Welcome, friend — I’m Brittney, a mama, herbalist, and quiet devotee of the old ways.
This is a place to gather around the hearth — to sip something warm, to slow down, to listen to the turning of the seasons.
I share the recipes and remedies from my kitchen, the lessons learned in motherhood, and the rhythms that have guided womxn for generations. Here, we remember what we’ve always known.
Come closer, dear one.
The fire is warm — we gather here to share stories, recipes, and medicine for the turning seasons.
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My work is woven from color, herbs, and the tender lessons of bleeding and mothering. I believe in tending to our homes, our bodies, and our communities as living, breathing ecosystems.
Soon, this space will once again hold offerings of herbal consultations, crafted remedies, and gatherings for those who feel the pull of the old rhythms. For now, it is a journal, a kitchen, and a circle to belong to.