Welcome to my mind gallery ~ a candlelit room of thoughts, dreams, curiosities and question seeds curated by me. Some dance light like mist, others take deep root, curling toward wonder. One-there. I invite you to feel this curious song, the magic dust of what wishes to be known. Every fragment is a door. The winds shift, so will this gallery. May these notes be rich soil for our journeys.

Welcome to my mind gallery ~ a candlelit room of thoughts, dreams, curiosities and question seeds curated by me. Some dance light like mist, others take deep root, curling toward wonder. One-there. I invite you to feel this curious song, the magic dust of what wishes to be known. Every fragment is a door. The winds shift, so will this gallery. May these notes be rich soil for our journeys.

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I devoured this day, this moment so completely that i can still tune into it, moons later, with precise clarity. I mean that I drank in the sounds of the water dancing. I inhaled as deep as my human lungs would allow, from every direction. I sensed the Sun on every part of my warm skin. I can still smell the wet freckly rock, the salted winds. We have the most magical tuning systems, wholeness always available in a present moment. For whatever wild knowing reason, I needed this exact medicine today. Sharing it with you.

- Catherine

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I made lemon cardamom cinnamon rolls on a Wednesday afternoon. I met a new friend, Otis, who visits me every day, gazing in soft curiosity at the human inside. I fell in love with the Moon (my within, my magic) yet again.

- Catherine

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venus in retro adventures with beet ink, sunshine, bird song

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a witch lives here

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luteal waters singing through me

- Catherine

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