When most people hear the word alchemy, they think of potions and symbols, lead turning to gold, or robed men pouring over ancient scrolls in candlelit towers.
But that’s not the kind of alchemy I practice.

Not exactly.

The kind of alchemy I’m speaking of is far more personal.
It doesn’t require a philosopher’s stone.
It begins right where you are.
In your thoughts.
In your breath.
In the quiet moment you choose something different.

Modern alchemy is what happens when you transmute fear into power, grief into clarity, hesitation into momentum.

It’s what happens when a kindred soul reclaims their power, not by shouting louder, but by turning inward and finding the spark.

This space was created for women who are remembering their voice, their sovereignty, and their magick.
But all kindred souls aligned with this current are welcome here.

If you feel the call, then you belong.

Alchemy in this modern form lives in the everyday. The mundane. The world of the modern soul trying to live their best life. It shows up in how you speak to yourself, how you respond to challenge, how you choose to stay when it's easier to retreat. It lives in your ritual and in your resistance, in your boundaries and your breathwork, in your quiet decision to grow forward instead of collapse inward.

We are all, in some way, in the process of becoming. Sacred works in progress. Learning how to hold dualities.
Power and softness. Boundaries and grace. Chaos and stillness. Learning how to alchemize what we carry into who we are becoming.

And because I know how lonely that process can feel, I created a place to hold it:
The Alchemy Circle.

It’s a free online community for kindred souls walking the path of self-remembrance and transformation.
A space for the everyday mystic, the sacred skeptic, the spiritual wanderer, the one just waking up, and the one who thought she was alone in this.

Each week inside the group, we follow a shared rhythm. You’ll find check-ins, prompts, energy reflections, and gentle reminders that your path is yours, but you never have to walk it without witness.

Some engage every day.
Some observe quietly.
All are welcome.
Your presence alone shifts the energy of the space.

If you’ve been looking for a circle where you can breathe a little deeper, feel more connected, and remember your own power, this is your invitation.

The alchemy starts here.
And it starts with you.

🜁
Join The Alchemy Circle

I'll see you there!
Shakti

This month, I turn 53.

I’ve lived enough years to see entire versions of myself rise, fall, rebuild, transform, and bloom again. Enough years to know that most things don’t stay the same for long, and enough wisdom now to be at peace with that.

I stopped dying my hair. Not because I’ve given up on my appearance. But because I’ve learned to embrace this side of my becoming.

There are silver threads along the frame of my face and around my temples. And threads throughout my entire head. I’m learning to see them as stars. Signs that my stellar being is starting to peek through. They shimmer when the light hits them just right. And maybe that’s the point, some things only show their beauty when the light shifts.

My body has settled into a natural, truer rhythm. Not always predictable, but familiar. Like a drumbeat I used to dance around, and now, finally, I’m learning a few of the steps. It’s a work in progress.
But aren't we all?

The most beautiful mirror I have now are my daughters. In them, I see the best of what I carry and the evolution of everything I still hope for. They are wise and wild in their own ways. Fierce and funny. They are brilliant. Powerful Sovereigns of their lives. 

And now, I’m starting to see myself in my grandchildren also. The older ones, who call me Gammy, are now taller than me. You can see them starting to take on their own uniqueness, ideas, expressions and things outside the realm of their parents. They don’t climb into my lap anymore, but we laugh, we talk, and every now and then, I catch a glimmer in their eyes that reminds me of my children at their age.

The little ones aren’t saying my name just yet, but they know me.
We read books, play games. . . or at least I try. Sometimes they’re off in toddler worlds of their own, and that’s okay.
It’s enough to just be near them and to witness this next wave of their becoming.

This year, as I step into 53, I’m also stepping into a new cycle in numerology, what’s called a Personal Year 1.
Last year was a 9 Year for me, which is all about completions and release. And let me tell you, I felt that.
Some stories ended. Some identities faded. I closed doors I had outgrown, even if I’d once clung to the handles.

But this year, this 1 Year, feels like a wide open field. There’s a sense of possibility again.
A whispered invitation that says,
You can begin here.
And I’m listening.

If you’re curious what your personal year is, here’s how to find it:
Take your birth month + day, and add it to the current year.
Then reduce that number to a single digit.
For example:
Mine is May 23 → 5 + 23 + 2025 = 2053
Then 2 + 0 + 5 + 3 = 1

That’s my number this year.
A year of new beginnings.
New choices.
New chapters.

Happy Solar Return to Me.
May we all see our beauty and recognize the gift of life at every age-
Shakti

If we were sitting across from each other right now, favorite drinks in hand, I’d speak to you as the witch I am. No performance. No polish. Just real magick and truth.

I'd tell you that sometimes, the most powerful spell I cast is while I am ready to drift to sleep and whispering gratitude in the dark, I remind myself I’m still here. Still worthy. Still walking. Still fulfilling the calling of my soul.

And then I'd smile and say, "Also, I put a little spit on my candle wick."

Yes, really.

Because sealing a candle with my essence is a moment of connection. Of blessing and claiming. It’s saying, “This is mine. This intention is real. And my DNA holds so much more than just me.”

There’s so much out there about what being a witch “should” look like.

Perfect altars. Always burning incense. Always grounded. Always radiant.
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But sometimes, I light a cinnamon stick instead of an incense stick not because I need to cleanse anything, but because maybe I need a little extra luck. . .  A touch of otherworldly intention. A whisper of mystical blessing to dance in the corners of my day.

That’s the kind of witch I am. . . Not always polished. But always present. And always intentional.
Things my inner witch would tell you over coffee:

• Your voice is magick. Use it often. 
• Add a pinch of salt to your bath and your shampoo. (It clears more than you think.)
• Don’t wait for a new moon to begin again. You are allowed to reset any time.
• The spell doesn’t need to be elaborate. But it does need to come from your heart.
• If it feels disconnected, it probably is. Trust that.
• Find quiet on purpose. The answers get louder there.
• Protect your joy like it’s sacred. Because it is.
• Call in your people. Even if it feels awkward at first. We need each other.

And that’s the real reason I created The Alchemy Circle.
Because in a world designed to keep us scrolling, comparing, and second-guessing ourselves, we need spaces of intentional connection. Places to come back to our knowing. Back to each other.
You don’t have to do this alone. You never did.

Come sit with us.
Come be witnessed.
Come remember what you already are.
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🌀 Link can be found here: The Alchemy Circle

May your Magick Always Be Blessed- 
Shakti

Hello Friends!
I find myself in a contemplative space as huge family events take place in my personal life. And as I reflect on what was and what is yet to become, I am guided so share some "nuggets" of wisdom:

What I Want You to Know as the Next Chapter Begins:
There are moments when time folds.
When one blink holds a whole lifetime.
Today is one of them.

My daughter, Savannah, graduates this month.
And as I sit with all the feelings braided through this milestone. . . pride, joy, awe, tears tucked in the corners of my eyes, I find myself thinking not just of her, but of all of us.
Of what it means to become.

Watching her grow has been one of the greatest honors of my life. Not just as her mother, but as a sacred witness to her journey. She is the kind of woman who never gives up, no matter the odds.

She’s met fear at the door, changed plans midstream, and still kept walking. She’s cried, laughed, doubted, and still moved forward. That is what resilience looks like. Not the absence of fear, but the refusal to let it stop you.
And yet, this blessing is not just for her. It’s for you, too.

For the one standing at the edge of something new.
The one who is shifting, shedding, and unsure of what comes next.
For the woman who had a plan, and then life said, “Wait. Not that way. This one.”

Let me say this clearly:
The path to your becoming will almost never look like you thought it would.
It will stretch you.
Break you open.
It will take you places your younger self never could have imagined.
But eventually, it unfolds. And one day, you’ll look back and say,

“Ah. I see it now. I see why I had to walk through that.
I see why it couldn’t have happened any other way.”

You’ll see that it all mattered. . . 

The reroutes. The doubt. The delays. The falling apart. The getting back up.
Every step was its own kind of alchemy.

So here’s what I want you to know, whether you’re graduating or simply growing:

You don’t have to have it all figured out. You just have to keep becoming. One brave step at a time.

Congratulations to my brilliant Savannah, to every soul crossing a threshold this season, and to you. . . the one still rising.

May the journey always reward you with unexpected blessings-
Shakti

Hi Friends!

Let’s set the record straight.

Alchemy isn’t locked in dusty tomes or buried beneath centuries of forgotten rituals.
It’s not something you need a robe for. Or a tower. Or a fancy Latin incantation.

Alchemy is alive.

And she is walking through your life right now.

She’s in the pause before you speak.
In the breath that softens your chest before you step into the room.
In the quiet grief that you refuse to turn bitter.
In the moment you gather yourself, not because it’s easy, but because you remember who you are.

That is real magick.

We’ve been conditioned to look for fireworks, drama, the grand before-and-after. But the truest transmutation?
It happens in small, subtle moments. The kind you almost miss if you're not paying attention.

It’s the woman who’s bone-tired but still gets up and tries again.
The mother who breaks a generational curse without telling anyone, just by doing things differently.
The mystic who folds the laundry while whispering her intentions.
The CEO who runs her business like a temple, every client anointed by intention.

That’s modern alchemy.

Not the kind that demands perfection.
The kind that honors presence.

It’s the work of individuals who are elbows deep in it. Not watching from the sidelines. Not skipping ahead to the outcome. . . . But here. Knee-deep in the undoing and reweaving. Gold in their veins and dirt under their fingernails.
We are the ones turning lead into gold. Not just metaphorically, but energetically, emotionally, spiritually. Every fear, every wound, every old story is the raw material. And your presence, your will, your remembering? That is the fire.

That’s why The Alchemy Circle was created.

It’s a private space. A place to witness one another in the mess and the beauty. A space for thosewho know that their healing is the work. That their daily showing up is the spell.

We share insights.
We follow the energy.
We reflect.
We rise.
Together.

If that speaks to you, your seat is already waiting.
→ Join The Alchemy Circle

You don’t need to be more ready. You just need to come as you are.

Because you are the work.
You are the vessel.
You are the alchemist.
Welcome to the circle.

I look forward to seeing you there!
Magickally-
Shakti