The Keeper's Journal

These are not blog posts.

They are whispers, stories, and rites

ages torn from the sacred journal i tend at the altar.

Here, you'll find myths remembered, rituals shared, and breath woven into word.

Walk slowly. What you seek may rise softly to meet you.

Myth & Memory

Where ancient stories return through the body - retold, rewilded, and remembered.

There is a child who walks through fire. Not the kind of fire that wounds But the kind that remembers. That warms the bone. That calls...

Jul 15

Before there was a temple, there was a flame in the dark. and before the flame, there was a seed, small, silent, and waiting. We come...

Jun 10

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