Hello, I’m Heather.
Writer
Ritualist
Explorer of Realms
Seems like all my life I’ve been trying to figure out where I belong. Maybe you too?
I thought it might be to a place. Maybe a person. An identity or achievement. But each time I put up a flag, life changed, or I changed. Life lesson: belonging is fraught.
I created my first ritual as a child, baptizing my cat’s newborns, giving them each a name (and then giving them all away). Daily writing came along shortly after. I had no idea these two practices would one day lead me to the truest belonging I’ve come to know: the territory of my own heart.
I blend writing and art with ritual and healing. This is how I take care of myself, find meaning, and connect to me, you, and all the realms.
Do you know what’s astounding? The world is full of magic. I’m happy you’re here.
Ritual Fieldnotes
“Into the Potato” (Root Ritual)
Several years ago, having a tough time paying my bills and also considering moving, I became aware that everything I desired was focused in the first chakra. I needed some big shifts badly and so dedicated my daily ritual, along with a specially designed altar, to the root. Oh, and I included a potato.
My Ancestors, the Portal
It was all new to me—ancestral ritual and healing, even just talking to ancestors or asking them for help. Then, alone in an old farmhouse my first night, I was awakened by footsteps on the stairs and the rattle of the doorknob. I found no one there. Back in bed, it happened again.
I’ll Never Leave My Hair Again
A couple times a year I get my hair cut. Six inches drop to the floor as I’m carved, once again, out of my lion’s mane. But until recently, I hadn’t thought about using my own hair for rituals. Now, I’ll never go back to seeing it dropped into a waste bin.