field notes from the garden

Everything is woven

Spirit, myth, and divination — written in colour.

Enter the garden

every season turns us, every turning reveals us

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The photograph that started everything. I don't remember exactly what I was thinking. I remember the colours pulling me, the

Card Two & Card Five — Veiled This month begins with the silent whispers of vitality evident in nature — a song that sings

She was never just a light in the sky. She was a calendar. A mirror. A teacher. The oldest timekeeper the human

The shimmering Braid - I Choose and I Trust The material for the making of self is contradiction. Perhaps that is what the

Card One & Card Seventeen: On Will, Conviction and the beauty of Contradiction February survived the descent. March leaped anyway. April arrives

She was never just a goddess. She was never just a story. She was the part of you that the official record

The Oldest form of truth. Before psychology had language for the shadow, mythology had Ereshkigal. Before philosophy had frameworks for the cost

You've met them before. In books, in the 3am moments something in you rose up and refused to be quiet.

Integration — Alchemy, Transformation, and the First Step to Everything The Dark Moon is where Ceridwen tends her cauldron. She brewed it for