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My loves, as the late summer light takes on a deeper, golden hue, as the city smells of warm asphalt and dense summer days, and the late afternoon air grows heavy with fulfillment, we step across an invisible threshold on the Wheel of the Year: It is time to welcome Lughnasadh—the first harvest festival of the year. Yes, you read that right: the first of three, because we do love to celebrate! ;) Normally, I prefer listening to the exact rhythm of the sun and moon for my seas

What is she doing?" you might ask. Summer has just begun, and here I am, talking about ancestors—isn't that more of a topic for the darker half of the year? On social media, that certainly seems to be the consensus. And yes, traditionally, as we move into the waning year and our focus naturally turns inward, the atmosphere feels ripe for ancestral connection. But to relegate this practice solely to the autumn months feels like a missed opportunity. To honor those who came bef

For as long as I can remember, a balanced interplay of modern medicine and natural healing has been deeply rooted in my understanding of health. At the same time, plants have always held a completely natural place in my magical practice. I love working with these green beings. In a living, animistic practice—some might call it "shamanic" in modern parlance, though I approach that term with caution due to its colonial history—we view plants as beings with their own consciousne

In our modern, productivity-obsessed world, we are often told to "be authentic" —to strip away the masks and find the "true" self underneath. It’s a view I absolutely agree with, yet sometimes struggle with at the same time. As a neurodivergent person, I automatically do a lot of masking in certain situations. Why? Because sometimes it is required to fit in—at work, among a group of peers, or in social settings where the "unwritten rules" feel rigid. In those moments, masking

Today, we reach a moment of perfect balance. Day and night are exactly equal. In the rush of city life, we often overlook that this astronomical turning point—the equinox—is the true starting signal of life becoming visible again. As the world around us begins to bloom in brighter colors, we find ourselves searching for the magic of this moment. For balance. Beyond Myths: Why I Choose the Equinox In earth-based, neo-pagan, and witchy circles, the spring equinox is often refer

I know, I know—I’m late. Carneval, or Fasnacht , as we call it in the Swiss‑German part of the country, has already been underway for a while. Still, since this is a celebration with deep pagan roots, of course I had to write about it. Nowadays, Carneval has changed quite a lot. The festivities have become more modern, and here in Switzerland, how it’s celebrated can even differ from one town to another. Chesslette and Lätschete: A Week‑Long Ritual of Noise, Ghost‑Chasing, an

There’s something deliciously primal about a thunderstorm in the city. And today’s thunderstorm reminded me of something we often forget in the steady hum of city life: nature doesn’t go away just because we paved over it. It waits—quietly—until it crashes back into our awareness with a roar, a flash, and the kind of downpour that makes even the most caffeinated commuter pause. Skyscrapers flicker in the dark like iron obelisks, streetlamps blink in and out as if unsure wheth