(Title taken from the March chapter of my favorite herb book Herbal Rituals by Judith Berger)

As I await the delivery of the “dress form” mannequin that I recently ordered from this crazy website (meaning as I await the photographing and uploading of pretty new items into the shop) here are some lovely and inspiring images for you to take a gander at.

These are shots from the first few days of living in our new home (we are loving it here!):

And here are some of my favorite Tumblr shots of the week:

(You can click on any of the above images to make them bigger and be able to see what WordPress has cut out along the borders).

All winter long I felt Death looking at me through the cabin windows. Watching me. Waiting for me. I am almost annoyed that she didn’t just get it over with. Came so close, even took my consciousness for a minute. But now I am more here, alive, on earth, than ever. I sense my roots deepening. I know where I am and I am staying here. And she didn’t take my daughter either. My biggest fear, much too close to being realized. But we remain together. Here. And so now I feel more breathing space, less worry. We were left here. Because here is where we belong. And it will be a long time and there are many things to do before she comes back to claim us.

(Thank you, so much, for the comments everyone. We are very, very well).

Or how I can to be a believer in the Saturn Return.

This winter has been the most challenging time in my life. The postpartum year or so was pretty gnarly, but fairly stable compared to what’s gone on over the past three months. My partner Graham and I came thisclose to splitting up (thereby splitting our family up), we lived in a waaay too small house under the thumb of an irrational, mean-hearted landlord, we struggled every day to come up with enough money to make ends meet, and we got into some hurtful and emotional personal drama with some of our best friends.

I felt like I was drowning, kicking my way to the surface, hoping for that break in the fabric of the water where it would give way to air. We searched constantly for a new home, new jobs, we talked and talked our way through our problems and the problems with our friends. But still there was no give. Nothing was shifting, despite my and our efforts.

During my last period I did some (apparently, very strong) “magic” in my own little way with the intention of deeply grounding and strongly centering myself in order to push through the stagnation.  Continue Reading... (2188 words + 8 images, estimated 8:45 mins reading time)

Okay, here I am wearing yet another birthday gift dress, this one from Milla, who also gave me my beautiful new Gunne! I love the crochet detailing at the neck and sleeves here and decided to offset it with the lace hem of a slip underneath.

And Miss Mycelia, who insisted we wear our blue dresses together, is wearing the most adorable vintage dress that I got for half off at the Salvation Army recently. Not only is it the sweetest print with the most precious details, but it is an I Magnin! Sasha first introduced me to this brand, which was in fact a retailer in San Francisco that catered to the hippie and bohemian tastes of the 60s and 70s. I’ve had many an I Magnin piece come through the shop, but had never seen a child’s garment before. It fits her perfectly and I can’t wait to dress her in it constantly this spring and summer.

Now I don’t know if it is a nation wide thing or just regional to the seven Salvation Army’s in our area, but those stores are having the craziest sales lately. They majorly upped their prices last year but make up for it by having some sort of sale every day. The day I got Mycie’s dress above I also got this one for myself. It was a “Red, White, and Blue” sale day, meaning if what you buy contains any of those colors, it’s half off!  Continue Reading... (302 words + 6 images, estimated 1:12 mins reading time)