Happy Weekend to everyone who celebrates. I have some random tidbits!
First, let me apologize for the double posting on the blog last week: I’m still working out how to manage all my content, and between that and a moment of technical ineptitude, I might have annoyed some of you. I’ll try to be more careful in the future!
And speaking of my content, did you all know that I blog for SageWoman? They have a spot over on the Witches and Pagan’s website.
Finally, a little reminder about the Poll/Giveaway: Polldaddy doesn’t allow me to see who votes. So if you vote, and you want to be entered in the giveaway for a free card, you must leave a comment! You still have some time to do so.
I do believe that is all. Enjoy the rest of your weekend!
This morning a couple of scrub jays spent a good hour or two in the holly tree that hangs over the fence, screeching with unrestrained enthusiasm. Usually this neighborhood belongs to the crows, but this morning they were nowhere to be found, perhaps laying low until the annoying visitors moved to another block. The chickadees, on the other hand, continued their usual sedate chorus, unperturbed by the noisy interlopers. Perhaps the jays were messengers of today’s new moon in Leo energy: sing your song, loud and proud, no matter how you sound.
Later as I put down cardboard to keep the pathways clear of weeds–they’ve been making it difficult to get through the garden–all the plants in my tiny garden seemed to be clamoring for attention. From these delicious nasturtiums with foliage that looks like it was spattered with a painters brush,
to this courageous and vivid borage,
to magical vervain, they all posed for their own magical plant portraits.
And why not? Even the weeds are beautiful today, especially the bittersweet nightshade, trailing through a shady, unkempt corner of the garden.
This bee, sprinkled with pollen, posed patiently on a squash leaf to have his picture taken. He looks quite pleased with himself.
The borage and nasturtium flowers will add a nice boost of blessing energy for new endeavors as the moon begins to wax once more. I love growing my own magic.
Today is my favorite kind of day–cloudy and windy with scattered showers and cool (but not too cold) temperatures. Yes, I was born to be an Oregonian. Though summer is far from over, today’s weather has me thinking of fall, and fall means Halloween–my favorite!
Y’all know I’ve been working on a little greeting card making project. There are a million details to hammer out, from where to have cards printed, to where to sell them, to how to package them and store them and keep track of inventory.
And of course I have to decide which images to use. I’ve been playing with filters and borders and text to design a card with one of my favorite cauldron images. But I’ve made so many variations now, I feel like I have no perspective anymore!
And that’s where you come in. So far I have three images that I quite like. I have a favorite, but I wonder which variation of the image would appeal to people who aren’t me. So here they are.
You’ve seen image one before. I could also change the text on this one, or make the border more consistent on all sides and remove the text all together.
I like the colors in Image Two quite a lot, and I’m always a fan of that blurry edge look.
Image three has a background with a parchment look. I like parchment. At present, these cards will be printed on white recycled paper, so the parchment look will only be on the front of the card.
SO then, my friends: which image do you like best? You have one week to vote!
To sweeten the deal, if you vote I will enter your name in a giveaway to win a free card! You can choose from either the cauldron design or the “Kiss Me” frog design. Just leave a comment letting me know you voted, and you’re in!
Yesterday I took my stepkids for a little picnic at Sain Creek (part of the Scoggins Valley Park). Our favorite picnic area is shady, and since it doesn’t really have any fancy amenities, it tends to be less crowded than most other parts of the park.
The creek is ice cold and clear, perfect for wading or sitting on a big rock and soaking your feet.
The play of light and shadows over the water was enchanting.
As were the tree roots hanging over the bank of the creek.
The afternoon was a nice change of pace; cool, moving water, shadows, green growing things, and a very smart crow who stole some of our potato chips. I didn’t get a picture of the thief: he or she was too fast.
It’s been ages since I gave you an update on Greenwoman Studio happenings.
That, my friends, is because the weather has been hot, and I’ve been busy, and a lot of what I’ve been working on isn’t really ready to see the light of day yet.
But! I’ve made some progress. Lately I’ve been playing with my photographs and researching new ways to use them. I’d never consider myself a fine art photographer, but I love my pictures and I love sharing them. With that in mind, I’ve been experimenting with Photoshop CS2. (Yes, I know there are newer versions. CS2 is free!)
And I’ve had a few greeting cards printed on recycled paper to see how they look. A frog prince,
And something witchy.
I’m liking the results so far. Greeting cards seem like a suitable use for my homey, cottage-witch themed images. What do you all think?
Two days before the last full moon, the mugwort was nearly as tall as me, and in that perfect budding stage where it could be harvested without blowing pollen up my nose and making me sneeze. The rosemary was lush and vibrant, and the garden sage was crowding the borage. It was time for my first big harvest of herbs from my little city garden: enough to make an infused oil for consecration.
I went out with a basket and shears, and gathered a basket full of green. I spread the herbs out on my workspace and breathed in the heady sharpness of rosemary and sage, the bug-repellant-esque but oddly pleasant smell of mugwort.
As I stripped leaves and blossoms from twigs to fill my jar, my fingers grew sticky with resin. I entered an almost trance-like state, my vision full of green, my bare feet tingling on the hardwood floor. I often find myself in this state when I process fresh herbs, simultaneously deeply rooted and connected to another reality.
I poured olive oil from California over the fresh herbs in the jar. After poking air out of the oil with a mugwort twig, I capped it and placed it on my working altar with labradorite, calcite, and a votive candle.
I had far more sage and mugwort than I needed for my oil, so I tied them in bundles to dry and hung them in the storage room.
On the night of the full moon, I put my oil out in the garden to charge in the moonlight. I’ll let it steep until the next full moon, and then decant it and charge it once more for all kinds of blessings and anointings. I think it’s going to smell amazing, and I can’t wait to use it.
I'm fascinated by the body and what makes it healthy or unhealthy. I'm a student of the green world, a novice herbalist and an energy work practitioner. I'm far from being a medical expert. I love sharing what I learn with anyone who is interested in reading, but please take responsibility for your own health and well being, and don't use any information I share in this space as a substitute for good old fashioned common sense, or for the help of a qualified healer when needed.