What are the most important things needed to live a good life?
A good life, for me, is simple but, not small.
I need nature. Dirt on my chucks, wind that speaks louder than people do. I need to know I can disappear into a trail and be found only by the sky.
I require a dog. Maybe two. Some cats too. Who else will knock my crystals off the altar mid-spell and remind me that magic doesn’t always go as planned?
I need tea. Not for caffeine, but for ritual. Warm mug. Still hands. A moment to breathe.
I want witchy wonder. The kind of worldly knowing that lives in herbs, stars, bone memory. I want to keep learning the language of intuition and fire and the spaces between.
And, unfortunately, I must have money. Because capitalism doesn’t care if your soul is full—just if your rent is paid. A good life shouldn’t have to be expensive, but here we are.
I pine for peace. Not just the absence of noise, but the presence of calm. People who let me be fully me. A home that doesn’t ask me to dim anything.
I fight for equal rights. Not just for me, a trans man making his way in central Ohio, but for all of us. I fight for my lover and for my friends. Strangers I may never meet but still care about.
We share this wild human experience.
So what do I need?
Dirt. Animals. Tea. Magic. Stillness. Justice.
And just enough money to protect it all.
Say it. Don’t spray it.