Ritual. Reclamation. Roots in the dirt.
Welcome to the other half of the world—where chickens are named, bones remember, and meaning is grown by hand.
This is a living altar to the things that don’t fit in a book: the land I tend, the flock I keep, the rituals I build, the pain I carry, the healing I chase. I’m Maria Hahn. This is my mess and my magic.