Month: September 2015

Starting my store

Hi everyone,
I know it’s been awhile since I’ve written but I’ve been preoccupied with starting up my online business. Only those who are close to me know that I have been practicing Sanse since I was fifteen years old. I had always wanted to open a Botanica (spiritual store) and haven’t really considered it for a long time until my best friend of seven years was able to convince me to start an online shop. I make handmade jewelry inspired by saints, archangels, and orishas, etc. I also bless them by smudging (sage smoke), holy water,  and Florida water. I will do personalized jewelry, all you have to do is message me or email me. I will also provide picture and card reading with another psychic please  message me  for an  appointment.  I provide spiritual cleanings as well if needed . I have experience helping people spiritually and would like to continue. If anyone who reads this is interested feel free to visit me at or email me at
Even if you’re not a spiritual they make special gifts for loved ones and friends. Come take a look and see if you like anything.
(Online store website coming soon)



She looked at the cashier as she placed the compact on the rubber conveyor belt. She always felt awkward — holding up the line for one thing. The hooked-nose brunette with her soft brown eyes, spoke with a bright commercial smile.
“Find everything you were looking for? ” The girl with dark hair that reached her shoulders, nodded. She looked down at her purse and felt the cashier staring at her clothes–long sleeves in ninety-five degree weather.
She quickly wished  the cashier wouldn’t take to long, and felt relieved when she handed her the white paper receipt. Her eyes directed at the circle around “survey” as she walked out.
She could feel her spirit claw at the handle of her black car door. She sat in the drivers seat, in the large department store parking lot. She stared at the temperature gauge at the corner of her rear view mirror; angry at the number–ninety-eight. She opened the compact almost breaking the plastic lid back. She took her right index finger feeling the texture on her fingertip.  She lifted the left sleeve to her elbow and started covering up the first bruise of many…


How fortunate am I,
To have you sit upon my shoulder;
whispering your melody of consolation.
You sit in your beauty;
A reminder of compassion;
your colors of friendship and loyalty.
My Ladybug…
Proof that loneliness does not exist.
You lay in the garden of my heart,
And I’ll always let you sit on my Roses.