12/03/2025
A blaze took my home away in four minutes.
I’ve tried and failed several times to capture how I’ve felt since.
Shock. Disbelief. Immense sadness. Gratitude. Love. Support. Despair.
I know God’s work was at play because there are FAR too many coincidences that saved my family and I. I know that’s His work and I trust His plan.
I’m also incredibly. incredibly. indescribably. heartbroken.
It wasn’t just treasures and trinkets. My home was the culmination of years of hard work. My home was my canvas. My home was safety.
My home was clear skies, perfect rainbows, shooting stars, and smores under meteor showers. It was bunnies, ducks, ravens, and baby birds.
It was warmth.
It was the first time I ever truly felt home.
And though I left by the grace and mercy of God with the people who made it so, I’m still navigating the loss of wanting desperately to go home, and reconciling that I am no longer able to.
However.
The way my community, my best friends, my family, has mobilized to lessen this blow - has expanded my heart hundredfold. There are no fu***ng words to describe how absolutely awed I am by everyone’s compassion and kindness and it is truly what is carrying me through this time.
I can never adequately thank you enough but I remain grateful for every opportunity I can try to.
Mystic Haus may now be relegated to the clothes on my back and the magick in my hands but man… she was really something.
💜
✨What is to give light must endure burning - Victor Frankl
