The Invitation

As a Strega, life has become a spiraling dance inward…a sacred (often private) ritual. This is my story in motion, in real-time—raw, unfiltered, with a lot of fucks given.

Here, I invite you into a small cavern of my heart. A series of love letters, musings, and longer-form educational pieces dedicated to Spirit, my lineage & my craft.

Grab your coffee or tea & come with me.

A little poem I wrote, to share with you…

Sono un Piccolo Incantesimo (I Am A Little Spell)

If you broke me apart, you’d find that I am composed entirely of words.

Tiny, vibrating, singing strings theorizing their own existence.

Commanding prose, poetry, and passion into a tangible conjuration.

Sono un piccolo incantesimo.

Echoing into the aethers.

I am.

I am.

I am.