The Story Priestess

The Story Priestess šŸ“–Author of SANCTUARY
šŸŒ¬ļøSacred Shadow Tantrika
šŸ”„Ritual Story Healer
šŸŒ€Sister of Avalon

It’s my birthday this week, the great 44! Forty four is my favorite number, symbolizing home and stability. I have been ...
28/04/2026

It’s my birthday this week, the great 44! Forty four is my favorite number, symbolizing home and stability. I have been looking forward to this age, and am pretty bummed that the apocalypse is ruining it. So I’m giving away FOUR book bundles themed for my novel SANCTUARY, and I hope one of them goes to you!

Each package contains one signed copy of my magical realism bestseller, SANCTUARY, a mushroom-infused chocolate from , and either a coffee-scented candle from or a mini-maple syrup from my favorite sugaring shack (so OG they’re not on social). I only ask that you give the book any number of stars on the site of your choosing, and lend it to a friend who may like it.

How to win? I don’t care if you follow me (it gives weird high school vibes, yes?), or if you tag your homies. To enter, tell me what you are doing to help the Earth. A garden, a volunteer shift, a shift in habit, anything. This is not a machine-decided outcome - this human author will choose four winners on Sunday, May 3.

Share this opportunity with any hearth witches, homestead wannabes, Gilmore girls afficianados, and Fall junkies. These are my people.

I have always been a Child of Earth. Maybe it’s that Ta**us Sun/Virgo Moon combo. Maybe it’s that I talked to trees more...
23/04/2026

I have always been a Child of Earth. Maybe it’s that Ta**us Sun/Virgo Moon combo. Maybe it’s that I talked to trees more than people as a child. Maybe it’s that I still prefer the wide open spaces to any place with humans, because I feel more at home with myself. But I have always loved Earth. I feel Her in me, always.

This is a terrible time to feel the Earth.

To feel her dying. All day every day. To feel her be pushed past her limit, again and again. To be r***d over and over and over until you would do anything to make the end come faster. Death is preferable to the pain.

And that’s where we are. That’s my life now, me and every other feeling person’s. Because it’s Her life.

I am begging you to be responsible. To be as accountable for yourself as we are demanding others be for themselves. Are you helping? Are you at least not making it worse? Or have you turned over in your chair to face the other screen while a machine delivers your $8 cup of dopamine?

You are watching us die, and ignoring us. It is not hard to do better. Stop buying s**t you don’t need. Stop going on globe hopping vacations, stop shopping at stores with demonic CEOs, eat fewer things that also had faces, and families, before we wiped their species from the earth because we were too lazy to Google it.

None of us deserve to be here. We were given paradise and we have squandered it. We can never, ever make up for what we have done.

But we can stop the bleeding. And we can do our best to help her heal.

Wake up. We did this. Grow up and clean up your mess.

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She has been screaming so loudly. Our poor planet. A beautiful woman we have r***d for our own selfish desires. And no m...
21/04/2026

She has been screaming so loudly. Our poor planet. A beautiful woman we have r***d for our own selfish desires. And no matter how much she screamed at us, we didn’t listen. We didn’t change our behavior. We didn’t try to make amends. And now we will face our punishment, as we should. Because she deserves justice. Just like we do.

The only question now is whether rehabilitation is possible, or whether an extinction needs to occur before we can start again.

Is it possible for unwilling criminals to reform? Are we capable? Can we evolve fast enough to correct for our sins?

We are about to find out.

Only those who treat her well will be spared.

To kick off Earth Week, today is plant medicine day! šŸƒIn SANCTUARY, the mushroom path helps Elizabeth leave behind her p...
20/04/2026

To kick off Earth Week, today is plant medicine day! šŸƒ

In SANCTUARY, the mushroom path helps Elizabeth leave behind her programming and return to her authentic self. It is the bridge between what is and what could be. By summoning the bravery to follow the mycelium, she chooses to transform, and usher a new matriarchy into Solace Spring.

Plant medicine has a purpose. It is here to guide us into a truer version of ourselves. In this moment of our planetary history, that choice is critically important. It can be joyful, and celebratory, but it is grounded in the willingness to surrender ourselves to Earth’s service. We are the change that she desperately needs.

This is a day to heal. And every healed soul adds one more protector to our planet.

SANCTUARY is available at bookshops everywhere (and is probably a vibe with plants).

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In the midst of the apocalypse, books matter.If you are in Southern California this weekend, come to the largest book fe...
17/04/2026

In the midst of the apocalypse, books matter.

If you are in Southern California this weekend, come to the largest book festival IN THE NATION! I will be signing copies of SANCTUARY on Sunday morning with my fellow indie authors, and we would love your support.

They are banning books. They are trying to erase the stories they don’t want you to hear. They are turning art over to machines and calling it progress instead of homogenization. Stand up for stories. Stand up for critical thinking, and empathy. Stand up for humanity, and the importance of seeing a better world before we have built it.

Share stories. Read a book.


Monday morning reminder that the system only understands money, and you control yours. Don’t buy from billionaires. You ...
13/04/2026

Monday morning reminder that the system only understands money, and you control yours. Don’t buy from billionaires. You don’t need the thing. You don’t even really want it. What you are chasing is satisfaction, and you can give ut to yourself. Make yourself a batch of cookie dough, freeze portions, have a warm cookie instead of buying something.

You are allowed to decide that a simple life is enough. āœŒšŸ»

This message brought to you by Solace Spring, a fictional small town that shows you can be happy with less.

12/04/2026

Real writers write. Real people live.

Over the past year there has been an ongoing debate around AI amongst people who publish. Not between writers, but between those who are called to write, and people who want to make money.

This post is not about writing.

This is about the human condition. What we are doing here. Is it really all just an endless money marathon? Are we here to twist every good thing into a ā€œhustleā€, monetize every bit of beauty, creates sales pitches for our gifts? We were given a planet of incredible depth and vision, the resources to tend to our needs while letting our imaginations soar … and this is what we chose?

Really?

It’s not what I choose.

If you really want to read my book I’ll give it to you for free. Truly, message me, we will work something out. Real writers aren’t in it for the money. Real inventors aren’t in it for the money. Real teachers aren’t in it for the money. Money is an evil force that has destroyed our connection to the earth and each other. And you can decide to decenter it in your life.

Real people live real lives. Find your humanity again.

šŸ“– SANCTUARY is in independent bookstores, so if you buy it, buy it without feeding the billionaires. FLOW is coming out Fall 2026 and I am looking for early readers. šŸ¤

I woke up this morning and saw the news. I called my representatives, as I do most days. I made my coffee with cardamom,...
08/04/2026

I woke up this morning and saw the news. I called my representatives, as I do most days. I made my coffee with cardamom, as they do in the Middle East. And I lit a candle to protect those in peril.

And then I cried. Cried and cried until there were no tears left.

I cried for the mothers in Iran, who were surely in a panic, wondering how to save their children. I cried for young people all over the world, who would be forced into a deadly and chaotic war that they had no part in creating. I cried for all the people who are starving, and homeless, with no access to the care that they need. I cried for my children, and this hellscape of a world that they are set to inherit.

When they came home I told them we would not go to the gym, because I didn’t want them near televisions when the deadline struck. A deluge of death they should never have to see. An hour later, the madman announced a reprieve, and my body shut down. I fell asleep in the living room, while my children watched television made in 1991.

We went hiking at sunset. We ate tacos. They went to bed, healthy and happy tonight.

Only tonight is guaranteed.

I wonder how much more of this we can take. How many more threats from a psychopath. How many more rapists stealing our children. How many more people shot in the street. How many more data centers, artificial people, fossil fuels, extinctions. Food shortages, razed forests, hate speeches. How many more 70 hour workweeks, so that we can pay the architects of capitalism to stay in a house we never see full of goods that leave us empty.

How much longer until we take our lives back?

My sisters all over the world are lighting candles tonight, and praying for peace. It only comes from dismantling the weapons we have used to imprison ourselves. Because this is not living. And we all deserve to live.

These crimes will not just be his. They will be American. Because the rest of the world won’t parse ā€œMAGA Americanā€ and ...
07/04/2026

These crimes will not just be his. They will be American. Because the rest of the world won’t parse ā€œMAGA Americanā€ and ā€œreasonable Americanā€. This will be us. This will be the identity you carry for the rest of your life.

American.

And maybe it is. Because 35% of people still support this amount of violence. One third of our citizens are this hateful, this angry, this ignorant. They would watch children be r***d, families be shot, a civilization burned … just to feel good. To feel powerful.

One. Third.

This will be America. Unless we all say no more.

Call your reps. All day long. And hug your kids tight.

This moon is kind of a rough one. Not because it bears ill will, but because it shows you where you have stolen from you...
02/04/2026

This moon is kind of a rough one. Not because it bears ill will, but because it shows you where you have stolen from yourself. Where you have been the reason something failed.

Remember all life is about relationships. We have relationships with our food, with our environment, with our community, with our people. And relationships have fractures, ups and downs, periods of silence.

None of these are beyond repair.

But they do require responsibility.

Sometimes that can mean words, but the truth is that a real apology is changed behavior. In this case, YOUR changes behavior. OUR changes behavior. Lip service is a Libra trait but Saturn knows better. And Ta**us can feel when love is real.

So start getting concrete. How will you take ownership of your mistakes? How can you show up better? And how can seeing things from the other side help us heal what we have broken?

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