welcome.

introspections, reflections, rants, raves, and magickal workings of a sleepy little witch in the beautiful pacific northwest.

“we come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. something opens our wings. something makes boredom and hurt disappear. someone fills the cup in front of us: we taste only sacredness.” 

rumi.

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