I’m a writer, historian, obsessed music fan, and witchy mom focused on magic, joy, and meaning.
As I’ve confronted grief on a personal and collective, global level, I’ve been forced to walk with death as a companion (however unwanted).
I’ve learned to see life and death as sisters, holding hands, laughing, wandering through time together.
We often deny the sister of death, but that doesn’t make her any less real and present. So I actively choose to take her hand, as well. I look for the magic of spirit, of continued life, of inevitability, on both sides of the veil.
When I do, I find continued relationship with those who have gone ahead. I find presence in the land, the trees, the rocks around me. And I find a measure of peace - and hope - amidst collapse.
I find the wholeness of life.
For me, grief witchery acknowledges the reality of life after death, of cosmic order, and the truth of spirit. Our magic can guide us.
My writing asks, What if we approach these apocalyptic times not just as devastation, but as a sacred threshold for transformation?
Can we greet these days of darkness as holy invitation to turn toward beauty and connection, to allow our souls to speak the loudest?
