdays. You check in when someone’s quiet. You do what you said you’d do — even if you’re exhausted, bleeding, or holding your life together with caffeine and duct tape. That’s not common. That’s conditioning — born of integrity, trauma, discipline, and a refusal to half-ass your existence. Most people? They’re still figuring out which end of emotional responsibility goes u...

  There are spells that smell like roses and affirmation journals that smell like someone trying to sell you sunlight. Then there is Nana’s medicine — the kind that tastes of vinegar, ash, and whatever herb you don’t want in your tea but absolutely need. It’s not pretty, and it sure as hell isn’t polite. It works. I learned this in the kitchen, leaning on a counter that had seen births, burials, and every family argument in between. Nana kept a drawer full of things that fixed things people wouldn’t name in public: a tin of dried roots, a spool of black thread, some salt in a chipped saucer. And an onion. Always an onion. An onion is low-key magic. It’s humble and honest. It looks like nothing, but it’s built to let go — layer after layer after layer. When it decays, it does what it does best: it sheds. It doesn’t try to protect the lie. It tells the truth with its rot. Which is why Nana taught me the trick: carve a name into the onion and set it moving. Let the woods / the elem...

 There’s a strange thing happening in modern witchcraft — and it’s louder every season. People want the look of the craft, but not the labor. They want the velvet cloak, not the lineage. The smoke, not the spirit. They’ll burn sage but never ask whose bones that smoke came through. They’ll light candles on their marble altar but won’t light a candle for the ancestors who bled for their existence. They’ll talk about “manifestation” and “intentions” but go blank when you mention offerings, reciprocity, or the price of real work. It’s easier to make witchcraft look pretty than it is to make it mean something. And that’s the difference between aesthetic and ancestry . ✴ The Performance vs. the Path Aesthetic witchcraft is performative. It thrives on visibility. Pretty pictures, curated altars, color-coordinated candles — all arranged for approval, not power. Lineage witchcraft, on the other hand, is invisible by design. It happens in the dark, in the kitchen, in the back garden...

Paganism and Witchcraft has become a very diverse world, where individual tastes, preferences, and beliefs vary greatly. Just the other day I was talking with someone and honestly, I was bashing someone’s belief system. Because to me it seemed too, “fluffy” and because she kept referring to herself as a “baby witch” which as you know grates on my ever-loving last nerve. But there I was, bashing someone for their beliefs. I thought about it on the drive home. Wow. Had I become so jaded that I wasn’t willing to even think another’s beliefs were valid? So, I messaged her. Talked to her for a while about her beliefs and about my beliefs. Found out that her belief system came from TIKTOK! She’d had trouble finding anyone to talk to or to mentor her! So we discussed what that looked and felt like for her. I finally felt like I had dug deep enough, I reached out to another friend who might fit her as a mentor and wham! A friendship was cultivated, a mentor was found and maybe some good in...

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No one ever thanks the ones who show up after the cameras leave and stay for YEARS because of the endless ribbons of red tape. The ones knee-deep in the mud, sorting through paperwork and grief, trying to stitch lives back together with duct tape and policy. They don’t see the sleepless nights. They don’t see the men and women who drive into disaster zones knowing full well that whatever they do, it will never be enough for the headlines, or the politicians, or the public who want miracles on a budget built for breadcrumbs. They don't see the men and women who sleep on the floors of schools and who live off of protein bars and bottled water, while not being able to shower or charge their phones because this work calls to them.  They see the logo. The one that EVERYONE likes to scream at and demonize.  And when the system fails, they throw stones at the logo — not the ones buried under it, trying to push broken machinery uphill. When that doesn't work, they start taking ver...