I am going to stop pretending like I don’t know what kind of life I want.
What kind of dream lives inside my soul.
To stop apologizing for a hunger, others some would consider insatiable.
How possibly could I want it all?
I have walked so long trying to be one thing. The herbalist. The astrologer. The tarot reader. The crystal reader. The energy healer.
That’s why I chose the word witch.
Because I knew that word meant I could be all those things. I didn’t have to be a woman who had to keep choosing one side of herself.
So Universe... hear me now.
You asked me to decide.
Here is my intent.
I am witch for a living.
I am the bard. The storyteller. The medicine maker. The spirit seer.
I live in my woods.. in my countryside.. near my seas. Maybe all three. Or one.. but I get to visit the others often. I get to travel this world.. and hear the tales from all around this globe. I get to hear their myths, their traumas and love them into their healing.
I am the bruja.
The diviner. The tarot and crystal reader.
The herbalist.
The medicine woman.
The author.
The spoken word poet.
The one who channels deities and angels and fae and land spirits and Mother Gaia.
I am here to build a new world.
One Mother Gaia would be proud for us to tend.
None of this is done in poverty.
10k a month at least. Is what I get. Not to hoard.. but to keep building and mending sharing.
I’ve written books. And sold-out arenas. Out of the authenticity of my heart.
I am the harbinger of my ancestors. Shadow worker. Daughter of Diana. Worshiper of the moon, the stars, and the planets. Translating their many languages. I hear it all. I share it all. I learn it all. I teach it and worship it and intertwine with it all.
And in the company of myself.. away from my service. I come back to my fields and my gardens and my greenhouses. Tending to my roses. Concocting my herbal remedies. Speaking to my land.. dancing with the genius loci around me. Just like Circe did. The first Goddess witch.
I am done playing small.
I know I am worthy for all that my heart so deeply longs for.
Oh how I fucking know Beloved Universe of my mine.
I know so deeply I surrender my intention to you.
And I know I do not have to push..
Because you are already making it so.
And so it is.
Amen.
Aho.
Namaste.















