Caerwyn ᚉᚐᚓᚏᚃᚔᚅ 🌙
@minathorpes.bsky.social
Gen X energy. Redheaded forest Celtic witch with a side of chaos. Unapologetic human rights warrior.
Demure AF. Libra. INFJ. she/her
#WitchSky
#StirTheCauldron
#GenX
#DoNotObeyInAdvance
#HexFascists
#Renegade
Demure AF. Libra. INFJ. she/her
#WitchSky
#StirTheCauldron
#GenX
#DoNotObeyInAdvance
#HexFascists
#Renegade
Menopause is a bonfire
lit in the ruins of patience.
Every headline tells me
to “lean in” while my hormones
lean out,
staging their final riot.
The world spins and I am expected to smile
through sweat and rage—
a phoenix in yoga pants,
burning,
just longing
for the mercy
of an afternoon nap.
lit in the ruins of patience.
Every headline tells me
to “lean in” while my hormones
lean out,
staging their final riot.
The world spins and I am expected to smile
through sweat and rage—
a phoenix in yoga pants,
burning,
just longing
for the mercy
of an afternoon nap.
September 1, 2025 at 4:31 AM
Menopause is a bonfire
lit in the ruins of patience.
Every headline tells me
to “lean in” while my hormones
lean out,
staging their final riot.
The world spins and I am expected to smile
through sweat and rage—
a phoenix in yoga pants,
burning,
just longing
for the mercy
of an afternoon nap.
lit in the ruins of patience.
Every headline tells me
to “lean in” while my hormones
lean out,
staging their final riot.
The world spins and I am expected to smile
through sweat and rage—
a phoenix in yoga pants,
burning,
just longing
for the mercy
of an afternoon nap.
The air hums with promise. On the eve of Beltane, sweep your space, light a candle, whisper to the budding green. The veil thins tonight—listen close. The old ways stir, and tomorrow, the fire leaps.
April 30, 2025 at 11:54 PM
The air hums with promise. On the eve of Beltane, sweep your space, light a candle, whisper to the budding green. The veil thins tonight—listen close. The old ways stir, and tomorrow, the fire leaps.
A traveler dropped laughter like seeds, unnoticed. In cracks and corners, joy rooted. Where their shadow passed, the dark grew soft, and unseen gardens of light began to bloom, reaching for skies no one remembered they had wished for.
April 29, 2025 at 5:22 AM
A traveler dropped laughter like seeds, unnoticed. In cracks and corners, joy rooted. Where their shadow passed, the dark grew soft, and unseen gardens of light began to bloom, reaching for skies no one remembered they had wished for.
In the hush of twilight, the Mossmaidens sing—forest spirits who braid peace into the wind. If you hear a soft hum through the trees, it’s their lullaby for weary hearts. Whisper thanks, and your path may soften.
April 25, 2025 at 3:43 AM
In the hush of twilight, the Mossmaidens sing—forest spirits who braid peace into the wind. If you hear a soft hum through the trees, it’s their lullaby for weary hearts. Whisper thanks, and your path may soften.
me: I’m gonna rise like a phoenix
also me: hits snooze 3 times, rises like a slightly disoriented pigeon with bedhead
and yet—
still rising.
still magic.
also me: hits snooze 3 times, rises like a slightly disoriented pigeon with bedhead
and yet—
still rising.
still magic.
April 24, 2025 at 2:36 AM
me: I’m gonna rise like a phoenix
also me: hits snooze 3 times, rises like a slightly disoriented pigeon with bedhead
and yet—
still rising.
still magic.
also me: hits snooze 3 times, rises like a slightly disoriented pigeon with bedhead
and yet—
still rising.
still magic.
Some days, the work is simply holding your own flame steady while the wind howls. You are still here. Still shining. That matters more than they’ll ever know.
#Resilience
#Resilience
April 23, 2025 at 2:24 AM
Some days, the work is simply holding your own flame steady while the wind howls. You are still here. Still shining. That matters more than they’ll ever know.
#Resilience
#Resilience
Today I saw a tree that had broken in last winter’s storm, now bursting with new green shoots.
It reminded me: even what feels broken still reaches for the sun.
Hope isn’t loud — it’s the quiet growing we barely notice, until one day, it’s everywhere.
#HopeInBloom #EverydayMagic
It reminded me: even what feels broken still reaches for the sun.
Hope isn’t loud — it’s the quiet growing we barely notice, until one day, it’s everywhere.
#HopeInBloom #EverydayMagic
April 21, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Today I saw a tree that had broken in last winter’s storm, now bursting with new green shoots.
It reminded me: even what feels broken still reaches for the sun.
Hope isn’t loud — it’s the quiet growing we barely notice, until one day, it’s everywhere.
#HopeInBloom #EverydayMagic
It reminded me: even what feels broken still reaches for the sun.
Hope isn’t loud — it’s the quiet growing we barely notice, until one day, it’s everywhere.
#HopeInBloom #EverydayMagic
The First Dawn rose when the Little Wren sang. She gifted hope to travelers, dreams to seekers, and a golden bell to every heart.
May your new beginning shine bright. May you hear the bell of joy. The world is ready for you.
May your new beginning shine bright. May you hear the bell of joy. The world is ready for you.
April 20, 2025 at 2:33 AM
The First Dawn rose when the Little Wren sang. She gifted hope to travelers, dreams to seekers, and a golden bell to every heart.
May your new beginning shine bright. May you hear the bell of joy. The world is ready for you.
May your new beginning shine bright. May you hear the bell of joy. The world is ready for you.
The strongest trees dance with the storm. Bend, breathe, become. You are not here to break — you are here to bloom, again and again.
#Resilience #MysticWisdom #RootedInLight
#Resilience #MysticWisdom #RootedInLight
April 18, 2025 at 4:43 PM
The strongest trees dance with the storm. Bend, breathe, become. You are not here to break — you are here to bloom, again and again.
#Resilience #MysticWisdom #RootedInLight
#Resilience #MysticWisdom #RootedInLight
In Celtic lore, blackthorn trees were feared—said to shelter spirits who cursed the unworthy. Travelers gave wide berth in winter, when the thorns bit hardest. Those who honored the tree’s power, though, found unexpected protection on their journeys.
April 18, 2025 at 1:59 AM
In Celtic lore, blackthorn trees were feared—said to shelter spirits who cursed the unworthy. Travelers gave wide berth in winter, when the thorns bit hardest. Those who honored the tree’s power, though, found unexpected protection on their journeys.
Woke up ready to be productive, but my gut said pause, the wind felt off, and the day had that strange buzz that says “not today.” So I grounded, brewed something warm, and moved “burnout” off my to-do list.
April 8, 2025 at 3:55 AM
Woke up ready to be productive, but my gut said pause, the wind felt off, and the day had that strange buzz that says “not today.” So I grounded, brewed something warm, and moved “burnout” off my to-do list.
Val Kilmer was our Jim Morrison—wild, poetic, and unforgettable. As Gen Xers, we saw our fire in his eyes. He didn’t just play the Lizard King, he was him. Even in silence, Kilmer’s presence roars. Thank you, Val, for showing us the beauty in chaos and the power of becoming legend. #OurLizardKing
April 2, 2025 at 5:17 AM
Val Kilmer was our Jim Morrison—wild, poetic, and unforgettable. As Gen Xers, we saw our fire in his eyes. He didn’t just play the Lizard King, he was him. Even in silence, Kilmer’s presence roars. Thank you, Val, for showing us the beauty in chaos and the power of becoming legend. #OurLizardKing
I know today is not the remembrance day but the history and message is important to remember and educate any day. #weremember
March 29, 2025 at 4:12 AM
I know today is not the remembrance day but the history and message is important to remember and educate any day. #weremember
I am the rising flame, the crowned child of stars.
I trust the fire that moves through me.
I no longer dim to comfort others—
I shine, I speak, I live.
I trust the fire that moves through me.
I no longer dim to comfort others—
I shine, I speak, I live.
March 28, 2025 at 1:57 AM
I am the rising flame, the crowned child of stars.
I trust the fire that moves through me.
I no longer dim to comfort others—
I shine, I speak, I live.
I trust the fire that moves through me.
I no longer dim to comfort others—
I shine, I speak, I live.
When shadows stretch and spirits tire,
And hope burns low, a fleeting fire,
Look to the sky, the stars remain,
A whispered vow through night’s domain.
The dawn will rise, as it has before,
Its golden hands upon your door.
No winter lasts, no storm holds fast—
The light you seek will find you, past.
And hope burns low, a fleeting fire,
Look to the sky, the stars remain,
A whispered vow through night’s domain.
The dawn will rise, as it has before,
Its golden hands upon your door.
No winter lasts, no storm holds fast—
The light you seek will find you, past.
March 19, 2025 at 12:16 AM
When shadows stretch and spirits tire,
And hope burns low, a fleeting fire,
Look to the sky, the stars remain,
A whispered vow through night’s domain.
The dawn will rise, as it has before,
Its golden hands upon your door.
No winter lasts, no storm holds fast—
The light you seek will find you, past.
And hope burns low, a fleeting fire,
Look to the sky, the stars remain,
A whispered vow through night’s domain.
The dawn will rise, as it has before,
Its golden hands upon your door.
No winter lasts, no storm holds fast—
The light you seek will find you, past.
I've spent the last 2 or 3 hours scanning in about 2/3 of all my crystals, gemstones, and rocks into rock identifier. Then cataloged them all by their top 5 spiritual uses and best placement thru the house. I am so excited. Been wanting to do this a long time and I'm almost done!
March 17, 2025 at 1:00 AM
I've spent the last 2 or 3 hours scanning in about 2/3 of all my crystals, gemstones, and rocks into rock identifier. Then cataloged them all by their top 5 spiritual uses and best placement thru the house. I am so excited. Been wanting to do this a long time and I'm almost done!
Under tonight’s Blood Moon Eclipse, I release what no longer serves me. 🔥 I’ve written my burdens, sealed them with a Bindrune, and folded them away—banishing fear, doubt, and all that holds me back. As the fire consumes, so too does my spirit rise, unchained. It is done. ✨🌑
#witchsky #bloodmoon
#witchsky #bloodmoon
March 14, 2025 at 2:39 AM
Under tonight’s Blood Moon Eclipse, I release what no longer serves me. 🔥 I’ve written my burdens, sealed them with a Bindrune, and folded them away—banishing fear, doubt, and all that holds me back. As the fire consumes, so too does my spirit rise, unchained. It is done. ✨🌑
#witchsky #bloodmoon
#witchsky #bloodmoon
Born of twilight, touched by fire,
A spirit woven of dream and desire.
The tides of the Moon pull soft at her soul,
Yet within her heart, the embers glow.
A spirit woven of dream and desire.
The tides of the Moon pull soft at her soul,
Yet within her heart, the embers glow.
March 7, 2025 at 2:25 AM
Born of twilight, touched by fire,
A spirit woven of dream and desire.
The tides of the Moon pull soft at her soul,
Yet within her heart, the embers glow.
A spirit woven of dream and desire.
The tides of the Moon pull soft at her soul,
Yet within her heart, the embers glow.
The way will reveal itself as you walk.
March 6, 2025 at 4:51 AM
The way will reveal itself as you walk.