Root & Rising

It’s been a few quiet weeks since I first began this little experiment—reaching for intention instead of autopilot. I didn’t set out with...

Lately, something has been rising gently in my spirit—a truth I can no longer ignore. I need to begin claiming my own sovereignty....

A Moment of Pride — A Gentle Beginning “Healing often begins in the smallest moments of kindness.” When we’ve lived with years of body...

The Weight of the World “Not all thoughts are ours. Some were handed to us.” It’s strange how easily we can forget that the way we see...

Lately, I’ve been learning to honor myself in the tiniest, most sacred ways. There’s no grand transformation, no overnight glow-up. Just...

There are beliefs I’ve carried for so long, they started to feel like facts. Whispers that told me I wasn’t enough, not ready, too much,...

A quiet reflection on emotional heaviness There are mornings I wake up and instantly know it’s going to be one of those days. The kind...

For as long as I can remember… I haven’t really remembered. My childhood is mostly a fog. I don’t remember the toys I loved, the games I...

There’s no single moment I can point to—no clear memory that explains it all. But what I do know is this: my journey is just beginning....

Learning to love myself hasn’t been a grand awakening — it’s the beginning of something quiet and sacred. A slow unlearning. A gentle...

There was a time when I didn’t even realize my voice had gone quiet. I thought staying small was being kind. I thought silence was...

Lately, I’ve been digging deep through layers of emotions I didn’t even realize I had buried. Shadow work has a way of doing that. It...

Self-love is something I’ve been learning slowly—like a language I was never taught but always longed to speak. And the truth is,...

Lately, I’ve been sitting with a truth that’s hard to hold: I struggle to take care of myself. Not just in the “I forgot to drink water”...

Hello, and welcome to Root & Rising  🌿 This little space has been on my heart for a while. For years, I’ve felt a little lost in this world—like I was wandering without a map, looking for something real, something rooted. That search quietly led me to the path of spirituality and witchcraft, where I’ve been slowly finding pieces of myself again. I’ve been drawn to the quiet beauty of ritual, the grounding energy of nature, and the comfort of small moments—like sipping tea