The Memory Within Us

Some stories feel like they’ve always been with you. Not loud, not urgent, just a quiet presence at the edge of your thoughts. A hallway you’ve never walked down, but still somehow remember.

This week, everything we’re working on seems to shimmer with that same feeling:

Of memory.

Of return.

Of the things we bury and the things that bloom anyway.

🕸 Tongue of the Serpent | The Sister

This Thursday, a woman arrives at the door of the Krewe of the Morningstar with a strange request and a name Lucien hasn’t heard in over a century.

What follows is a story made of shadows and soft hauntings. A sister who isn’t quite herself.

A memory that refuses to stay buried. A man who has spent far too long trying not to look backward.

This one is tender. And a little dangerous.

It asks: What happens when the past finally knocks?

But don’t worry. Evelyn is still watching. And the Krewe still remembers.

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🌸 Loveday Meditations | Lada and the Temple of a Thousand Blossoms

There’s another kind of memory, though.

Not the kind that haunts, but the kind that holds you.

This week on Loveday Meditations, we meet Lada, the Slavic goddess of love and gentle order. Not a thunderous goddess. Not a demanding one. Just… quiet. Deep. Kind in the way that old forests and small birds are kind.

In this guided meditation, you’ll walk through a temple that was grown, not built. Petals fall like snow. The air smells of apricots and first light. Lada won’t ask you to do anything but remember that you are, and always were, a garden.

You’ve just been tired.

You’ve just forgotten how to bloom.

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🪞 A Question for the Week

What have you forgotten that still remembers you?

What might still be waiting behind the door you haven’t opened in years?

Not everything that lingers is a curse.

Sometimes it’s a seed.

Sometimes it’s a sister.

Sometimes it’s a part of yourself you thought was long gone.

We hope these offerings speak to something in you.

Something old.

Something soft.

Something ready to return.