Hello,
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Welcome in love- to days in the life of your resident witch. On this page you will find things I find fun, sexy, invigorating, devastating, magical, healing, whimsical, electrifying and boastful.
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I define myself as a teacher. My craft is an underlying knowledge and a current. My mom would give me sage and crystals to cleanse my space- and herbs to heal me. I can cook a meal like it’s coming straight out of my heart and lungs (in other words, made of love). I am invigorated and electrified by nature, a soft moss, a wet sky and creek.
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I like writing like I’m stepping on stones and reading like a children’s book. I like my words to feel like thick flicks on the skin, and a pamper to the part that has grown hard and solid. When I imagine my true self, it is a big girl running in fat grass and no socks, feet almost flying across the ground and teeth bared in a giddy “eeee!”.
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I like food to taste good, like drinking nectar from the source. My purpose in life is to eat a good cookie and cold milk. I don’t take myself too seriously, but I like serious things. I can hold space like my arms are the ocean, and you are meant to wade through to something like salt and warm sun.
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I want to teach others how to cook well, because eating is a part of life. Most of devouring is in our eyes, and everything else is in our nose and fingers. I like looking like family and feeling like home.
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My bones are nurturing bones, my bed a soft bed for my loved ones to sleep. My couch is under a light that is good for reading, and like my ancestors, I love a good book- where each word has a flavor and you’re left feeling more child like and understood.
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I hope here, that you see something that is more like yourself. I hope if you get angry, you feel it all the way through, all the way to the other side of something smaller and wounded, and there I hope you use the balm that you find.
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