The Rustic Elk

I finished Slewfoot and immediately bought a copy after returning my library book because I already know this story is going to live in my brain for a very long time.

The real horror in this book isn’t the creature in the woods.

It’s the way women are punished for existing outside the boundaries society creates for them.

The fear.
The control.
The projection.
The persecution disguised as morality.

Historically accurate feminine rage in the form of folklore horror and honestly? I loved every second of it.

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Welcome to June.

The month of overgrown gardens, humid late nights, strawberries staining your fingers, thunderstorms rolling in at dusk, and herbs drying in the kitchen window.

The month where everything blooms a little too fast.

Tonight I’ll probably still blow cinnamon through my front door like I do every first of the month.... not because I think magic fixes everything, but because I like the reminder to leave space for abundance, sweetness, and new beginnings wherever I can find them.

This month also brings:
✧ the summer solstice
✧ longer evenings
✧ fireflies in the tall grass
✧ Cancer season
✧ gardens beginning to spill over themselves
✧ the feeling that life is asking us to fully arrive again

Here’s to softer mornings.
Fuller lives.
Heavy bloom season.
And becoming a little more ourselves with the return of the light.