we are a work in progress
and all of this will shift.
what brings you here, to this place, in this now-moment? what influences, impulses, intuitive whispers led you to who, what, why, where, and how you are?
it’s always been a subtle fascination of mine — how do place, the elements, what we consume & assimilate, who we spend time with, &c, inform and create us? and what are we, really? what are we becoming? and where are you in the becoming?
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what is intuition?
this is a question that will be asked many times and in many ways in this space. the questions i ask above are alive in forming my understanding of what intuition is.
words are spells
words are spells (a notion empowered by don miguel ruiz in the four agreements). the spells i weave are for healing. healing is transformation and so is the word and so is the spell. all are for the shaping. how do you want to be shaped?
wurdiz/wurthiz — to turn, wind, bend
(wikipedia: from pre-Germanic *wr̥tís,[1] from proto-indo-european *wert- (“to turn, wind”), from proto-indo-european *wer- (“to turn, bend”).)
word — a combination of morphemes (morph, form or shape)
(american heritage dictionary: a sound or a combination of sounds, or its representation in writing or printing, that symbolizes and communicates a meaning and may consist of a single morpheme or of a combination of morphemes.)
wyrd — fate, destiny; from werþan, to become
(from proto-west germanic *werþan, from proto-germanic *werþaną (“to become”), from proto-indo-european *wért-e-ti (“to be turning”).)
weird — strange, twisted, uncanny; from werþan, to become
(etymonline: “force that sets events in motion or determines their course; what is destined to befall one;” from Old English wyrd “fate, chance, fortune; destiny; the Fates.”)
spell — write letters to form a word; magical incantation; a state of enchantment; an indefinite period of time; to take the place of in order to relieve
who am i?
a work in progress, a current of change & flow. someone who desires to defy definition, though i have many guiding lights.
i make uncanny connections: i am a weaver and the web is my domain. i am a source-ress listening to the whispers on the wind, through marcescent oak leaves and whipping pine boughs.
my mind is often in the imaginal, yet my feet remain planted to earth. i like to believe impossible things, yet examine what is present and tangible. i lean into felt experience as a guide.
“do i contradict myself? very well then i contradict myself, (i am large, i contain multitudes.)” ~ walt whitman, song of myself
i’m one who gets tangled in the briar—i’m a maven at pulling out thorns, and i’ve learned a lot from the scrapes.
follow me for a spell
and i’ll lead you to the brambles where the magic of the edge is alive.
i’m working on many things. here are the contents of my orbit, much of which i’ll share about:
musing on the edge/liminal/in-between
conversing with creators about intuition & impulse
raising a kind human (gen-alpha teenager)
wandering between country softscapes & city hardscapes
bringing awareness to inner landscapes
deepening connection with the Other-wise
reflecting on planty-earthy-witchy wisdom
tis a feral brew. a bit cultured, a bit coarse. like a wild ferment made from fruit scraps & honey. i’ll pour you a cup. have a taste...
