30/11/2025
I took this photo recently after catching a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and thinking, “Oh… I don’t look that tired today.” A rare postpartum moment that had to be documented of me feeling myself.
These moments are fleeting… it’s been 9 beautiful, whirlwind months, my baby still wakes like a newborn for feeds, and my 4 year old still adjusting to not being my only baba, along with the daily waves of raising a highly intuitive, sensitive, wildly intelligent little soul.
And still… amongst the beautiful chaos, I couldn’t be happier.
This time last year I was in such a dark void, humbled by life. Afraid and riddled with grief. It’s so wild how much can change in a year. How life can pull you from the underworld and place you exactly where you’re meant to be.
Motherhood is a paradox. It’s grief and love. It’s resistance and surrender. It’s mourning the life you thought you’d have while making space for the one that’s unfolding in front of you.
I may not be where I thought I would be,
but I am exactly where I’m supposed to be.
I’m so fiercely present in my life, and the magick keeps unfolding. I may not have time to do everything I want to be doing right now and that’s ok. I still carve out time for myself, I still write, I cast when I need to, but honestly I have everything I’ve ever wanted right here, right now.
I love teaching, I love sharing my wisdom, I love guiding people back home… I’m a damn good witch and a bloody good mother. I know that to be true.
Thank you for still being here, even when I disappear for days… just being unapologetically alive.