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A Love Letter to my Husband

This is a love letter to my husband, Who chooses me without conditions. ❤️ Sometimes I don’t understand why he loves me so much… We’re different in soo many ways. But he accepts me as I am. And loves me …

WITCHES prefer to be Naked

But,Do you know WHY Witches prefer to be naked? It all stems back to the story of Adam and Eve. And most notably Lilith, who refused to lie beneath adam, because she is whole and complete in herself.~~ 🌙 Before …

I died the day my Son was born

“The Divine Feminine knows that a birth demands a death, and the personal self sometimes has to die if the world is to be made sacred.” ~ Sally Kempton ~~~ ⭐️ Dear Atreyu, I died the day you were born. …

No more BOXES

I AM. Ever changing. Always growing. Shapeshifting and morphing in response to my current experience. AND WE ALL ARE~ More than what’s being said. & more than what’s being shown…. What if we stopped branding ourselves. And started being ourselves? …

I am a KEEPER OF THE MAGICK

I was once taken by the Goddess. And while she was in me,She taught me how to dance rooted.She taught me how to make my sex, my own.She taught me to worship my blood.She reminded me to open my mouth …

☥* Blood Rites *☥

☥* Blood Rites *☥ HER daughter walked toward the Red Tent to learn the wisdom of women. She had just started her first MOON. Blood dripped into her undergarments, caught by a piece of fabric her mother stitched together for …

The Red Thread

I’m sitting in front of my birth altar contemplating the RED THREAD. You know… the red thread that permeates all life. The thread that connects us…. Red, like our womb walls that house our soul’s spiral. This red thread reminds …

Menarche Ceremony Information & Questionnaire

Dearest Mother,Congratulations on your daughter’s coming of age! The journey to becoming a woman begins with her mother’s outreached hand~ welcoming her to the “Red Tent.” The Red Tent is also called the menstrual lodge or the moon lodge. In …

Our Demons Danced with Each Other

Our demons danced with each other. There was no shame in this allowance.It felt ancient. Primordial. True. I was more connected to source then, than I’ve ever felt trying to be… better. I wanted him to be all of himself.And …