Mara Hollis’s followers

Sufi, Istanbul-born, Chicago-based. The whirling was never the point; the stillness at the center is. The tea is always on.

Sophomore, botany major, baby witch with an LED candle (dorm rules!). Learning the plants properly this time, Latin names and all.

Retired mail carrier, church deacon, and rootworker. Yes, all three. Psalm 23 and a dime in my shoe. Learned it all at my uncle's kitchen table.

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

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

Astrologer, data analyst, recovering cynic. Mid-Saturn-return and documenting every lesson. I'll read your chart if you stop blaming Mercury for everything.

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

Cornish sea witch. Tide tables pinned by the door, salt in every pocket, and a bad habit of talking to gulls. Storm-watching is my meditation.

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