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11/24/2025

11/23/2025

So
Excited to do a full photo shoot!

393 likes, 22 comments. “They made it easy.. I’m so excited to do my Yule shoot. 🖤🎄🔮”

11/20/2025

We often say, “I'm going to treat myself,” and we mean by eating cake with extra icing, by booking a weekend away; by buying a new pair of shoes.

We talk about indulgence as if it’s the only language our tired hearts understand. We throw glitter at the ache, sugar at the silence.

But rarely do we say, “I'm going to treat myself kindly.” With soft mornings and no guilt. With patience when I forget, and grace when I fall short. We forget that gentleness is a gift too; that rest is not earned like a badge, but granted. Not in exchange for doing, but simply for being.

Maybe the real treat is not the cake, but the way we speak to ourselves after a long day. Maybe it's not the getaway, but the way we stand our ground and keep our faith when things get hard.

Maybe kindness is the sweetest thing we keep forgetting to serve ourselves: keep forgetting to treat ourselves to.

Yes, treat yourself to the cake, and the holiday and the shoes.

But make sure they're not a substitute...
for treating yourself with love.

*****

Becky Hemsley 2025
Beautiful artwork by Claudia Tremblay

This is a newer poem, but there are more like this in my collections 'Letters from Life' and 'Words to Remember'

11/19/2025

✨ Only 2 Available! ✨
Introducing our Daily Spell Kit Set — one magical kit for each day of the week!

Each set includes:
• A spell-working tray (with candle holder included)
• Sage & Palo Santo for cleansing
• A jar of herbs for each day
• A candle for each day
• A crystal for each day
• Easy instructions on how to use everything

Perfect for daily magic, intention work, and building your spiritual practice.
Claim yours before they’re gone!

11/19/2025

Shop hours today Wednesday November 19, 1-3 … working on a few new things…

11/19/2025

There is a stubbornness to it.

The beauty of the world even now, even soaked in the sound of despair.

Still the magpie holds onto its midnight blue sheen and its velvet dark wings.

And try as we might, there is nothing cliché about noticing the magic of birdsong.

Even in grief, the winter sun finds every blade of glass eventually, the result a diamond-like rhapsody.

The august stag still visits the frosty, hushed forest and this will continue till the day his body gives itself back to where he was born.

It is a reminder that so much of what withers and dies was once a sublime beauty.

That though it may seem obscene, it is necessary to witness all of it, the beauty and the terror.

To remember even in despair, how to be alive.

~ Nikita Gill

Art by Amanda Clark
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