eltic spirituality isn’t something you download from Etsy or glue together with moss and vibes. It’s a slow, stubborn remembering—of land, of ancestors, of self. Whether you're barefoot in the forest or chanting in full ceremonial regalia, what matters isn’t how it looks. It’s that it’s yours. Join me as I fumble (gracefully-ish) through reclaiming my roots—beyond Pinterest altars and into something older, weirder, and more real.