[quote]In the depths of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer. Albert Camus[/quote]
The week is almost over. It’s grey, but maybe it’s finally turning, no?
It’s that glorious time of year again when you open your feed on Bloglovin and find everyone suddenly posting about Mercury Retrograde. Ten things to avoid during Mercury Rx! How to get through Mercury Rx! What to Expect when Mercury is Rx! And now that it’s entered the internet zeitgeist (check out all the Mercury
Christmas is a weird time for heathens. I love the snow, yule tree and twinkly lights, after all. I’ve weaseled out of the meatier Christmas stuff in the past by opting for Solstice celebrations in my house and letting the kids do Christmas with their dad and his family. Those celebrations are largely secular anyway
It’s mid October, which means that the Fingerlakes region of New York has been elevated from strikingly beautiful to car-accident-inducing, stomach-aching gorgeousness. When I drive through the countryside, it’s all I can do to resist the urge to pull over and snap photos of the trees in every color ((Sometimes I succumb to temptation)). It’s
I am on day four of adding burdock decoction to my daily routine. Arctium lappa, Burdock, if you don’t know, is that low, large leafey plant that, in the summer, makes wonderful umbrellas for gnomes. In the fall, second year plants will shoot up a stalk with burrs that stick to everything (it inspired Velcro!).
In his forward to Pam Montgomery’s Plant Spirit Healing, Stephen Buhner writes of people who attend herb gatherings: Those who gather there do so because once upon a time a plant saved their life. And once that happens, nothing is ever the same again. Something has entered inside them, something invisible, something that changes their
Made a good deal of medicine today. I stopped by my community garden plot to find that my neglect had caused it to become completely overgrown with “weeds”. So I harvested a good deal of those for salad (purselane, lambs quarters and some rogue blue kale that volunteered itself), along with comfrey for oil and
I was sitting on the arm of a sofa at a neighborhood dinner party. We were all new — to each other, though I had already spent a few hours with the hostess and she knew at least who I was and what I did. I don’t hide out. Usually. I’m pretty up front about