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Welcome welcome welcome to my online store and... home, kind of. I am Kim, a contemporary witch, lover of seasons & cycles and maker of magical tools and I am so happy you are here.
I'd love to find a path to a more simplified life, with heaps of self compassion and joy. The journey of coming home in ourselves. For me, this path is shaped by witchery & witnessing the rhythms of the natural world.
How about you, wanna walk with me?
Handmade Malas
Unique gemstone malas, made by me with so much love...
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The Witch and the Village
If you had asked me this question (pick a number any number) eighteen months ago, I would have said the former. It is the witch's choice. They choose the solitude, the quiet, the pack-less howling. The witch chooses the fringe and the forest, because that is where they flourish. With plants over people and soil over stones. But now I'm not so sure.
Praying at the Altar of Maybe
Places I've turned to, to figure out how to do this having a business thing, tell me I shouldn't use 'maybe' or 'perhaps' in my communications, because I need to look Certain and an Expert and I tried, I really did, but I pray at the alter of maybe every morning and perhaps hold my hand as a gaze at the moon. As I lay down in bed at night my body curls into a question mark, because all I do is wonder and ponder.
Climbing Hills We've Climbed Before
And a week later I was still walking around feeling like crap over all this. Or rather, I was angry. Definitely not at the people that left, because I'm all for unfollowing and unfriending if that's what you need. So I reckoned that surely I was just burning with the righteous indignation over living in a society that upholds heteronormative structures. You know, as one does. Except it felt different this time.
The Witch and the Village
If you had asked me this question (pick a number any number) eighteen months ago, I would have said the former. It is the witch's choice. They choose the solitude, the quiet, the pack-less howling. The witch chooses the fringe and the forest, because that is where they flourish. With plants over people and soil over stones. But now I'm not so sure.
Praying at the Altar of Maybe
Places I've turned to, to figure out how to do this having a business thing, tell me I shouldn't use 'maybe' or 'perhaps' in my communications, because I need to look Certain and an Expert and I tried, I really did, but I pray at the alter of maybe every morning and perhaps hold my hand as a gaze at the moon. As I lay down in bed at night my body curls into a question mark, because all I do is wonder and ponder.
Climbing Hills We've Climbed Before
And a week later I was still walking around feeling like crap over all this. Or rather, I was angry. Definitely not at the people that left, because I'm all for unfollowing and unfriending if that's what you need. So I reckoned that surely I was just burning with the righteous indignation over living in a society that upholds heteronormative structures. You know, as one does. Except it felt different this time.
Tarot and Oracle Cards
These tarot and oracle decks make wonderful gifts for anyone, from full on witches to the esoteric curious.
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