The Diary
Deep in the belly of Taurus season, you find me luteal, so far beyond my limit, and somehow overfed but undernourished; your girl is downright bedraggled. I write this under a slivered Taurean moon, heavy in my earthly body, and helplessly winded by the last 10 weeks of this earth-bound life. I'm deep in a grief well, trudging through what ifs and could haves of the past, present, and future alike.
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Each month, The Hearth is tended with a bespoke ritual item. Click below to explore our catalog of ritual treasures, read about their enchantments, and learn how to work with them.