🌸 The Blooming Soul Kit

🌸 1. Wishing Birch Room Mist
“Distilled from wishin’ birch that knows your secrets, traveler. Spritz it slow, in the hush of twilight, and let the scent coil around the memories you’ve buried deep. Later, it rises… like a ghost in the corner of your eye, nudgin’ the moments you thought gone. Spooky, yes—but there’s comfort in the whisper too.”

🪴 2. 3-Inch Terracotta Pot
“Used to be, folks carried pots like this on roads where shadows lingered long. They planted seeds as markers of where their hearts had grown… sometimes through fire, sometimes through storm. Now, wherever this pot rests, it hums. A home for green shoots, and maybe a little protection from the dark that waits outside.”

🧿 3. Muslin Bag of Soil
“This soil… it hails from places where the ordinary frays and strange things brush against your shoulder when you least expect it. Plant a seed here, and it might grow roots… stems… or fragments of a world you ain’t supposed to see. Handle it gentle, traveler. And listen… it whispers.”

🌱 4. French Marigold Seeds
“Not ordinary. These seeds bloom best under hands that are stubborn, careful, and brave. First bloom mirrors the soul of the planter—wild, calm… or tangled somewhere between light and shadow. Plant ‘em right, and maybe the darkness bends a little to let the light through.”

📖 5. Field Guide Booklet
“Part journal, part lorebook, part mirror. Within, gentle instructions, small tales… think of it like the Shop leanin’ close, hummin’ a bluesy tune, teachin’ you to tend the magic that lives in the cracks of your world… the cracks the shadows try to claim.”

📜 6. Thank-You Scroll
“A note from me, the Keeper, written on parchment that once wrapped old star maps. Read it when you feel the weight of the dark pressing in—small kindnesses? They got a way of settlin’ that weight, softening it just enough so you can keep walkin’.”

🍃 7. Moss (Preserved)
“Collected from groves where tiny spirits once rested. Though it sleeps now, place it near your blooms… it whispers patience, quiets the storm in your chest, and reminds you that even in shadow, life holds its soft rhythms.”

🕯️ 8. Wax Seal Token (Collectible)
“Pressed by hand, marked by season, accepted by this Shop for future enchantments. Collect ‘em all? Some say it reveals paths hidden from the faint of heart. But you, traveler… stubborn, brave… you might just see them. Step careful, and don’t be afraid of the dark—it bends to those who walk steady.”

🌿 Ingredients (Wishing Birch Spray):

FDA Approved SD Alcohol, Water, Glycerin, Methyl Glucose Ether, Plant-based Propylene Glycol, Clean White Birch, and Chamomile Fragrance Oil (phthalate-free).

Hand-blended in small batches.
Shake gently before misting. Avoid direct contact with eyes or pets.

Ain’t no parcel leave this shop without a blessing stitched in. Some ride the backs of postal owls, some rattle down highways in iron wagons—but all of ’em carry a pinch of dust and a whispered word to see they reach your hands safe.

Shirts? They don’t exist till you call ’em forth. Each one is conjured fresh—printed, stitched, and breathed into being after you place the order. Give it 5–7 days for the spell to settle before it dares the road. Handmade kits? They slip out the door in 3–5 business days, wrapped in paper, patience, and the faint perfume of smoke.

Spend $50 or more, and I’ll let the wind carry the cost—free shipping, my way of thanks for keepin’ slow magic alive in a world too quick to burn.

Now, I ain’t no merchant of mass returns. Most goods are made-to-order, stitched with too much soul to be tossed back on a whim. But if fate delivers you something bent, broken, or plain wrong—send word through the shop window (or the contact page). I’ll set it right, same as I’ve sorted bones, cards, and worse. Calm hands. Sharp eyes.

A few small notes for the road:

• Don’t be startled if your parcel smells faintly of sage or old earth. That’s just the warding smoke clingin’ on.

• Don’t be startled if your parcel smells faintly of sage or old earth. That’s just the warding smoke clingin’ on.

• On rare nights, packages hum low in their box till dawn. That ain’t danger—it’s the spell keepin’ itself warm.
  

So thank you, wanderer. For your patience. For your trust. For steppin’ into this strange little haven. May what you ordered be more than just a parcel—may it be proof you ain’t walkin’ the dark road alone.