<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[WBWStudio]]></title><description><![CDATA[A feral little garden of handmade art, tarot, nature, writing, and witchy things created by b - the wiccan next door. ]]></description><link>https://www.bthewiccannextdoor.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Oct 2026 21:22:36 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.bthewiccannextdoor.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[I Became the Safe Place I Was Looking For]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was a time when I thought safety was a person... I thought it was finally hearing, “I’m proud of you.” I thought it was someone choosing me. I thought it was a family that understood me. I thought it was finally becoming enough. For years, I kept knocking on doors that were never really home. Some opened just long enough for me to believe they would stay that way. Some never opened at all. Some taught me that love can exist without understanding. Some taught me that understanding can...]]></description><link>https://www.bthewiccannextdoor.com/post/exploring-regenerative-living-in-your-home-garden</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a84623ce009b3510d385b01</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2026 13:46:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5314eb_5c6c16b3e22046f094f8b3e153fc5d2d~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brittnywinter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Day I Started Counting Leaves Instead of Days]]></title><description><![CDATA[How a woman who nearly died found healing in recovery meetings, classrooms, and gardens.  The first thing I ever grew wasn’t hope. It was mold. Not the poetic kind either. Actual fuzzy white mold spreading across a tray of forgotten seedlings I had somehow managed to drown despite reading three different articles about how not to drown seedlings. If someone had walked into my life then, they wouldn’t have seen a gardener. They would have seen a woman barely surviving herself. A traumatic...]]></description><link>https://www.bthewiccannextdoor.com/post/embracing-recovery-through-botanical-gardening-practices</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a84623ce009b3510d385b04</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2026 13:46:36 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5314eb_6a822126b4db436b99a938d445a20c9f~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brittnywinter</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I Understand This With My Hands: What Grading Gets Wrong About Learning]]></title><description><![CDATA[I Belong in Nature Even When I'm Graded "If I really understood this, I'd be able to explain it better - at least that's what the system tells me." This isn’t about one class or one instructor. It’s about what happens when experiential learners, especially adult students, neurodivergent students, and land based learners, are asked to compress embodied understanding into rigid assessment frameworks.  Universities that claim to value sustainability, accessibility, and whole systems thinking...]]></description><link>https://www.bthewiccannextdoor.com/post/the-magic-of-sobriety-a-garden-tarot-journey</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a84623b6f644c8dfb4869c6</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Aug 2026 13:46:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5314eb_ebccff975b894ddfad9b9d12bfa9e8a4~mv2.jpeg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>brittnywinter</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>