Before I really fell in love, I thought I was doing life right—following my gut, making intuitive choices. But I was mistaking survival for soulfulness. It wasn’t until love cracked me open—and then left me shattered—that I realised how starved I’d been. This is the story of grief, of soul connection, and of finding the lost girl inside me, waiting by an old tree, still holding on to hope.

The witch, far from being a relic of the past, continues to shape our cultural and psychological landscapes.

The place was alive, filled with the rough laughter of locals and faces carved by the sea.

Throughout history and across cultures, animals have served as powerful conduits of meaning, rich with symbolism.

For the first few seconds, I stood stunned, my adult self caught off guard. And then it happened - like a thread snapping.