Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me)

A young Black girl with warm brown skin and natural, fluffy hair lies under cozy covers at bedtime, smiling tenderly at her worn, off-white teddy bear with solid black eyes and a faded nose. A soft golden glow of magical energy swirls between the girl, the bear, and the blankets, illuminating their connection in a dreamy, love-filled moment. The atmosphere is warm, gentle, and full of emotional alchemy.

Mirror Magic (as 6-Year-Old Me) I write this ritual story as a love offering to myself—a return, a remembering, a soft landing into the arms of the little girl I once was and still am. This is for my 6-year-old self, who looked in mirrors and already knew she was the cutest thing walking. She … Read more

The Part of the Spell No One Sees

radiant dark-skinned Black woman in futuristic-ancient warrior regalia, seated at a glowing laptop surrounded by magical light. Violet and gold energy streams upward from the keyboard as she types with fierce focus. Her expression is calm, knowing, and untouchable—an embodiment of power, clarity, and spiritual triumph in the present moment. The scene evokes sacred technology, ancestral fire, and victorious self-expression.

The Part of the Spell No One Sees About this piece The Part of the Spell No One Sees is a ritual story about the kind of magic that doesn’t need an audience. The kind that happens when truth meets resistance, when a woman chooses alignment over acceptance. Sometimes there’s candlelight. Sometimes there’s fire in … Read more

To Thine Known Self Be True

An ethereal Black woman with flowing locs rises from glowing roots of light, surrounded by a cosmic background of purples and deep blues. Her eyes are closed in peaceful knowing, a radiant golden light shines from her chest, and symbolic patterns form a luminous halo around her head. The atmosphere is mystical, empowering, and grounded in sacred presence.

To Thine Known Self Be True A Prayer of Return Spirit, I’m not here to pretend. I’m not here to perform. I’m here because I’m remembering who the fuck I am. I feel the weight of all the versions of myself I’ve had to be just to stay alive. Just to keep moving. Just to … Read more