Embrace wild magick that honors the unruly divine Witch

This is where my wild magick lives.

A living grimoire – but also a sacred, communal sanctuary. A place for the spells I’ve cast, the rituals I’ve woven, and the holy mess of being a queer, neurodivergent, disabled Witch trying to make meaning in a world that rarely makes space for us.

I don’t pretend to have answers. I offer raw truth – stories, spells, devotions. The things that speak to those of us left too long in the dark. The ones who are too much. Too loud. Too strange. Too broken. Too real.

This is for us. The Sacred Other. The Unruly Divine.
The Witches with bones that have cracked and chaos in our blood.
Who need ritual and rebellion to walk hand-in-hand – and for that rebellion to feel like home.

Come tired. Come messy. Come sovereign.
The magick is waiting.