Posted by Hope Moreno, The Wild Alchemist
You found your way here. That alone is a kind of magic.
This grimoire isn’t bound in leather or hidden in shadows — it’s stitched together with poems, rituals, and the truth I’ve bled and bloomed through. Every post is a page torn from my own healing, a whisper from the forest, a flicker of flame in the dark.
Here, you’ll find:
- 🌿 Spells for release, empowerment, protection, and remembrance
- 🔥 Rituals to reclaim your voice, body, and sacred pace
- 🌕 Reflections on grief, rage, motherhood, neurodivergence, love, and what it means to rise again
- đź–¤ Poetry as incantation, prayer, and reclamation
This is a space for the sacredly tired. For the ones who are grieving and growing at the same time.
For those who love too loudly. Feel too deeply. Dream even when it hurts.
You’re not here by accident.
Something inside you is still reaching for the fire — or maybe for your roots.
You’re welcome to both.
Light a candle. Take a breath. Let’s begin.
Flame & Root Alchemy 