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

I have been thinking a lot about the season of Spring lately. The symbolism of the egg, fertility and growth surround us in many ways. Like the Emerald Tablets with the powerful esoteric teaching: "As above, so below. As within, so without," We are seeing a divine mirror in this powerful energetic shifting. 

What is taking place outwardly, is also taking place inwardly. Do you feel the shifts? I do. I feel like a rebirth is occurring. It leads me to really put myself in an energetic space that is in alignment with what I am ready to live... what I am worthy of. 

We are all worthy of amazing things. Life is meant to be experienced with love and joy. We can learn just as easily with divine ease and joy. The old paradigm that we must suffer in order to learn is far outdated and not in resonance with the energy that is coming in. The School of Hard Knocks is receiving one less pupil. I am officially withdrawing my attendance there! How about you? Are you ready to receive the beauty and gifts that life is holding for you? Yes? Good!!!

A rebirthing of consciousness is taking place. We are ascending as we are letting go. We don't have to fall into the mass consciousness that in order to "gain" there must be "pain". No. This is over. The only pain that we go through is the one that we inflict on ourselves by believing that we are less than, unworthy, that we are incapable of tremendous things! Incredible things! We are divine beings, infinitely connected to Mother/Father God. The All That Is resides within each and every one of us. How do we manifest more of this magic in our lives if we resist our divine inherent identities? 

Do you know who you are? 
Remember. 
You are divine. 
I see divinity all around me. 

As within... so without.

So much love!