Witchery Healing and all the In-betweens

  The Fairy Tale is Dead        We are taught from a young age that if you do the right thing—if you speak up, if you provide the evidence, if you use your voice—the system will catch you. They call it "justice." They call it "karma." Yesterday, I watched that fairy tale burn to the ground. After months of "the lawyers have it in the bag," after video proof of a confession, and after the agonizing toll this has taken on our bodies and minds, the verdict came back:  Not Guilty.  Not because the crime didn't happen, but because of a level of state negligence that is almost impossible to fathom. Negligence Has a Name        The state "dropped the ball." They failed to secure DNA from my partner's body, leaving it as an "unknown man" despite a mountain of evidence pointing to exactly who he is. Because of their failure to do their jobs, a man with a history of domestic assault, child endangerment, and unlawful use of a deadly weapon...

  Somatic Anchors in Fur and Scales        Living with the "Dizzy Sea" means my world can sometimes feel like it’s spinning out of control. When the POTS flares or the DDD pain becomes a roar, I don’t always need a doctor—I need my Guardians. In my house, healing isn't just about tinctures and rituals; it’s about the breathing, living souls who keep me grounded to the earth. Conan: The Observant Soul Breed:  Catahoula & German Shepherd Mix.       Conan is the intelligence of the operation. With the striking patterns of a Catahoula and the loyal "work ethic" of a Shepherd, he is incredibly observant. He has this way of watching over the perimeter of our clearing, making sure the world stays at bay while I rest. He reminds me that it’s okay to take up space and that my safety is a priority. Lilo: The Velvet Protector Breed:  Rhodesian Ridgeback & Pitbull Mix.       Lilo is my gentle protector. With the stre...

  The Lessons of the Province        Lately, I’ve found myself captivated by a specific corner of YouTube: women living in the rural provinces of the Philippines and other parts of the world. I watch them transform humble, non-glamorized houses into true homes... Spaces where their families are raised in safety and simplicity. It has shifted my perspective. In the West, we are surrounded by a culture of "more," yet watching these creators reminds me that we often live in luxury without even realizing it. It has crystallized the life I want: a simple, slow-living existence. To live modestly, yet comfortably, sipping my coffee and appreciating everything we have... Even when it isn't "ideal." Starting from Scratch        My path to this quiet morning coffee was not a straight line. It was a jagged escape. When I finally left my abusive past, I left with nothing but two bags of essentials and what my gecko, Yennifer, needed to survive. We were s...

  The Open Window        Today, I am sitting by my window, letting the cool breeze wash over the room. Outside, the sky has turned that soft, heavy grey that usually signals a storm, and the first drops have begun to fall. For many, the bright, sunny weather is their grounding, the light that pulls them out of the shadows. But for me, the rain is  my  grounding. While the world retreats inside, I find myself opening the glass to meet the mist, to feel and breathe in that cool, refreshing, vitalizing air.  Washing Away the Internal Chaos        Living with chronic pain and the weight of a failing medical system can create a constant, low-level "noise" inside the body. It’s a hum of anxiety, a thrum of DDD pain, and the dizzying sea of POTS symptoms. It feels like chaos. But when the rain starts, that chaos begins to fade. There is something about the rhythm of the drops, the "white noise" of the universe, that creates a moment o...