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Three Creative Spring Cleanses
It’s spring and the whole world is cleansing. Tender greens are rising like a blush in the woods. The song birds have returned to flit their wings on the surface of cold ponds. And the forest bathes itself in blooms. Every spring there is a feeling in the air as if everything can be…
A Living Library
Libraries have always held a special kind of magic for me. Worn wooden tables and the caramel scent of ancient paper. The swirl of soft dust and quiet imagination in afternoon light. Each book stack like a multicolored canyon of mystery. A landscape formed by the desire to explore beyond the island of what…
Matrilineal Magic
There is a thread that runs through the long tapestry of time. A line that connects us back to our grandmothers and great grandmothers and the lineage of womyn who came before. On a loom, each downward string is called a warp. Like time, these warp strings are the backbone that holds the weaving in…
A Windowless Room in Brooklyn
I shared this story of my journey into herbalism in my most recent newsletter and was floored by the like-hearted responses from people across the globe. So many of us are feeling the call to follow an instinct of deeper healing, to get to know the plants by name, to reconnect with the multidimensionality…
The Mainstream
I’ve always been drawn to the water. As a child I would spend hours gliding underneath the surface of the YMCA pool imagining I was a dolphin. I remember believing that, given the chance, I could call to the whales and they would call back. In the water, I felt I could speak a…
Tatterdemalion: The Juniper Tree
Two winter’s ago a bit of mycelial magic reached out and touched me. Through the webs of the internet, and the crossing lines of one apothecary parcel and a hand-stamped bundle of written tales, I met one of my dearest friends and ever-source of inspiration in my life: Sylvia Linsteadt. We all hear stories…
Real Witches See Possibility
I stood before the old cabin with a stone in one hand and the wind in the other. In winter the trees on this land shiver to bareness and the old structures become visible once more. With so much openness the wind whistles clear through the quiet forests, and the old stories return. …
Dadirri Days
I have always felt happiest with long hours of quietude. Days spent in contemplation, doing small mindful things like winding yarn, watching shadows or gathering stones. Ever since I was a child I yearned for such inner imaginary time, silent moments of pause when I could reflect back on my day, my mood, my life,…
