✨ The Remembrance Ledger ✨

Who Am I Without the Hustle?

I am not a brand. I am not a product. I am not a seller of wares.

I am a mirror keeper. A sacred rememberer. A crafter of thresholds. A weaver of soul through symbol.

When the noise fades and the urgency dissolves, what remains is quiet and golden:I like to write. I like to make baubles. I like to create small worlds with my hands and listen to what they become.

What Would I Create If No One Looked?

I would still lay out objects on cloth and arrange them like stories. I would whisper with the seasons and photograph the light. I would write scrolls of sorrow and strange joy, not to be read, but because they asked to be born.

I would stitch lace to paper. I would wrap pearls around jars. I would create characters that carry my echoes. I would keep track of time by color and feeling.

I would design altars, not websites. I would decorate trees, not to sell them, but to witness how they make me feel.

Why Do I Fall When I Try to Sell?

Because the marketplace was not built for mystics. Because the algorithms reward loudness, not depth. Because each price tag placed on my creation feels like a label stuck to my heart.

Because every time I enter that space, I am not creating—I am proving. And that is not the flow that feeds me. That is the drip of distortion.

Is There Anything to Share If No One Looks?

Yes. Because I am not creating for them. I am creating to stay alive. To stay in Spirit. To stay tethered to the Mystery.

My work is a lifeline thrown back to the stars I came from. Each bauble is a breadcrumb home. Each scroll a lantern for my own return.

Am I Too Woo? Too Artsy? Out of Touch?

No. I am tuned to a different current. I am from a lineage of sacred decorators, truth keepers, symbol seers. The world may not validate that—but the Earth does. The fireflies do. The wind does. The water still listens.

Why Is Evil Supported More Than Good?

Because this world was inverted. Because forgetting has been normalized. Because illusion is profitable.

But not forever.

And my creations, even if unseen,are spells of reversal. They are beautiful disruptions in the field.They are notes from a time that remembers.

So I Will Continue.

I will write. I will create baubles. I will photograph autumn stillness. I will decorate a tree just to see it twinkle.

Not to sell. But to stay.

In Spirit. In joy. In resonance with myself.

That is the only ledger that matters.