So... Let me start with something about me. Blog written by a witch :-)

Hello my beautiful souls,

So… I just got this “brilliant” idea to start something I have absolutely no idea how to do. Yep — blogging. A blog written by a witch. Sounds mysterious, right? (laughing)

I know, I know — we’re in the last stage of Mercury retrograde and this is probably not the smartest idea to start new things. But who cares? Not me. My strange impulsivity won again. So here we are.

Please, be patient with me — I’m one big introvert, and English is not my first language (even though I somehow manage to speak a few). I’m Bo. If you’re curious about my age — let’s just say age is only a number, and I’ve lived enough life to have a few stories worth telling.

As you probably saw on my website, I’m… well, me. I am who I am. I love helping people — reading cards, reading energies, preparing spells, guiding them to listen to themselves again.

I started early. I’m the daughter of a witch — though my mama never really admitted it until she was almost 80. She was scared to own who she truly was, maybe carried some guilt for it. I don’t have that problem. I know exactly who I am. I just don’t love the word witch because people toss it around like it’s a costume, or sensational, not something sacred and natural. Same goes for “psychic” and “medium.” Labels don’t interest me much. I just am.

I’ve worked with my energy and cards since I was a child, but I got serious about it in my teens. I loved it — the flow, the cards, the whispers, my gypsy deck — until the day my mama found my Book of Shadows and burned it.

Yep. You read that right. My mama burned my books.

I can still see the flames, smell the paper, feel that sinking in my chest when my words and magic turned to ash. That was the day my learning stopped — or at least went underground. My energy stayed with me, but I buried it deep down. The intuition, the spirits who still came to visit sometimes, they never left. They just slept a little and waited.

Time moved on. I emigrated to the USA, got married, raised three beautiful monster kiddos, built a business… and then... That power I tried to bury started boiling back up — like lava from a volcano that’s done pretending it’s dormant.

I couldn’t keep it contained anymore. So I stopped hiding. I came out of the closet — not just as a witch, but as myself.

I started helping others who needed a little guidance. Most of them already had it — their own inner voice, their intuition. They just needed a tiny push to trust it again. Maybe you’ve felt that too — that quiet pull toward something ancient, something you can’t quite explain but you know is real.

If so… welcome. You’re not alone here.

Oh my, this first post is getting too long. Anyway — this blog won’t be perfect, or regular, or tidy. It’ll be chaotic, maybe controversial, sometimes a bit nonsensical — but it’ll be real. I’ll share what I know — cards, spells, energy, intuition, a little chaos, a little magic, maybe a little piece of my daily madness.

If even one person finds something here that helps them, makes them feel seen or less alone — then it’s all worth it.

Take care of yourselves, especially now as Mercury retrograde finally crawls to an end. Let’s meet again in the next round of chaos.

Abundance of Health, Happiness, Love, and Prosperity to you all.

Such a peaceful energy