46 [M4F] - #Utah Wasatch in the front, witchy woman in the back

Cancer Sun, Leo Moon, Aquarius Rising

You're somewhere between The Avenues and Happy Valley, probably saging your apartment or stirring intention into your morning coffee.

You maybe dabble with tarot, track moon phases, and know exactly when Mercury's fucking with everyone (but especially you). Your altar isn't Instagram-curated; it's a working space where you do actual work. Crystals? Maybe. But you also know the most powerful magic happens when you say what you want out loud and then do something about it.

You're the kind of witch who understands that temple priestesses weren't celibate, they know that pleasure and power were never meant to be separate. Your spirituality lives in your body, not above it.

You're curious, independent, graceful, a kitten who is also a lioness. Probably in your 30s or 40s, probably too smart for Utah County, definitely tired of explaining why you're interested in celebrating sabbats or why the full moon makes you feel things. You understand that some of the best spells are cast naked.

Someone who knows that mysticism in Utah means navigating the peculiar energy of this place: the inversion that traps us all in gray soup sometimes, the mountains that crack us open, the contradiction of being surrounded by one kind of devotion while practicing another.

Me: 46, silver-haired and 6'1", the kind of broad-shoulders that can make you feel safe and turned on simultaneously. I wake before the sun because dawn is when the veil's thinnest and I'm greedy for magick.

I hike the Wasatch like meditation, read a fair bit about what interests me, want to expand myself, my third eye, and balance my spiritual and Shadow work with my egoic selfish needs.

I work from home, gym on the regular, and am a taco truck connoisseur. I contain multitudes and contradictions and try to hold them all honestly.

I understand that intention is where everything starts and is also the road to hell. Either way it sounds like the perfect beginning to the story of us.

Tell me your intentions and let's see what we see when the smoke clears.

So mote it be.