Elaine
I’m the woman in the woods with souls in bottles and familiars at my feet. I don’t tell you what you want to hear — I tell you what’s true, even when it burns a little. Patterns, people, paths… I see what’s actually there and call it clean. Clarity isn’t always gentle. But it will set you free.
Magazine articles
The Seeds You Don’t Get To Keep
Maybe the old woman in the garden knew exactly what she was doing.
Between Mabon and Samhain
Same Wheel, Different YOU.
Apparently the Bees Need to Know
Because sometimes you need to say the damn thing out loud.
Drink This. Don’t Ask Questions.
Apparently Grandma was a potion maker and nobody thought to mention it.
A Witch’s Broom
Apparently we’ve been sweeping up more than dog hair.
The House Bell
Because apparently even bad energy understands “you don’t live here.”
The Witch Bottle
Because apparently “return to sender” existed long before mail.
Why the Hell Is There a Shoe in the Wall?
Whatever you believe, put the damn shoe back.
Let the Wind take the Chaff
Apparently we’ve have been separating the useful from the bullshit for centuries.
What I Saw Through the Hedge
Well Shit. Now I can’t unsee it.
The Weaving of Words
Apparently “every dam time” counts as instruction.
These Wrinkles Cost Me a Fortune
I’m Keeping Every Damn One.
