It Keeps Growing

There is a particular kind of energy that lingers after the Solstice passes. The peak of light has come and gone, but something in the air still feels charged; like things that have been quietly building are only just beginning to show themselves.

I’ve been feeling that this week.

A year and a few weeks ago, this was a book. One book. A bucket list item I finally stopped postpoining. I thought, naively, that finishing it would be the whole accomplishment. That writing the thing was the point and everything after would simply be logistics.

I was wrong in the best possible way.

The unexpected tendrils

This week I relaunched a small Etsy shop I have quietly neglected for longer than I’d like to admit. Nothing about it was originally connected to The Triquetra Chronicles. It existed in its own corner of my life; a place for spiritually aware, slightly funny apparel for women who needed to laugh at their own intuitive exhaustion.

Then somehow, without my fully deciding it, the series found its way there too. A triquetra. An owl. A raven. Symbols from the books, suddenly living on soft cotton tees, suddenly part of a world I didn’t plan for them to enter.

That’s the thing about this series. It doesn’t stay where I put it.

It started as a book. Then it became two books, then a con table with swag bags, crystals, and a 3D printed owl. A hometown tour followed, across three Western New York venues. Conversations began with metaphysical shops, tea vendors, and travel companies who carry Scottish brands. Somewhere in the middle of all of it, a process stuck on step one of four, patient in its own timing, refusing to be rushed no matter how ready I am . Now, shirts. Actual shirts, with actual words that make actual strangers laugh when they read them.

None of this was the plan. All of it is the world the story made.

What growing actually looks like

I think we sometimes imagine growth as a straight line; more sales, more readers, more visibility, each one stacking neatly on the last. That has not been my experience.

Growth, in my experience, looks more like roots spreading sideways underground before anything visible breaks the surface. It looks like a quiet shop nobody mentioned for months suddenly becoming relevant again. It looks like conversations that started as a passing comment at a con table turning into actual collaborations. It looks like waiting on something that refuses to be rushed, even when you’re more than ready for it.

It is rarely tidy. It is almost never linear…and it keeps surprising me with where it decides to show up next.

Staying open to where it goes

I don’t fully know what this series will become. I didn’t know a year ago that there would be swag bags or triquetra shirts or a hometown tour or conversations with shops two states away. I didn’t know how far this world would stretch or what corners it would decide to expand into next.

What I do know is that the story keeps insisting on more; and my job, increasingly, is not to control where it goes but to stay open enough to follow it there.

The Solstice light is still long this week. Things are still surfacing. I have a feeling we are not done expanding yet.