Before the year lets its final curtain fall, while the city slips into a shimmering winter dress and even the usually restless streets seem to breathe a little gentler, something shifts. The streets grow quieter, the flow of emails fades, and even the constant hum of everyday life softens. It’s as if the world holds its breath. Time suddenly feels different—denser, softer, more translucent. As though an invisible veil settles over the everyday world and wraps everything in a

The spiral carries an ancient meaning. As a feminine symbol, it is often associated with Mother Goddesses and with Earth herself. It represents intuition, trust, and our connection to the deepest parts of our being. In past years, I’ve written about the Winter Solstice and its many traditions, but today I want to share one that feels especially sacred to me: the walk of the holy spiral, or the sacred labyrinth. I love walking the spiral—whether purely as a mental, meditative

Here’s a truth I’ve been circling around for years: I’ve been practicing magick for over two decades — witchcraft in the truest sense, ritual work as an act of creation. And yet, I never really allowed art , as our society defines it, to be part of that spellwork. Of course, every ritual is creative: a weaving of intention, symbols, and atmosphere. But art as its own form of witchcraft? That side of me remained untouched, quietly waiting — as if I had kept two worlds neatly s

December holds its own magic. The city sparkles with a thousand lights, and yet there is something archaic in the air—something older than any string of lights. Between the asphalt and the snowflakes, we feel a longing for warmth, for meaning, for a light that burns deeper than mere electrical decoration. Did you know? In our previous article, we took a deep dive into the origins of Christmas —long before Bethlehem, long before Jesus. What we celebrate today was once the Wint

Christmas is one of those holidays where many act as if the history is clear — when in reality, it’s anything but. Beneath the fairy lights, the scent of pine, and the kitschy commercials lies a much older narrative, one that was celebrated long before anyone in Europe had even heard of Bethlehem. And the deeper you dive into history, the more obvious it becomes: this holiday was already sacred long before it became Christian. I don’t say this to take anyone’s tradition away

I’ve always thought in symbols. Often, long before I had the right words for a situation, I had images. Signs. Patterns. Archetypes that threaded through my life like tiny way finders. Some people see just an old fairy tale, a tarot card, or an astrological glyph — I see a psychological echo, a map of the human experience encoded in imagery older than any language. This fascination has been with me for as long as I can remember. Not necessarily from some esoteric romanticizin