The Soul I Still Miss
Coraley Letcher Coraley Letcher

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.

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Wildflowers, Witches, and the Wisdom of Dirt Roads
Coraley Letcher Coraley Letcher

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?

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What Sparked The Blood Moon
Coraley Letcher Coraley Letcher

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.

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Welcome to the Unquiet
Coraley Letcher Coraley Letcher
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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.

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