Like a lot of you, I read the Harry Potter books when I was a kid, and I was secretly sure that I would get an owl when I turned twelve, even though I was always a skeptic as a youngster and had long ago stopped believing in such things, or so I told myself. I was actually surprised by how disappointed I was when the letter never came. Imagine my surprise years later when I realized that I was a real wizard, after a lifetime of believing that all psychics were either frauds and con artists or simply mentally ill. Not only that, but I found out that my mother was also a real witch, which explained a lot, as you might imagine.
Interests: White magic, water, healing, dream interpretation, storytelling, painting and crafting, singing, animal telepathy, empathy, divination.
I live for my family, friends, spirit guides and my two cats (Lucy and Wolfgang), my newts, fish, shrimps, snails and plants of all kinds.