Hi everyone! You may call me Kam or Kyy if you’d like. I started this Tumblr back in 2023 and have been periodically posting here to showcase my journey through spirituality — the good, the bad, the ugly, and the breathtaking.
My goal for this blog is transparency. I want to share my personal practices as they evolve and open up conversations along the way. Growth isn’t always pretty, but it is sacred.
If you would like to support my small business over on Etsy, you can click here and see what we have to offer: Veilroot Grove
But, without further ado, let's dive a little deeper and really get to know me and my craft!
Get to Know Me!
- ‘02, ♉︎𖤓, ♌︎⇡
- They/Them & She/her [but I'm flexible with pronouns]
- Lesbian
- Eclectic Pagan & Witch 🪻🕯️
- Polytheist [Hellenic + Norse]
-Multi-Clair Intuitive
- 4/20 friendly
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What I Practice:
⊹ Divination — Tarot, runes, and pendulum work
⊹ Shadow work (exploring the self through philosophy and reflection)
⊹ Herbalism — currently an herbalist in training
⊹ Deity work — following the practices of Aphrodite, Hel, and Apollo
⚝ My craft is guided by intuition, grounded in nature, and ever evolving as I learn, unlearn, and grow.
What to Expect!
⊹ Reflections from my spiritual journey
⊹ Methods of practice (from a personal standpoint)
⊹ Polytheism discussions + altar showcasing
⊹ Healing through spirituality and philosophy
⊹ Veilroot Grove — our Etsy shop. All items are made by witches, for witches.
⊹ Reblogs that resonate deeply with me
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Extra Information About Me & My Journey
This blog originally began as a way to document my practice with Aphrodite, as she was the only deity I was following when I first created this space. But as the years passed and I grew into myself, I discovered more — about who I am and about those who were quietly walking beside me.
On October 19th, 2024, I chose to shift the style of this blog and use it partially as a journal. I wanted to record my journey publicly so that others walking similar paths might have something to reference. There are so many incredible blogs filled with wisdom on paganism, witchcraft, and polytheism — and I wholeheartedly encourage you to explore them.
As time went on, Hel reached out to me. I fell in love with who she is and what she represents. Yes, she is a goddess of death and the ruler of Helheim — but she is also a goddess of transformation. She came to me during a period of deep personal transformation, and that alignment felt… undeniable. Funnily enough, I now feel a closer bond with Hel than I do Aphrodite.
(Even though I once dreamed of Aphrodite — and she was pissed. The furious eyes. The rocking boat in the middle of a stormy sea. All because I wasn’t properly tending to her altar. Yeah… that’s not something you forget.)
And then there’s Apollo.
It took me far too long to realize he had been reaching out for years. Yes, my spiritual “awakening” with him happened through a silly little TikTok trend among other spiritual creators — but the connection was real. I had let my own ignorance cloud my view of him, and that’s something I regret. His energy aligns so deeply with my constant need for creative expression — writing, painting, dancing, music. It only made sense to answer the call.
Fun little side note: I actually created an original character named Apollo before I began following the deity. It didn’t click until recently while revisiting his story. Life is strange like that.
If you’d ever like to see my art or storytelling, feel free to check out:
⊹ Tales From Necrospace
⊹ Softly Bitten (main/art blog)
As I grow older, I become more comfortable in my own practices. I’ve noticed that many “young spirituals” or “baby witches” try to fit into a mold — I know I did when I was a teenager trying to figure everything out. If you’re newly practicing, it’s completely okay to take inspiration and guidance from others online. Just know that over time, your practice will naturally become your own. It will shape itself around you.
If you’re curious about anything mentioned above, feel free to browse the tags listed below! And if you can’t find what you’re looking for, tap the little “🍃” at the top of my blog and send in a question — I’m always happy to answer.
With that being said, my DMs are closed simply because I have severe social anxiety and struggle to keep up with private messages.
I hope you enjoy your time here on my little journaling blog.
Much love, and blessed be.
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Tags Guide!
“#echos of my journey” = My personal journal entries.
“#sacred visions” = Photos I have taken or collages I have made.
“#whispers and insight” = My burning questions along with answers any asks that I receive.
“#shadows of the cards” = My tarot readings and offers.
“#Veilroot Grove” = Anything to do with my Etsy shop.
Thank you for visiting, and thank you for reading my little introduction! 💋
What better way to welcome in the month of love—or, as I’ve always called it, Aphrodite’s month. February is a time for love in all its forms: loving yourself, your family, and those you hold dear to your heart. It truly is such a beautiful time of year.
So how do we welcome love into our lives this month? A simmer pot, of course—or at least, that’s what I decided to do.
I’ve had this little mini pot with an electric cooker for a while now (usually to reheat my homemade soups to absolute perfection), and it finally clicked that I could use it for simmer pots as well.
But what is a simmer pot exactly? A simmer pot is a gentle brew of water, fruits, herbs, and spices, slowly heated to infuse your home with specific energies. It’s a simple yet powerful form of spellwork, used to manifest intentions while filling your space with warmth and scent.
And of course, the perfect intention for a February simmer pot was love.
I made a very simple yet beautifully aromatic simmer pot consisting of:
• Full moon water
• Rose quartz–charged water I’ve had for years
• Hibiscus
• Raspberry leaf
• Tea roses
• Lavender
• Cloves
I set up my little simmer pot beside Aphrodite’s altar, as it also serves as a small offering to her.
The scent and the energy are absolutely beautiful.
I definitely recommend putting together a simmer pot of your own. Not only does it make your space smell heavenly, but it also welcomes in gentle, loving energies.
Happy late Imbolc, happy early Valentine’s Day, and blessed be!
If you are an American — or if you have any sense of social justice at all — I already know the rage swelling in you.
The kind of rage that wants to burst out of your chest and tear everything down in its path.
But that wouldn’t be productive.
No.
Today I felt that body-rattling, nauseating rage after learning about “the files.” I refuse to use his name — he is filth. Filth like the anus of a sick raccoon.
I was shaking. Wanting to crawl out of my own skin because the anger sat so deep in my body.
And then I noticed something strange.
Lilith kept appearing the deeper I went into that spiral of rage.
Do I think she’s calling to me?
No.
What I do think is this: she is simply saying,
“I see you. I understand your rage. It is justified.”
Perhaps she is just as enraged as the rest of us.
Lilith is the sacred feminine — freedom, autonomy, refusal to submit. I don’t like putting words in the mouths of deities; that is not my place. But in my bones, I feel that she understands this collective fury. That she bears witness to it.
You are not alone.
She sees you.
She understands your anger.
I do not work with her, but I respect her. I do not have the closeness with her as I do with the deities I follow — Aphrodite, Hel, Apollo — and yet…
I can’t fully explain it. I just know she is watching. Holding space. Keeping us grounded while allowing us to feel what we are feeling — reminding us that this anger is justified in every way.
You may feel the urge to lash out — but you are above that.
So instead?
Witches.
Hex the rich old fucks.
Not with reckless harm — but with justice. When we hex, we release our rage into the universe and ask it to return consequence where humanity was abandoned.
Grab the rusty nails.
Grab the vinegar, the lemons, the grave dirt — respectfully.
Put your fury into your craft.
Even me — someone who rarely touches baneful work, who usually avoids anything labeled “dark” — I say this now:
As an owner of two cats, I can say with confidence that they are just as chaotic as they are lovable… though today, I briefly considered turning one of them into a rug.
(For those who don’t know me personally: yes, I am joking about the rug comment. The most I do is glare at my cat while knowing damn well she’s smug about her own intelligence.)
So why did I want to turn one of my cats into a rug—or perhaps a pair of slippers? One reason only.
As many of you have seen, I have a very beautiful altar dedicated to Aphrodite. I’ve been rearranging and maintaining her altar for about seven years now, and I take a lot of pride in making it as beautiful as she is.
This morning, I got up from my bed and glanced over—only to see Aphrodite’s altar completely askew. My stomach dropped instantly.
Naturally, I treated it like a full-blown crime scene and assessed the “damage.”
The altar cloth was pushed and bunched to one side. The pearls had been knocked out of their small container of solidified Himalayan salt and had fallen behind the altar/bookshelf. Her sparkly jewelry was nearly knocked back there too. The chocolate offering I’d given her a few days prior was flipped over. Her statue was crooked and turned toward the bunched-up altar cloth.
Immediately, I knew which cat was responsible. The scene had very strong “jumped up, realized there were things up here, thought ‘oh shit I’m gonna get my ass beat,’ and jumped back down” energy. It doesn’t help that her footsteps are damn near silent. I swear she invented the phrase pussyfooting around with how stealthy she is.
Anyway—after carefully restoring Aphrodite’s altar back into order, I gathered six pearls (a number associated with love and care in numerology) to replace the ones that were lost. I also offered some of my favorite honey in a pink and white cupcake liner as a very sincere “I’m sorry my cat is a jackass and messed up your altar” offering.
At the end of the day, cats will be cats, and they will forever be tiny agents of chaos and protection. As much as I wanted to skin the damn cat for disrupting the harmony of Aphrodite’s altar… I can’t stay mad at such a dumb, lovable face. (I put a picture of her with the TL;DR.)
I mostly wanted to share this because I know other people who keep both pets and altars will understand the immediate dread and pain that comes with moments like this. Thankfully, it’s all been fixed—and I’ve come to notice that the deities I follow don’t really seem to mind my cats or the chaos they bring with them.
As a slightly unrelated side note: I also decided to offer Hel a bottle of black salt made from the ash of her burnt herbs—yes, the same ash I used to paint the engravings on my bone runes. I always try to incorporate all the elements into my altar spaces; it just feels natural and right to me.
Anyway, thank you for reading all of this. And if you skipped straight to the TL;DR—fair enough.
Much love, and blessed be.
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TL;DR
One of my cats absolutely disrespected Aphrodite’s altar, I briefly contemplated crimes, then lovingly fixed everything, replaced the pearls, gave her honey as an apology offering, and accepted once again that cats are agents of divine chaos. (Also gave Hel a black salt offering.)
Also, as promised, here is the photo of the little criminal.
I don’t often share photos of myself here since this blog is usually centered around spirituality, but I felt really good about this makeup and wanted to let a little more of me exist in this space.
“If we follow the wolf further we find Apollo. At least, we learn that Aristotle's school of philosophy was called the Lyceum, that is the wolf-place, because it was located in a district in the valley of the Dissos close to Athens in a gymnasium attached to a temple of Apollo and called after the wolf (λύκος), because that animal was closely associated with him.”
As you may or may not have seen in previous posts, I made an Etsy page a while ago that was originally meant for readings. As my anxiety grew, I ended up shutting it down out of fear—fear that my readings wouldn’t be good enough, or that I’d mess something up along the way.
But I realized I was boxing myself into one practice, when in reality my path (and my work) is much broader than that.
So… Veilroot Grove was created.
There aren’t any listings just yet—the shop is still fresh and growing—but if you’re interested in things like homegrown ritual herb bundles or witchy starter kits, keep an eye out for updates here on Tumblr. You can also give the shop a little favorite on Etsy to receive updates directly through the app.
Thank you for being patient with me while this grove takes root. Blessed be. 🌒🌕🌘
