I spent a few very pleasant hours this sunny autumn afternoon grounding myself in nature. It's something I don't do as often as I'd like, or should. If only I would remember how good it is for me to get away from my work/the tech screens and out of my head. Being outside, whether rain … Continue reading Grounding
Wildcraft or Witchcraft? This explanation from Anna Wess at Appalachian Ink is the most eloquent and accurate I’ve ever read. Enjoy the beauty of her words.
Oh, good Lord, the chill has arrived. As much as Fall in the mountains inspires us with its palette of gold and firelit scarlet and melancholy reverie, that chill is not a welcome visitor. No, not at all, not for us summer folk. That chill stays too long and gets more comfortable the longer it settles, and before you know it, the crisp air turns into full blown winter brown and bluster enough to cut you in two. But until then, the harvest has come. And let’s all hope we’ve sown something worth reaping.
And in the meantime, Granny has those persimmon seeds all spread out on the table, all of them cut through and opened like tiny pearls of wisdom. Spoons, she says, and shakes her head. Sure enough, there are spoons inside the persimmon seeds, and good Lord, soon enough we’ll be looking at heavy snow instead…
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The climate in my northern realm usually puts us about a month behind the adage, April showers bring May flowers, but every so often we're blessed with a good year; this year is holding promise to be just that. The snow melted away nearly a month ago and the frost has worked it's way out … Continue reading Pieces of April
I have to admit, I’ve been feeling stressed the past few months. The late spring and sudden summer, with yard and garden chores backed up, the long list of home projects never getting shorter despite the number tackled, and taking on a few new writing gigs have compounded to set me on edge. I want … Continue reading Cooking Up a Dose of Relaxation