One of the new shelves-selves If someone told me that by 2019, I would be immersed in a world of Alchemy, reading ancient Greek texts and talking to plants, I'd say thanks for the laugh you laughy-laugh laugher-laugh. I would have pointed to my shelves of poetry and story to defend my utter inability to… Continue reading The New Shelf – Self – Shelf
Turns out wondering around your forest yard for a few years and taking wonky selfies does pay off in the end. Navigating this little wood has been a curious affair indeed. Each season brings a different flavor of chaos and surprise. Branches creek, the water runs, and the coyote comes and goes. I have been… Continue reading took a bit
My little mess I came to herbs by way of the Moon. I was seeking something true.I was looking for a way to serve. To build something new. I composed a little ritual and made an offering to suit. I was working with intention and consorting with the sky. I was seeking guidance from the… Continue reading Herb & Rose
I have been in a reflective learning state for quite a while now. It's a peaceful state in a safe space with talking trees and a sky of stars. Meditative meanderings wake me up with the dark mornings and the quiet lives here. I write and I work. I use my hands and I follow… Continue reading Sacrificial Understandings
I know many souls feel detached, hopeless, and alone. I suspect the world needs more pictures and fewer words now. I know that Art has answers just like folks have tales of their own. I know that love is purpose. It starts with asking how. I suspect that anything honest will invoke enemies of its… Continue reading What do I suspect? What do I know?
The first time she killed something, it hurt. A single ax isa tool of reckoning. She was to small to handle it but the fire was hungry and she was alone. Her tiny hands gripped the beast. She swung the weapon hard. Over and over again. Dizzy and defeated, Mora fell to the ground in… Continue reading Mora's Wood