I posted this the other day on instagram but I had more pictures of the trees on the MCAD campus near the Morrison building that I wanted to post on here ! This was just before it started getting really rainy and grey outside.
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I posted this the other day on instagram but I had more pictures of the trees on the MCAD campus near the Morrison building that I wanted to post on here ! This was just before it started getting really rainy and grey outside.
[Untitled, unsung] // Part 17
A Lesson for Young Witches
If you cannot find representations for a given element, remember…
You are supported by a rigid skeleton made of minerals. You are earth.
Your body is over 70% fluid. You are water.
Your lungs take in and expel breath. You are air.
Your blood is warm and your brain runs on electrical impulses. You are fire.
Your essence, however you describe it, resides within you. You are spirit.
You are composed of gifts from every element, and every element is given marvelous life in you.
Never feel that you are insufficiently magical for lack of icons or accoutrements or accessories.
You are ALWAYS magic. You are ALWAYS enough.
Bringing this back, because you never know who needs to see it. 😊
And with the closing of September comes Summer’s gentle mourning // Part 4
i think that every child should have unrestricted access to thick blackberry brambles or some other delicious fruit that grows encased in a painful fortress. i think wading through thorns to reach the cluster of shining ripe berries you spied through a gap between the tangled vines teaches you something important. not sure what though
i just know no fruit has ever tasted as sweet as the ones i ate while bleeding under the blistering summer sun
Hey, best tip to beginners: Don't listen to the people who tell you to never interact with spirits or gods because they're too dangerous. This will do irreparable damage to your practice right off the bat.
make your own holidays
Absolutely.
Make a holiday when the last frost melts away and the soil can be broken with hands that go white with cold; make a holiday when the first frost comes to coat the leaves and steal the last of the life from a post-harvest garden.
Make offerings when the lilacs bloom and their herald scent calls the dead that linger to your beckoning arms, set fires and dance around them when the tomatoes flower and the bumblebees come back. Steal corn from the fields when it is ripe and call it a solemnity; fast when the creek freezes over and you must leave a piece of yourself behind to recover next year. Feast when the mulberries are ripe and cut switches of raspberry vines to decorate your altar, sacrifice the first of the morels to the timber you pulled them from, placate the river spirits at the first flood of the year to stave off the wrath of another set of churning banks.
make a day of honor when the sun is at her hottest, bathe in the cut-cold of the streams when the melting snow makes them swell once again to full.
Why wait for the holidays that mean nothing to you and your craft? The violets are blooming, it's time to begin again.
I can’t agree more.
One of the best decisions we’ve made in the service of our Craft was using our instincts, spiritual communication, and connections to the nature we live within to forge personally significant seasonal Sabbaths. Having the pulse of the Land to guide us and our propitiations with its intimate rhythm has truly been a boon.
Because it’s that time of year, here’s a reminder that Samhain is pronounced Saow-in. Because it is an irish word, not an english one and irish is in fact a completely different language with it’s own way of pronouncing things like french or spanish or chinese or swahili or literally any other language in the world.
Complaining that irish words don’t follow english pronunciation rules just makes you come across as an idiot who’s never come across the idea of more than one language existing. Also like a pompous coloniser.
Also fun fact: samhain is the irish word for november.
Halloween is Oíche Shamhna. (Ee-ha How-na) aka the eve/night before the start of winter.
Oh quiet evenings, and oh the tender, long goodbye // Part 21
Oh, that I could scatter my heart as thinly as wild seeds upon the heath // Part 19
Oh, that I could scatter my heart as thinly as wild seeds upon the heath // Part 8
not taking them cause it'll be night time here in ireland when the classes are on, but if there's anyone in north america or a similar timezone who wants to learn irish (or nocturnal irish people), the university of toronto is offering free irish classes over zoom each wednesday from october 13th to december 1st 2021.
better sign up quick before the places are all gone if you're interested!
Spent the day picking wild flowers
Happy spooky blankie
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So excited to finally get my hands on a copy of this book! I’ve been waiting about five years for it to get published and preordered it at the start of this year. It arrived a day before my birthday so I’ll consider that my birthday present to myself :) I’ve only skimmed through it but already highly recommend it!
[and I will return with the rain] // Part 2
Some preview photos of my brand new moss collection that will be added to my shop tomorrow 🌿🍂