As March begins to unfold, I find myself standing by the cottage door with a small basket in hand – filled with quiet companions for the season ahead.
This time of year carries a personal tenderness for me. It marks a quiet anniversary of becoming – a remembering of the season last year when I began gently loosening old beliefs and tending to roots shaped by guilt, shame, and expectations that no longer felt like my own. Since then, I have been learning what it means to live with a little more softness, a little more honesty, and a deeper sense of home within myself.
The Grove has grown from that space. It is a refuge – for me, and for anyone who finds their way here – a place to rest, reflect, and rediscover what feels true. And so, the Basket by the Cottage Door exists as an extension of that care – offerings for those who wish to walk alongside this season with intention.

Inside you’ll find small companions for March: journaling pages to hold your thoughts, gentle stickers for your own rhythms, the first oracle card of a slowly unfolding deck, and an Ostara ritual journaling set to honor the turning of the light.
These are not meant to be tasks or expectations – only invitations. Take what feels nourishing, leave what does not, and return whenever you wish.
If you feel called to linger, to share in conversation, or to gather as friends of the Grove, know that there is space for you here.
Come as you are – the door is open.
With warmth and tea,
Mae Everly Grove 🫖