Sinead Spearing

True life is love. And yet, not everything that appears as love is true. We do not war against flesh and blood. The struggle is not with people, but with what moves through them—what distorts, imitates, and feeds on what is real

You were moonlight and wildflowers, boots on wet earth, sage smoke and cider and whispered truths. We didn’t hide from each other. We didn’t know how.

These women were never witches. They were the last practitioners of an ancient healing tradition — and their erasure was deliberate.