About

Do anything, but let it produce joy.

- Henry Miller

Hi! I'm Stephanie, and I'm a witch, mommy, yogi, writer, student, and career woman. Welcome to my little home on the internet! That's me and my son Tycho, and I guarantee you'll be seeing a lot of us here at let it produce joy.



I have been blogging for years, bopping around various sites and using up whatever they had to offer before moving on to the next one. I found myself with little direction and, despite wanting to write about specific topics, feeling too "pigeonholed" to really stick to one or two things.



After struggling with where I wanted to go, I discovered that what I really wanted to do what to write not about something in particular, but about all the things I love. Blogging has shown my interests are not limited, nor should they be. From motherhood to witchery to home life to career and back again, blogging about my life has blessed me with the ability to find happiness.



So let it produce joy was born.



This blog is for those things that bring me happiness in life, whether it's big things like spirituality and motherhood or the littlest of things where joy is yet to be found. For me, happiness isn't found in a single event, but in living to the fullest and experiencing things through lenses that simultaneously allow me to see with clarity and idealism. Because even the most difficult of times can be joyous!



Thanks for following me and for living this life with me, for all its good and more challenging times. :)

I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive. A year ago, six months ago, I thought I was an artist. I no longer think about it. I am. Everything that was literature has fallen from me. There are no more books to be written, thank God. 

 This then? This is not a book. This is libel, slander, defamation of character. This is not a book, in the ordinary sense of the word. No, this is a prolonged insult, a gob of spit in the face of Art, a kick in the pants to God, Man, Destiny, Time, Love, Beauty ... what you will. 

I am going to sing for you, a little off key perhaps, but I will sing. I will sing while you croak, I will dance over your dirty corpse.... To sing you must first open your mouth. You must have a pair of lungs, and a little knowledge of music. It is not necessary to have an accordion, or a guitar. The essential thing is to want to sing. This then is a song. I am singing.