divinatory shelves & But Did You Die?

tiny ritual & poetry review, on each full moon

hello.

The first post of Open Language included the simplest of rituals, one rooted in Italian folk practices and in my mother’s routines: open the windows. I reach for every simple sustaining thing I can, especially during these days of riotous empire. I reconnected recently with a beloved friend I hadn’t seen in some time, and she shared her experienc…