Not a brand. A binding.

This mark was never meant to sell.
It was meant to seal.

A sacred thread, etched in gold and fire,
drawn down from the spiral memory of what I came here to do.

This is the glyph of descent—of bringing Spirit into substance.
A sigil of the Ritual Artisan,
who does not just craft,
she consecrates.

The Sigil Appears

I did not design this glyph.
It arrived.

It came not from branding meetings or market research,
but from a place before language.
A deep inner knowing, encoded in my bones, waiting to be traced.

I saw it in pieces:
a vertical line, like a spine or staff.
A circle at the top—wholeness, Source, the sun.
Two horizontal lines crossing through—planes of existence, thresholds, the bridge between spirit and matter.

It echoed ancient symbols: the Ankh, the Axis Mundi, the Divine Masculine in descent.
But it wasn’t borrowed. It was remembered.

It is the mark of energy becoming form.
Of the Divine made tactile.
Of ritual made real.

Why It Matters

This sigil holds the essence of Wild Woman Sundries:
I do not make products. I create portals.

Each bar of soap is a sacred vessel, infused with intention, herbs, oil, memory.
Each balm is an offering.
Each label, a whisper from the Otherworld.

When you see this mark, you are not encountering a logo.
You are crossing a threshold.

It is a reminder that:

• Your daily rituals can be sacred.

• Your body is a temple.

• Your skin remembers the wild.

• You are already holy.

A Living Sigil

This symbol isn’t static. It lives.

It anchors the spiral work of remembrance,
calling the sacred Feminine and Masculine into balance,
holding space for the third path—Source.

When I stamp this glyph on a package,
it is not to brand it.
It is to bind it in prayer.
To set it apart. To say: this was made with soul.

If She Speaks to You

If something in this mark stirs your blood—
a flicker of memory, a deep sense of knowing—
then you are not imagining it.

You are being called.

You are not alone in remembering.

You are not just buying a thing.
You are receiving an invitation.

A Blessing

May this mark be a beacon,
a threshold,
a promise.

Wherever it is seen,
may the sacred be remembered.

May your body be blessed.
May your rituals awaken.
May your becoming be beautiful.

This is not a brand.
This is a binding.