Ritual Devotion

Mashed Potatoes as My Magic Wand

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A young Black girl’s hand holds a silver fork poised above a mound of mashed potatoes, sculpting them with care and curiosity. The mashed potatoes sit on a white plate alongside vibrant green beans and a thick slice of meatloaf topped with rich red ketchup. From the tip of the fork, radiant streams of golden and violet light swirl upward like magical steam, casting a soft glow over the plate. The background is warmly blurred in deep purples and browns, highlighting the sacred, magical and whimsical energy of the moment—a blend of childhood wonder and spiritual ritual.

Mashed Potatoes as My Magic Wand This ritual story was born from a whisper—clear, unexpected, and deeply felt. The ancestors said: Mashed Potatoes. Just those two words. And it unlocked something inside me. A memory. A vibration. A call to return to the joy, curiosity, and magic of my inner child. This story is an … Read more

The Shape of My Grief, the Weight of My Love

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An orange tabby cat rests peacefully on a soft, dark blue blanket, bathed in warm golden light. In front of the cat lies a small green tinsel ball, slightly worn, glowing gently in the sunlight. The scene evokes tenderness, memory, and quiet presence.

The Shape of My Grief, the Weight of My Love I wake up slowly, held in the arms of stillness. The light slipping through the blinds is soft and golden, the kind of light that doesn’t ask me to rush. Today is May 15th, and I feel it before I even remember why. My heart … Read more