The Windigo doesn’t just eat bodies. It eats tomorrows. Once, buffalo thundered across the plains — sixty million strong, sustaining life in every form. In less than a decade, they were nearly gone, replaced by dependence and loss. The Wendigo spirit lives on in systems that sever relationships to land, ancestors, and future generations.
A Note of Care
This site was created with love and reflection — not as therapy, but as a soft place to land.
It’s not here to replace professional help. It’s here to remind you that you matter — and to offer a pause, a question, a bit of breath in the in-between.
If you’re ever in crisis or need someone to talk to, I’ve placed this page at the bottom of every page with care, so you can find help easily if you need it. ♥
You don’t have to carry it all alone.