The Garden
4 writings
The Garden
The Fire Rises When You're Already Open
The body knows. Something lifts. The air holds differently — warmer, closer, charged with the particular electricity of things about to bloom.
The Garden
Scent as a bleed week practice
There's a reason I reach for different things this week. Not to smell good. To feel held.
The Garden
Draw the House In.
The season is moving. The ritual is the same regardless of which direction it's moving in. In the south: This is the first