It’s been a long while since I posted here – the main reason being that I had something I really wanted to write about archives, and have resurrected an older ‘everything’ blog for that purpose, here: https://dihangydd.wordpress.com/
That is where my posts will live for now. It’s part of an ongoing project to gradually gather all of my fragmented interests into one space, or at least to see if that is possible. I may post more divination-focused writing here (I have one in particular in the works, about a divinatory journey with the ogham to the Bridestones). But, for now, if you fancy keeping up with what I’m up to, that is the place to look.
I’m also sharing my reflections on the 28 day ‘me and white supremacy’ challenge on that blog. It makes for ugly, uncomfortable reading – but (and this is important) it’s not self-flagellation; it’s raw, authentic honesty, the kind that facilitates learning, and without which learning is superficial at best. Feel free to respond in the comments, but be warned that I will moderate the comments on that post quite heavily.
The snow is melting – at last – and the whole valley feels like it can breathe again. The jackdaws on our roof are flying off in pairs to find their nests. There are new leaves on the honeysuckle, buds on the rosebushes, and the hellebore flowers have emerged from underneath the snow, still in full bloom and more beautiful than ever.
after the snow
before the melt
I’ve been cleaning the kitchen ready to make balms – sun-filled balms made of beeswax and olive oil infused with marigold and chamomile – with this song playing in the background:
Sunshine is definitely something I am channelling right now.
At the end of an exhausting December, I’ve had a quiet day. I’ve taken tiny dog for a walk in the hills, gathering springwater for the houseplants and the altar; and now I’m cozied up at home, where I plan to watch White Christmas with a gin in memory of my old grandpa, while cutting out the pictures I’d like to keep from last year’s calendar, and possibly playing with some crochet patterns.
But before I hit the gin, it’s time for some reflection.
I’m using my favourite friendly-but-straight-talking tarot deck, the Everyday Witch. 2017 & everything I’m still striving to learn has made me painfully aware how white this deck is; I acknowledge its failings, while still turning to it for readings like these, because it speaks to me so clearly (the artist, Elisabeth Alba, seems to have been as influenced by Tamora Pierce as I was, growing up).
Centre – where I am: Knight of Wands, 8 of Pentacles, Page of Wands
Dusk – what is leaving: 9 of Wands, 3 of Swords
Dawn – what is arriving: Strength, The Hermit
Focus – where my energy should go: The Emperor, Page of Swords
In the interests of this blog being a place where I can write about anything…
It’s the most wonderful* time of the Welsh musical year, when Rhys Mwyn compiles the annual Siart Amgen – essentially, a Welsh FestiveFifty.
*The nominations are already causing a controversy on Welsh twitter…
Tempting as it is to take a chunk of time out of my studies to wax lyrical about what we even mean by ‘alternative’ – especially in the context of a minority language – I’m going to leave you with my top 10:
CW: if you’re suffering from poor mental health, sometimes reading the experiences of others can send you into a tailspin. Please take care when reading this. It’s mostly reflective, but still pretty raw.