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

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me

Swirls of vivid gold move like breath across a glowing landscape of purple, blue, and magenta—an abstract reflection of grounding, presence, and the sacred return to self when the world feels scattered.

When Things Go Missing, I Come Back to Me To slow down, ground my energy, and reconnect with myself in moments when I feel scattered, frazzled, or out of sync—especially when I misplace something. This is a ritual of remembrance, where I soften into presence, receive insight, and return to my inner rhythm. This Saturday … Read more

Spiral of Sovereign Health Chant

A glowing, abstract spiral radiates from the center of the image, flowing outward in warm golden, orange, and red tones that shift into deep purples and midnight blues. Ethereal orbs of light float within the spiral, creating a sense of movement and healing energy. The background features fluid, painterly textures that enhance the mystical, magical atmosphere of the piece, evoking the energy of inner transformation and sovereign health.

Spiral of Sovereign Health This chant is a reminder that I am the center of my own healing. I don’t chase wholeness. I am whole, and when I forget, I return. I don’t look outside myself for permission to feel well, strong or aligned. These words are a code. They activate what I already know … Read more

When I Dance & No One Looks

A digital painting of swirling, glowing energy forms in warm golds, deep purples, and rich browns. Abstract waves move like fabric and smoke, evoking the presence of ancestral spirit, inner child healing, and sacred self-return. The composition is ethereal and emotive, with light radiating from the center as if witnessing a private dance of transformation.

When I Dance and No One Looks Today, I feel the little girl in me. She’s tugging at my sleeve, wide-eyed and vulnerable. I notice her whenever I reach out to be seen, to be heard, to be met—and silence answers back. Not just from my partner. It shows up everywhere. At work, when I … Read more

Breath of Prosperity

A close-up of a mortar and pestle with a mix of cinnamon, bay leaves, basil, and ginger. The herbs are vibrant and freshly ground, their aromas almost tangible, representing the potent blend of intentions for wealth, protection, love, and vitality. The setting is a cozy kitchen with warm lighting, emphasizing the ritual's importance.

Breath of Prosperity A Ritual of Abundance Purpose To attract exponential expansion in prosperity across all facets of life, including self-development, spiritual growth, personal wellbeing, health, family, platonic and intimate relationships, career advancement, business success, financial wealth, and investments. This ritual, performed at the beginning of the month, harnesses the fresh energy of a new … 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