Cottage in the Woods

Baby snail 🐌

After a week of stress and exhaustion and anxiety, a few hours in the garden tending to living things healed me a little. Trimming, harvesting, sowing, transplanting, and collecting seeds for next season, when maybe the world will be kinder ☘️

The spring witch, an old woman with a hat covered in roses, pulls the boat of a young girl towards the ruverbank and her garden. A scene from the Snow Queen, illustrated by Pavel Tatarnikov.

A witch is a forest trapped inside a person 🍃 🍂

Toad looked at the ground. The seeds still did not want to grow. “What shall I do?” cried Toad. “These must be the most frightened seeds in the whole world!” Then Toad felt very tired and he fell asleep.

The spring witch, an old woman with a hat covered in roses, pulls the boat of a young girl towards the ruverbank and her garden. A scene from the Snow Queen, illustrated by Pavel Tatarnikov.

A witch is a forest trapped inside a person 🍃 🍂

I also realized how confusing it can be to have non-religious capitalist parents

I learned a lot about myself from that job.

1) I don't care about money

2) People have all the answers they need. They just want validation

3) I prefer to teach skills than provide quich fixes or solutions

4) Sucess often comes from just ignoring everybody and doing it your own bloody way

In my late teens, my first job was as a fortune teller and tarot reader. I had a stall at a local craft market. My parents were concerned at first. But I actually became very busy and booked up. When I quit (to focus on school), my parents were annoyed—why did I want to give up all that money?!

Ok fine but what is the DOW doing?

Bigger things into it.

Have any pets?

You need to finish your WIP, but you suddenly hear a mouse scurrying in the walls.

Maybe that would work better.

Today the biggest challenge for writers is a cursed sugar jar. It's old, maybe antique. When you drop something in it, something alive, sugar appears. The finest, sweetest sugar you ever tasted. Ants, moths, flies, spiders. Anything works. But lately, it makes less sugar.

It needs something larger.

It's Pride Month in NZ! To celebrate this year, I am going to peel off my human skin, sit on top of neighbour's houses, and screech at the moon. 🌈

It's Pride Month in NZ! To celebrate this year, I am going to peel off my human skin, sit on top of neighbour's houses, and screech at the moon. 🌈

It survived! After a day of gale force winds and hailstorms, I came home to find it battered but in one piece 💚

View from my desk

I haven't been writing much poetry lately. I needed a break from words, and to fill my head with things that are green and good.

This makes me want to cry.

Looks amazing 👏 🤩

If I taught witchcraft, I'd mostly be putting apprentices to work in the vegetable patch, teaching weeding and composting. And everytime someone asked me to teach them a love spell, I'd smack them on the head.

Hell yeah

mustard oils*

This year I am going to make an oxymel of them for winter ills. The mistard oils in them are very antibacterial 💚

Gorgeous!!

Good for him.

we have nothing to fear but fear itself and the ever growing all consuming sentient moss

In this episode of Rupert, our intrepid little bear receives instruction in sorcery from Baphomet; he eats the magic berries and thus obtains a vision of PAN.

Reminder!

I used to have a friend who was a crazy reckless driver, until I got mad that they were disrespecting my own safety when I was a passenger. When I explained it wasn't fun or silly, that they made me feel "unsafe" they were kind of shaken by it.

If I taught witchcraft, I'd mostly be putting apprentices to work in the vegetable patch, teaching weeding and composting. And everytime someone asked me to teach them a love spell, I'd smack them on the head.