Heather Honold
@heatherhonold.bsky.social
Writer, death doula, grief guide. I write about the sacred, strange & deeply human. Come read with me at boneandbloom.co
🖤 Grief
✊ Boundaries
🌿 Nervous system & survival
💀 Death & legacy
🌀 Healing
🔥 Snark & sacred fire
🔮 Spirituality & everyday magic
🖤 Grief
✊ Boundaries
🌿 Nervous system & survival
💀 Death & legacy
🌀 Healing
🔥 Snark & sacred fire
🔮 Spirituality & everyday magic
Steam is underrated folk magic. Micropractice: simmer a small pot of water w/citrus peel or rosemary (or plain water). Let the steam rise for a few minutes and say, “This home gets to feel safe.” Then turn it off. Scent is a fast nervous-system cue. Keep it simple. No one is grading you. #witchsky
January 25, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Steam is underrated folk magic. Micropractice: simmer a small pot of water w/citrus peel or rosemary (or plain water). Let the steam rise for a few minutes and say, “This home gets to feel safe.” Then turn it off. Scent is a fast nervous-system cue. Keep it simple. No one is grading you. #witchsky
You meet yourself again and again inside grief, discovering pieces you didn’t know survived the loss.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 24, 2026 at 7:01 PM
You meet yourself again and again inside grief, discovering pieces you didn’t know survived the loss.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Laughter invites more light into the day. Joy multiplies quietly when given space to echo.
January 24, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Laughter invites more light into the day. Joy multiplies quietly when given space to echo.
Folk magic often treated sleep as tender time. Micropractice: put your phone face down, hand on chest, and say, “Night is for rest.” Take three slow breaths. If you want an ally, place a key or a glass of water on the nightstand as a quiet guard. You’re building a boundary between you and the world.
January 24, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Folk magic often treated sleep as tender time. Micropractice: put your phone face down, hand on chest, and say, “Night is for rest.” Take three slow breaths. If you want an ally, place a key or a glass of water on the nightstand as a quiet guard. You’re building a boundary between you and the world.
There’s a wild honesty to grief, a feral truth that strips away anything that wasn’t real in your life.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 23, 2026 at 7:01 PM
There’s a wild honesty to grief, a feral truth that strips away anything that wasn’t real in your life.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
You belong in every room you decide to enter. Claim your space with your whole body.
January 23, 2026 at 1:02 PM
You belong in every room you decide to enter. Claim your space with your whole body.
Folklore has a simple lost-item charm: ask the house for help. Micropractice: when you lose something, stop, feet on the ground, and say, “Show me.” Then look slowly, not frantically. This widens attention and settles the body. Calm is a spell you can practice. #witchsky
January 23, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Folklore has a simple lost-item charm: ask the house for help. Micropractice: when you lose something, stop, feet on the ground, and say, “Show me.” Then look slowly, not frantically. This widens attention and settles the body. Calm is a spell you can practice. #witchsky
Every wave of grief arrives with its own message, asking you to listen gently to a story still unfolding.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 22, 2026 at 7:01 PM
Every wave of grief arrives with its own message, asking you to listen gently to a story still unfolding.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Ordinary days deserve their own rituals. Let small pauses and simple observations become the glue of memory.
January 22, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Ordinary days deserve their own rituals. Let small pauses and simple observations become the glue of memory.
Protective house marks show up in folklore: symbols carved or drawn on beams, doors, hearths to guard a home. Micropractice: draw a tiny protection symbol on a sticky note and tuck it inside a cabinet or drawer. Let it cue one slow breath. You’re building safety by choice. #witchsky
January 22, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Protective house marks show up in folklore: symbols carved or drawn on beams, doors, hearths to guard a home. Micropractice: draw a tiny protection symbol on a sticky note and tuck it inside a cabinet or drawer. Let it cue one slow breath. You’re building safety by choice. #witchsky
You learn quickly that grief doesn't break you; it reveals the places you learned to hold yourself together.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 21, 2026 at 7:01 PM
You learn quickly that grief doesn't break you; it reveals the places you learned to hold yourself together.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Softness is not weakness. Vulnerability creates more space for breath, feeling, and even laughter. The heart grows wide in the presence of gentleness.
January 21, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Softness is not weakness. Vulnerability creates more space for breath, feeling, and even laughter. The heart grows wide in the presence of gentleness.
Folk magic was local: what people used depended on what grew nearby and what the land offered. Micropractice: learn one plant where you live. Notice it, learn its name, greet it like a neighbor next time you see it. No harvesting required. Relationship is the root spell. #witchsky
January 21, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Folk magic was local: what people used depended on what grew nearby and what the land offered. Micropractice: learn one plant where you live. Notice it, learn its name, greet it like a neighbor next time you see it. No harvesting required. Relationship is the root spell. #witchsky
Some nights, grief climbs into bed beside you, reminding you that love lingers long after the body disappears.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 20, 2026 at 7:01 PM
Some nights, grief climbs into bed beside you, reminding you that love lingers long after the body disappears.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
I didn’t miss a post because I failed. I missed it because my body said no.
This piece is about the shame that shows up when we don’t perform our healing, our creativity, or our consistency “right.”
Sometimes the pause is the work.
This piece is about the shame that shows up when we don’t perform our healing, our creativity, or our consistency “right.”
Sometimes the pause is the work.
When the Words Don't Come
What if missing a post isn’t failure, but information? A reflection on shame, schedules, healing spirals, and the quiet work of listening to your body.
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January 20, 2026 at 4:04 PM
I didn’t miss a post because I failed. I missed it because my body said no.
This piece is about the shame that shows up when we don’t perform our healing, our creativity, or our consistency “right.”
Sometimes the pause is the work.
This piece is about the shame that shows up when we don’t perform our healing, our creativity, or our consistency “right.”
Sometimes the pause is the work.
Trust grows in quiet ways—through patience, repetition, and listening to your own hunches. You don’t have to rush to clarity. Trust can unfold over time.
January 20, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Trust grows in quiet ways—through patience, repetition, and listening to your own hunches. You don’t have to rush to clarity. Trust can unfold over time.
Folk magic often mixed care with meaning: tea plus blessing, remedy plus hope. Micropractice: make a warm drink, stir it once slowly, and name what you want more of this week (patience, steadiness, relief). Then sip like you’re allowed to be cared for. Small kindness is magic. #witchsky
January 20, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Folk magic often mixed care with meaning: tea plus blessing, remedy plus hope. Micropractice: make a warm drink, stir it once slowly, and name what you want more of this week (patience, steadiness, relief). Then sip like you’re allowed to be cared for. Small kindness is magic. #witchsky
January 19, 2026 at 7:01 PM
Every win deserves a celebration. Even the tiniest victories add up to a life worth remembering. Mark the good. Let your spirit feel seen.
January 19, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Every win deserves a celebration. Even the tiniest victories add up to a life worth remembering. Mark the good. Let your spirit feel seen.
Sympathetic magic is a folk idea: connected things influence each other. Micropractice: write your full name on paper, place it under a mug or candle, and say, “May I be well. May I be protected.” Leave it for 10 minutes, then tuck it away. Self-belonging is old magic. #witchsky
January 19, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Sympathetic magic is a folk idea: connected things influence each other. Micropractice: write your full name on paper, place it under a mug or candle, and say, “May I be well. May I be protected.” Leave it for 10 minutes, then tuck it away. Self-belonging is old magic. #witchsky
Grief changes your inner landscape, turning ordinary days into terrain shaped by memory, longing, and unexpected beauty.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 18, 2026 at 7:01 PM
Grief changes your inner landscape, turning ordinary days into terrain shaped by memory, longing, and unexpected beauty.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Kindness changes your shape from the inside out. Soft words to yourself are scaffolding for the harder days to come. Begin with gentleness, even when it feels unfamiliar.
January 18, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Kindness changes your shape from the inside out. Soft words to yourself are scaffolding for the harder days to come. Begin with gentleness, even when it feels unfamiliar.
Water is a classic folk reset because it already knows how to move things. Micropractice: wash your hands slowly and say, “I let today move through me.” Dry them w/intention. Wipe your face with a damp cloth before bed. Simple, soothing, real. Your body understands rinse-and-release. #witchsky
January 18, 2026 at 1:01 AM
Water is a classic folk reset because it already knows how to move things. Micropractice: wash your hands slowly and say, “I let today move through me.” Dry them w/intention. Wipe your face with a damp cloth before bed. Simple, soothing, real. Your body understands rinse-and-release. #witchsky
Your heart remembers details your mind forgot, pulling you into moments that still glow with their old familiar warmth.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
January 17, 2026 at 7:01 PM
Your heart remembers details your mind forgot, pulling you into moments that still glow with their old familiar warmth.
#griefnotes
#griefnotes
Desire draws you forward. It’s not a sign of emptiness, but of life refusing to be small. Want what you want, even if it makes no sense yet.
January 17, 2026 at 1:01 PM
Desire draws you forward. It’s not a sign of emptiness, but of life refusing to be small. Want what you want, even if it makes no sense yet.