Conjure the Root

Rooted in ancestral conjure, creating handcrafted tools and sharing wisdom for the curious. Visit us at ConjureTheRoot.com

Conjure the Root is grounded in lineage, ancestral wisdom, and the tradition of hoodoo and conjure. I work with herbs, roots, and curios through feeling, prayer, and guidance from Spirit, listening deeply to what flows through my hands and heart. Most offerings are handcrafted at the altar, guided by ancestors and intention. When something calls for prayer, it is prayed over. When it calls for fir

e, it is cleansed. From spell kits and soaps to oils and conjure tools, each piece is created with care, energy, and purpose. This space is for the curious, the seekers, and those drawn to everyday magic, whether you are just beginning or walking an established path. All are welcome who come with openness, respect, and an awareness of the energy they carry. From the altar to your aura, may you find what Spirit is calling you toward.

06/15/2026

Nope!

This is what “Oh, no thank you!” looks like.
This is protection work.
This is setting boundaries.
This is giving all that energy back.
You go ahead and keep that, boo.

Don't accept invitations to drama.
Don't make somebody else's mess your responsibility.

Some things need healing.
Some things need forgiveness.

But your boundaries are sacred. Treat them accordingly.

06/14/2026

Just getting a few things ready…

I absolutely cannot do a working without first creating three separate piles, moving everything twice, forgetting where I put something important, and then finding it in the most obvious place.

It's part of the process.
At least that's what I tell myself. 😉

I do love this stage.

The gathering.
The sorting.
The preparation.

It’s like setting up for a tea party but using palo santo and sage instead of place cards and fine china. ❤

06/13/2026

Good morning, mountain!

I love walking up to the roof and saying good morning to the mountain.
Actually, I say, "Buen Día," since it's a Mexican mountain.
I just like checking in.

I like to imagine all the mountain has seen.
Before the houses.
Before the roads.
Watching the seasons change.
Watching the storms roll through.
Watching over generations.

And every morning, there it is.
Ready to have some coffee and to say good morning to me.
I love having something so wise and so strong watching over me.

Anyway.
Just saying good morning to the mountain.
Thought I'd bring you along.

06/12/2026

I've been quietly working on something behind the scenes.

For years, I've kept notes on herbs, traditions, workings, and all the little bits of wisdom that find me.
If I don’t write it down, it does not exist in my future (because I will absolutely forget).

I thought it would be fun to start putting some of it together into printable field guide pages.
This is the first volume of the Conjure the Root Herbal Field Guide.

Part reference book.
Part grimoire.
Part collection of folk wisdom.

They have turned out so pretty! Much nicer-looking than my actual notes, full of wine stains and gum, wrapped in a corner.

You can find my work at ConjureTheRoot.com
Or through Etsy.

06/11/2026

Most of my life is this…
A path.

You don't always know where it's going.
You can't see around every bend.
You don't know what's waiting for you at the end of it.
You just keep putting one foot in front of the other.

Trusting.
Learning.
And if you are lucky, you will find and leave joy along the way.

I've noticed that Spirit rarely hands me a map.
I get a path.
And that's enough for me.

06/06/2026

A few nights ago, my husband and I were in bed when we heard an enormous crash somewhere in the house.

We both shot awake.

Turned on the lights.
Checked the doors.
Looked around…. nothing.

The house was secure, we couldn't find anything broken, the animals were all fine. So we gave up and went back to bed.

A couple of days later, I opened a cabinet and found the culprit.
Apparently, this glass bowl had to shatter itself in the middle of the night.

And you guys!!! …it broke into a heart.

Now, I'm not saying it means anything.
But what I am saying is that if a piece of glass is gonna dramatically explode for no reason, this is a pretty cute way to do it.

¡Qué hermosa es la vida!

💗

06/04/2026

Bright Eyes.

This little guy sleeps in the bamboo.
Shows up for naps in my lap.
Disappears whenever too many people start paying attention.

He's so tiny.
But standing there in the bamboo, on the inside, he's a jaguar.
Guardian of this whole operation.

When people ask my momma how tall I am, she always says,
"4 ft. 11, but on the inside she's 11 ft. 4."

That's probably why Bright Eyes and I have a bond.
We recognize and respect the inner beast in each other.

A lot of people spend their lives waiting.
Waiting to feel ready.
Waiting to feel qualified.
Waiting for someone else to validate.
Meanwhile, I got little Bright Eyes bustin’ up into this patch of bamboo, deciding he’s a jungle cat.

If you practice conjure, you're a conjurer.
If you make art, you're an artist.
If you write, you're a writer.
You don't have to wait until you feel big enough to be what you already are.

Bright Eyes has never spent a single day wondering if he's qualified to be a jaguar.

06/01/2026

Stand still long enough to notice the way the evening light settles on the world.

It might just be a cow grazing in the last golden moments of the day while the rest of us are rushing somewhere.

Then again, some of Spirit's best lessons show up looking like something ordinary.

Learn to recognize abundance in its simplest forms.
And may you find an ordinary thing beautiful enough to stop for.

05/26/2026

Bananas are Caribbean kitchen magic to me.

Big leaves.
Delicious fruit.
Sweetness surviving hardship.

They’re connected to prosperity, resilience, abundance, community, and quite often given as offerings.

Plants can become part of people’s stories. They are definitely a part of mine.
They make me think of aunties cooking.
Street markets.
Warm kitchens.
People feeding each other with love.

05/23/2026

Florida Water instantly feels like home to me.
The smell of it hits some deep nostalgia trigger in my brain every single time.

Clean floors.
Open windows.
Morning light.
Somebody tryin’ to make sure the energy in the house begins with its best foot forward.

You wipe things down with it.
Spray it around the doorway.
Use it on the altar.
Freshen the air.
Clear the mood.
Reset yourself a little.

At the shop, we used to spray it around the entrance and the prosperity altar every morning before opening up for the day.

Now I spray it around the house whenever the mood strikes me.
Which apparently means I spend a good portion of my life running around like some weird little dancing fairy farting a fragrant mist into the air.
Whatever, man… my husband still loves me.

But honestly, it’s comforting to have these little rituals as part of your everyday life.

Little moments of care.
Little resets.
Little ways of saying:
“I want peace in this space.”

You can find Florida Water stocked on the shelves at & Needles.
Or directly in your hands through ConjureTheRoot.com

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Traverse City, MI
49686

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