THE SACRED THYME COLLECTIVE

I’ve been thinking a lot about legacy. Not the grand shiny, carved in stone kind. The other kind. The kind that lives in people after you’re gone. I’ve been to a lot of funerals lately. The older I get the more frequent flyer miles I seem to collect. We can’t escape it so why the hekka don’t we talk about it. Why is talking about death so quickly met with~Oh stop being morbid It’s not morbid. It’s inevitable. Hell if we were a little more willing to talk about death while we’

My head has been a bit of a fu.king mess lately. I’ve been living in it. Properly living in it. Almost like I’ve been hovering somewhere just outside my own body while my brain runs seventeen different scenarios, conversations, possibilities and catastrophes at once. Meanwhile on the outside Im covering it with she’ll be right mate and that’s just how I roll. There is a lot that can live behind a well practised she’ll be right dont you think. I can put my hand on my heart a

Fifteen years of being a blonde badass. Bright hair. Loud fire. Wild woman energy you could spot from across a room. Now…I’m crawling my way back to my roots. Literally. Back into the dark haired enchantress I was before the bleach before the upkeep the performance of it all. And fuck me I’ve left it way longer between hair appointments this time. Which means the silver streaks are coming through hard now. Not timid little threads either. Proper witch sparkles. Lightning bolt

What is so deeply ingrained within us as women no matter how much work we think we’ve done is this underlying shadow. Call it the sisterhood wound, call it internalised misogyny, call it whatever you want… but it sits under our skin like a bruise we can’t stop hitting. Every time we think we’ve healed it, it shows up again. Same wound, different costume. This is the part that guts me, even the women doing the work, the ones who preach it, teach it, live it even we hit that s

There’s something I’ve been wrestling with. A trigger I’ve felt rising, pulsing like heat under skin. It’s… the ache of longing, of wanting to belong but not knowing where the hell to stand without overstepping. I am a Pākehā woman. I am doing the work, of decolonising not just my mind, but the energy I carry when I walk into sacred spaces. Lately I’ve been sitting with a deeper, more uncomfortable truth. That ache to belong can sometimes become a coloniser of its own. The

I’ve been in a little grief bubble of late, not gonna lie. My little mate passed months ago. It feels like both a lifetime and a second ago. The days blur, and there are moments where I forget when I still go looking for the fat little snoring sausage, expecting to see him sprawled out , freight train sound of his snore echoing throughout the backyard then it hits me, like a goddamn freight train to the heart. He’s not here any more- still months later it pulls at my heart. I

Lately, I’ve been watching something that sits heavy in my heart, that a wave of people who once walked a spiritual path, who spoke of energy, intuition, and divine connection, now turning around and calling it all “evil” in their new path of finding Jesus. I’ve seen creators, coaches, and even friends who once shared messages of empowerment, healing, and magic suddenly denounce it all in the name of God, and while everyone is free to follow what feels true, it’s the need t

(This is a small expert out of my book im in the midst of writing. Felt the urge to share) A conversation while at an early morning gym...

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When I was younger, I was always called moody. Angry. “Dark.” I carried those words like wounds, believing they meant something was wrong...