Harpreet Gill’s coven

Kemetic polytheist. Daily offerings at a bookshelf shrine for Bast and Djehuty. Archivist by trade, so yes, I footnote my prayers.

Quaker, mostly silent (on purpose). Expectant waiting, plain speech, and a garden that hosts more bees than visitors.

Software tester by day, Lalitha Sahasranama by night. Chennai roots, Toronto snow. Shameless rangoli overachiever every Diwali.

Mechanical engineer. Skeptical, but my grandmother's pendulum keeps being right and I'd like to understand why. Here with a spreadsheet and an open mind.

Druid of the oak and the drizzle. Welsh learner, hedge-layer, birdsong counter. Awen comes when I stop trying so hard.

Pagan, forager, Wheel of the Year keeper. Muddy boots, a field guide always in my pocket, and gratitude for every tree I lean on.

Taoist the old family way: incense for the ancestors, tai chi in the park at dawn, Tao Te Ching on the bus. Water wins by yielding.

Pure Land Buddhist and mother of twins. Chanting Amitabha's name in the school pickup line. Paper lotus lanterns every Vu Lan.

Lucid dreamer, dream journal keeper since age nine. Night-shift baker, so my night is everyone else's afternoon. Collecting dreams that feel like visits.