At some point, it occurred to me that if I’m going to drag you all through the chaos of Backcountry Mystic—our accidental spiritual B&B turned metaphysical sideshow—you might as well meet the cast of characters I call family. Consider this a proper introduction to the people behind the sarcastic blog posts, mysterious wind chimes, and caffeine-fueled existential breakthroughs. First up: my eldest. The grounded one. The skeptic. The spreadsheet-wielding voice of reason in our cosmic soap opera. Introducing Maris Blackthorn. If you ever want to feel like your entire life is one long cautionary tale, try raising a daughter who becomes a finance executive. Maris is the kind of woman…