🌿 Why I Write, Why I Blend, Why I’m Here

I write because the words don’t let me go.

They have always taunted me and danced throughout my days.
They rise up at night, curl around my morning coffee, and whisper themselves into my hands.
I write because I’ve lived too much, felt too much, loved too many people not to write it all down.

I blend because the magic is in my blood.
I am a potion-maker, a scent-weaver, a woman with a super sniffer and a sacred knowing.
I blend because plants speak in oils and resins, and I’ve been listening my whole life.
It’s not just aromatherapy—it’s alchemy. It’s ancestral. It’s ritual.

And I am here—always—to connect.
To love.
To offer tenderness and truth across multiple families, across time, across tangled bloodlines and the places they’ve broken or healed.

I am an adoptee.
An adoptive mother.
A reweaver of what was severed.

I am here to tell the stories, make the medicine, and hold space for people navigating the in-between:
Between identities.
Between generations.
Between who they were and who they’re becoming.

This space is for all of that.
A blog, a ritual archive, a gathering place.

May you find something here that smells like home,
sounds like truth,
and feels like it belongs to you.

Welcome.