The Bloodroot
I’m Devina Rae Heart—a 38‑year‑old soul rooted in spontaneity, sensitivity, and fearless authenticity. Born and raised in a small Cincinnati suburb, I now call the high desert of Tucson, AZ, home. Over the years, I’ve learned that life’s greatest gifts are found in the details we often overlook.
I embrace each day fully—whether I’m wandering under desert skies, capturing nature’s poetry through my lens, curled up with a beloved book, dancing wherever the moment calls me, or sharing quiet unearthed truths with my partner. Some say I’m a party girl; others see a homebody. Both are true—because life isn’t binary, it’s about fluidity and living with intention.
I spent six years driving a big rig, one mile at a time, discovering in each turn that there’s not a barrier I can’t conquer. I’ve learned my greatest wounds came from those closest to me—and yet, it’s amid those relationships that I’ve found the deepest lessons in trust, resilience, and growth.
There’s a soundtrack to every heartbeat of my life—music is how I laugh, remember, heal, celebrate, and dream. I’m fiercely devoted to animal rights, unapologetically emotional, bluntly honest, and wholeheartedly myself. Some might call me a "poser," but I call myself real—raw, unfiltered, unashamed.
I’m fueled by questions—always seeking what lies beyond the obvious, exploring spirituality, science, theory, and the alchemy of the human soul. I live by mistakes made, lessons learned, and love earned. Criticism doesn’t scare me—it refines me. Kindness is my weapon, my warmth melting away cold resistance.
Some call what’s “righteous” a path to prejudice. I challenge that. I choose presence over compliance, complexity over comfort. I am spiritual and sexual, grounded and inquiring, instinctive and intentional.
What does the future hold? The pages are blank, and I’m here to write them boldly. My guiding principle: to be happy, to be whole, to be unapologetically me.
We do not create to impress.
We create to remember—what was buried, burned, or broken.
To stitch beauty from the bones.
To craft offerings from our shadows.
Veil Craft is for the ones who feel too much and were told it was too loud.
For the soul-worn, the sharp-tongued, the soft-hearted, the unafraid.
For the sacred misfits. The moon-lit witches. The grief-forged artists.
Here, we don’t chase perfection.
We exalt the imperfect—the cracked relic, the uneven seam, the relic made holy by the hands that trembled while making it.
Every piece is a spell.
Every story is an altar.
Every creation is a key—meant to unlock something ancient in you.
This is a space where offerings bloom in ash.
Where the veil is thin.
Where art becomes invocation.
Welcome to Veil Craft.
Not a store.
A sanctuary.
A summoning.