Divination: Reading the Language Between Worlds
At its heart, divination isn’t about predicting the future. It’s about tuning in — to patterns, to energy, to intuition — and allowing symbolic language to speak back. Think of it as a conversation between the conscious mind and the deep field of possibility that surrounds us. The tools differ, but the impulse is the same: to understand, to orient, to connect.
✦ At the Edge of the Veil✦
Samhain (pronounced Sow-in) marks this turning point. It is the witch’s New Year — a threshold between the light half of the year and the dark. Across cultures, this season has long been recognized as a time when spirits walk more freely, when ancestors draw close, and when we are invited to pause and listen.
When the Road Gets Bumpy
But here’s what I’m learning: challenges don’t always mean anything cosmic. Sometimes they’re just… challenges. Software breaks, files glitch, and nothing — not even your most cherished project — is immune to that.
Slow Mo(u)rnings
If you've woken in unrest, it can help to ease into the day with a quick grounding check-in — something to remind your system you're here, you're in motion, and you're not alone in it.
Here’s something soft and simple you can do this morning, if it helps:
Use as journaling prompts or just reflect quietly over your coffee.
When the Connection Breaks
Sometimes the moments that feel like interruptions are actually invitations.
When I sat down to record with Melanie a few months ago, she was calling in from Mexico, and her internet connection kept cutting out. More than once, we had to stop and restart. Initially, it felt like something going wrong — but each disruption ended up bringing us somewhere more meaningful.
The Soul I Still Miss
There was a moment — a stretch of months, really — when our conversations cracked something open in me.
It was late nights and voice notes. Honesty layered on honesty. Laughter, always laughter, but also something more rare: being understood. Not just for the surface shine, but for the contradictions. The grief beneath the glamour. The soft underbelly most people never notice — or don’t care to hold.
Wildflowers, Witches, and the Wisdom of Dirt Roads
I’ve spent most of my life thinking I had to choose. Be academic or intuitive. Be spiritual or smart. Be a woman who knew how to hold a man accountable or a woman who could sit by the fire and laugh with the boys.
But what if those parts of me were never actually at odds?
What if knowing the land, listening to trees, feeling the pull of animals and water and weather — what if that’s not mystical, but simply human? What if it’s what we were, before capitalism told us there was one right way to be useful, before patriarchy flattened women’s wisdom into wives’ tales?
Announcement: Special Guests
Announcing upcoming special guests for episodes 4 and 5 and 7.
What Sparked The Blood Moon
I didn’t set out to build a media house.
I just needed somewhere to put the fire.
There was a season — recent enough that I still feel its pulse in my chest — where everything that could go wrong, did. Where my life became a battlefield of paperwork and pressure. Where I was still tethered to a man I’d already left, fighting for every inch of freedom while he poured chaos into every crack.
Welcome to the Unquiet
Welcome, wandering one.
This is the part of the site that moves slowly.
Where breath is held a little longer,
where words are layered like pressed petals and incense ash.