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.
I spent the Sunday of last week in the wild and wonderful grounds of Offshoots Permaculture Project. It’s a place I’ve wanted to visit for a while, and I was there to learn something I’ve wanted to learn for a while: how to make a flower essence.
Subtitled – sorry for the swears – emerging from a shitty situation.
It’s happening a lot this year: friends getting in touch to tell me they’re ok, but that they’re just beginning to realise they haven’t been ok for quite a while. And while I was thinking about how I could help, this spread just popped into my head, almost fully-formed.
At the end of a week which has brought the world tumbling down around me, I am pausing for a moment to reflect on what I have, and to feel thankful for it.
My partnership with a fellow human, who loves me with a kindness and wisdom that can still catch me by surprise. This week, when he heard some big news that I felt pretty shaky about sharing, he responded with a picture of a snail. I knew exactly what he meant.
The friends and family who trust my intuition, sometimes more than I trust it myself, and accept the creative chaos of my decisions as part of who I am.
My mother, whose tireless capacity for reinvention in the face of every challenge and change is a gift she handed down to me.
Tiny Dog, for bringing playfulness into our lives, and for consistently (doggedly!) reminding me to enjoy the simple pleasure of resting in a cosy home.
Our home, solid walls and a roof which hold us here, giving us stability, actually physically grounding us in this place, a blessing I have never really had before.
Endless inspiration from ‘out there’ – the corners of the internet where magic can be found.
Our lives are what we create, every waking moment, from the raw materials of existence and consciousness and time. And our culture is what we co-create with every action and interaction.
Our relationships with the land, with other-than-human beings, are part of our common heritage: we can claim this heritage, re-member these relationships, find empowerment through them and within them, only and always by honouring and loving what is shared.
We can heal ourselves, and each other.
We can guide ourselves, and each other.
We can empower ourselves, and each other.
In a world where ‘wellness’ is an industry and an indulgence, we deserve to – and we can – heal what ails us. There is no conflict with modern medicine or public healthcare: they save lives and cure things which were once incurable. But there is more to life than the saving of it.
I believe that tarot and astrology are mirrors for the soul, reflecting what might otherwise be hidden. I believe that divination is a way to find that still small voice within that knows.
This little corner of the internet is where I carve out a space to explore these beliefs, sharing in gratitude for all that others share.