Tending the You That Survived

You're holding a spellbook. A backwoods grimoire. A gospel of the unburied. Not everything you survived needed healing. Some of it needed naming. Some of it needed burying right. This is not where you find closure. This is where you leave the lie behind. Where your ache gets a name, your rage gets a ritual, and your silence finally gets seen. These aren't stories. They're offerings. To the moan they called mercy. To the ghosts you buried without blessing. To the habits that wore your face. To the goodbye you never gave. Let the Dirt Have It sits alongside works like Hoodoo Herb and Root Magic, Old Style Conjure, and Working Conjure - but it doesn't teach spells. It is one. A ritual for grief, a reckoning for shame, a laying-down place for the things you've carried too long. Inside, you'll find incantations, ancestral witness, and pages built like altars. This isn't healing lit. It's truth-tending. If something rises while you're reading - don't run. Let it rise. Let it speak. The dirt knows what it's doing. For readers of Black Girl, Call Home, Hoodoo for Beginners, and Salt Eaters who crave raw, poetic reckoning - Let the Dirt Have It is a ritual in book form. This is for the ones who carry things no one ever named.