"She weaves individual strands into a tapestry, creating common ground and common cause." Ellen Lorenzi-Prince.
Category: art archive
You are the tiny person, the cupped hand, and every moon
Altar | Self-love, body-wisdom, dawn full moon
Altar | Imbolc, dawn, full blue moon
For what might emerge from January’s darkness. This moment is a pause
before the quickening of the year.
Altar | New year, January, full moon in Cancer
If you need it: I see you, witch. Altar, 1st January, new year, full moon in Cancer The spell jar holds mugwort, wizened and curled, picked on new year’s eve from the Talyllyn steam train tracks, the day seven of us silently retreated together in Tywyn. Milky quartz from the stream there. Yarrow from Teangue, …