Every Day There is Something

Every day there is something in life to harvest. 
Every day there is something in life to plant. 
Every day there is something in life to receive. 
Every day there is something in life to give.

~ A lesson from the plant realm.



Peace. 🕊

The Drying Room

I adore the scent of this room when my botanical friends are making their journey to be with me throughout the year.

This is just one section of the first line hanging to dry.

The drying room is north facing, so it never gets direct sunlight, even when the shade is up, which is rare through the spring-to-summer-to-autumn months. 

Now I wait for the morning to dry up so that I may harvest and prepare more for the drying room. Soon it will be akin to a jungle, or so I conjure. :)

In the meantime, I count my blessings.

Peace. 🕊

Our Keepers


Wild flowers are powerful and vital Medicine. 

For us, sure, but more so for our keepers, the pollinators, and Nona Gaia herself. 

It's a damning shame that most of us mow them down before they're ever able to offer their full expression. 

Of what are we afraid?
Who's lead are we following?
Is scarcity our altar?

Askin' for a friend.



Peace. 🕊