I’m a big fan of making even the most mundane parts of day-to-day life feel witchy. If there’s a story I can tell myself that transforms the mundane into magical, I will choose to create that narrative every single time. Some might call this delusional (or should I say delulu?), but I like to think of it as creative psychology.

Currently, I’m in the process of furnishing my new apartment…

We’re training for a marathon, not a sprint. And boy, have we been well trained…

Buckle up, babes! November is one roller coaster you’re gonna want to be strapped in for. October gave us a slow build on the momentum, but that acceleration isn’t quite over.

I suggest you put a strict schedule on your self-care this month to both check in and care for your nervous system.

“I need to unplug/take a social media cleanse/go dark,” these phrases have become commonplace in our modern vernacular. The pull of social media’s siren song has enticed us all—except maybe your off-the-grid former classmate who now owns a tin foil hat to stop the government from reading his thoughts. Kidding…sort of. 

My point is, that few of us are immune. Myself included…

A channeled message for the Collective from the energy at large:

Take a deep breath. That anxious feeling in your chest isn’t because something has gone wrong, but because something is about to go really right.

This feels like a Tower month but in the best of ways. For those who don’t speak Tarot, that means life may feel like it’s crumbling around you, but I get the feeling we’ll see the purpose in it all even as it’s happening. Stay the course. Keep your eye on the prize.

When I had a semi-popular vegan blog in the early 2010’s, I started a segment called “Dinner & a Movie” where I’d pair a movie, TV show, or other piece of visual entertainment with a recipe that felt on-theme. It only had a few installments before I closed the blog in favor of my own website, but it was still one of my favorites—combining two things that speak to the core of my being: movies + delicious vegan food.

This post is inspired by the intuitive messages I receive while sending the readers of this blog distance Reiki each month.
While the reading always represents the general collective, if you’d like to be a specific recipient of Reiki, follow my IG stories where I ask for any last-minute requests to be included just before sending out healing.

We may be starting back-to-school season, but the feeling in the air is that of finals time.

If there was ever a divine template for Carrie Bradshaw’s arc from sex columnist to single cat lady, the Norse goddess of love & fashion is it.

Likewise, other Friday deities like Venus, Aphrodite, and Ishtar LOVE a good aesthetic. Whether it’s a pearl necklace, a sea foam crown, or some well-placed war paint, there’s a reason we instinctively like to get dressed up on a Friday night.

So why not honor Friday the 13th by infusing your fashion with a little magic?

Let's get into the astrology of the month ahead...

September 1st: Uranus Retrograde begins - Uranus on a normal day is that weird, loose-cannon kid in class who says something unexpected to the teacher just to shake things up. This retrograde energy feels like a mix of intensifying and quieting that aspect in ourselves—the saying something part, not the weirdness. The weirdness will remain either way and likely will feel intensified.

I’ve changed apartments five times in the past 27 months.

Yes, you read that correctly. That means I’ve packed up, physically moved my entire life from one place to the next, made myself at home, and then repeated the process an average of every 5 1/2 months for almost two and a half years.

I’m an expert at making myself at home QUICK...

In our modern world of TikTok new age-ism, there’s a lot of talk about the “evil eye” and “energy vampires,” but here’s the thing:

Most energetic connections—even those that feel negative—aren’t sourced from a place of malice or intent to harm. Assume there is no ill will unless proven otherwise.

Nevertheless, sometimes you're gonna need a bigger boat.

If you’ve been following me for the past 10 years online, you’ll know I am an eternal optimist when giving readings. I can spin even the worst-case scenario into a lesson worth learning because, honestly, that’s how I see things.

That said, even I can admit that the energy right now feels…heavy. Not heavy in a doomsday, let’s all crowd into a bunker sort of way, but heavy in that way that your bowels feel heavy right before you rid your body of massive amounts of s***—because that’s what’s about to happen.

Apply to life when you need a spark, some confidence, or want to intensify your inner divine presence.

I have a tattoo down my spine that no one can read. Sure, it’s in Sanskrit, but even those well-versed in that language have trouble translating it since the artist took it upon himself to “make it look like a brush stroke” and failed to connect two lines that, in essence, make the whole script legible. Some might find this oversight frustrating, but I like to see it as just another part of this story.

First of all, in writing the title of this post, I almost typed August 2014. There's lots of astrology pointing back to patterns from 7-10 years ago so I don't consider this a random typo.

My first tip: check back to that date & see what was going on for you, it might give you insight into the cycles closing out this month.

“WTF is Mewing?” That’s what I kept thinking every time I saw a video pop up on my YouTube feed with this strange word in the title.

As a #ModernDayMagicMaker, I believe that we each have a natural guidance system directing us to the keys used to unlock our own brand of magic.

I was numb to everything and yet so intensely raw. Within an hour I’d called my mother for help, still sobbing, and five hours after that her doctor had prescribed me a bottle of antidepressants, the first necessary tool to pull me out of what I would eventually recognize as withdrawal from my drug of choice: Love.

For a brief definition, demisexual is considered somewhere on the scale of asexuality. It’s not that demisexuals have no interest in sex whatsoever, it’s that they require an established relationship of trust and connection to turn that switch on. Because of this interesting sexual quirk, there are a few scenarios the demisexual may find familiar:

I once had a palm reader tell me that I didn't get enough hugs and kisses as a child. This statement offended my mother at the time. She insisted that I had been given plenty of love and attention as a child. However, in retrospect, I've realized that my palm reader might not have been entirely incorrect.