Gathering...

Today was March grey and rain like a blanket, but the green is stirring. The scent of earth when the wind picks up. Yesterday was blue, as blue as truth and china, it was blues on the radio and stones as blue and clear as the heavens; promises, promises...
The birds are busy building and so am I; dreams and projects and ventures, setting sail once more, off the edge of that map... My days are filled with the scratch of ink on a page and needles through cloth, conjuring magics in my usual way, and tea, always tea, a subtle magic all by itself.

Today I love flannel shirts, porches and pizza, love is in the little things. I love the green of this land and rain on the windows. I love the English language; malleable and melodious. I love daffodils and popcorn and loathe kindless words. Today the woman I am wanders, she's tracing those paths, she's dancing barefoot under the stars, she wears the sky on her fingers and sometimes holds the probable future in her hands...

Barebones and Snowlight...

Today was barebones and blossoms, Snowlight and halflight, sunshine and blizzards; March in all her moods... It was blue ink pouring too long past midnight and boys talking books oceans away... I'm stitching maps and drawing down storms, making plans and lists, casting wishes and setting wills, and hoping it will all come true... I'm snow white in the forest with a hound for company, tracing paths and rewriting tales one adventure at a time...

Today I love every blue in the sky, I love snow and the crackle-pop of corn and the fire, I love the flicker-light of candles, films or hope and I will always loathe impatience. Today the woman I want to be gets up early and gets it all done, she's happy in a crowd and success doesn't seem so far away...

Of Blackbirds and Honeybees

Where did the year go? It slipped through my fingers like water from a stream but it's left gold in its wake... I'm excited again and finding magic daily, the months were hard and long and hateful, misplaced trust, real hatred and my tea leaves reading far too true but they are over and my days are golden once more... I'm building my business and making plans; keep a weather eye out for a website and the restocking of my Etsy store in the coming months! Find me on Instagram @InkandLight for more regular imagery too... I'm also launching Blackbird Teas soon; styling and tea-leaf reading for parties and events, it's fun and so wonderful to use my heritage to bring joy to others, do get in touch for bookings!
The Weather Watcher is still on to brew and I'm excited to see how her tale takes shape, I'm as busy as a bee and twice as happy... I hope to continue much more regularly to share my blessings, magics and work here now...

Today was as grey as a hound with an icy bite, and the sky was falling down. Today I love white sheets and fresh white pages, an inspiration of their own. I love laughter and love and flowers, all kind and bright and full of life, I love jazz, smooth across my hips and the razzy sway of that dress, I love dry dirt beneath my bare feet and the moon on my lips and as always I hate cowardice and words that should have been said... Today the woman I am has long dark hair, she sleeps sound and deep, she can tell those tales, and she has a magic that's all of her own...