the enemy of my enemy is not my friend

It’s Aries season and I’m feeling angry. And nothing fuels my writing quite like anger…

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Monday Sunshine

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:

 

preparing for medicine-making

Sunshine is definitely something I am channelling right now.

1997 / 2007 / 2017

A retrospective.

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.

for Amber