Mythic Roots

www.forestfablez.etsy.com ~ Infusions of myth, magic, and medicine Senses open to the wonder of this world, I immerse myself in the enchantment of the universe.

Inspiration births magical elixirs of earthly delights. Enjoy your jaunt through the Forest.

05/17/2026

There is so much wonder in this world. We have been desensitized in so many ways. Our moments filled with things to accomplish.
Have you seen the delicate beauty of the flower outside your door? The way the blossoms follow the sunlight? How the pollen clings to the honeybee to be dispersed throughout the local gardens? The colors reflected in it’s wings?

05/14/2026

Much of my spring has been spent wandering the forests. I’ve been getting to know the native plants and flowers on a deeper level; learning their stories and secrets. Paper journals are being filled and the time to share draws near.

The gardens here at the cottage are in bloom with roses and peonies taking the stage at the moment. Comfrey’s little purple bells are feeding the honeybees and the first forget me not just opened her tiny blue petals.

What’s to come? We shall see. Adult life for me was packed full of hustling and bustling and filled with many traumatizing struggles and losses. Ive been navigating the path of healing, integrating, and carrying on for a couple of years now and this what Id like to bring to others. Refocusing my product line to support healing from trauma. Of all kinds.

Stay tuned.

05/09/2026

THE SIREN OF THE FRENCH BROAD
$40

Made with 100% sheep wool

Refined this piece a bit and now it’s back on the marker. The first in my local legends of the land series.

Among the waters of one of the oldest rivers in the world, The French Broad, near Asheville, North Carolina, lives the immortal river siren. We do not know how long this has been her abode but the Cherokee warned of her ling ago.

It is said that If one who is weary or in despair sits beside the waters or utters a wish to leave this world, they will begin to hear a soft and exquisite music blending with the lapping of the waves.
The siren would slowly appear and seduce them into her arms with her song, before drowning them in the cold waters below.

In the 1840’s an epic poem was written about her by William Gilmore Simms called The Syren of the Tselica; A Tradition of the French Broad. You can hear a piece of it in my short video posted on my page and youtube channel.

05/06/2026

Id been looking for her in the wilds all spring. Dwarf crested iris. One of the native irises of our lands, all of which have become rare.
A ephemeral, blooming for only a week or two, then gone, until next year’s spring.
Named after the greek goddess of the rainbow, this little iris had eluded me, fading from the lower forestlands as time crept on as it always seems to do.

And so we took to the highlands to search for colors of a different nature, rubies and sapphires and the wondrous stones buried within our mountain home. As we wandered and scoured, i looked over and caught his secret smile. And it was then that he took my hand and led me to the last little iris of spring.

Life in this dimension is strange. Time is even stranger; a trap of sorts, the bars of the cage. But i couldnt imagine stepping out of this natural cycle where the wheel turns more gracefully, with the sun, moon, stars and flowers marking its progression as opposed to their clocks and calendars.

Have you noticed? The desertion of humans from the web of life.

04/27/2026

Valley of Midnight
$40

5.5 in x 7.5 in

Ive been having my morning coffee with the birds as usual and a book of mary oliver poems from the library. (Thanks to my friend and housmate for the inspiration)

This piece was inspired by her poem, An Old Story and those sleepless nights of my own, by our little mountain lake, falling in love with the delicate flowers of spring.

…
Sleep comes its little while. Then I wake
in the valley of midnight or three a.m.
to the first fragrances of spring

which is coming, all by itself, no matter what.
My heart says, what you thought you have you do not have.
My body says, will this pounding ever stop?

My heart says: there, there, be a good student.
My body says: let me up and out, I want to fo**le
those soft white flowers, open in the night.

04/08/2026

Violets are blooming💜
When you are a plant lover, time is measured by blooming seasons. The first Violet bloom is an important moment in the year for me. It marks my only son’s birthday! It also calls back the memories of loved ones who have passed during that time frame.

Flowers and leaves contain pain-reliving and anti-inflammatory compounds and can be used for headaches, skin irritations, respiratory illnesses, for breast health and as a gentle sleep aid.

Energetically, this plant can soothe the pain of grief and heartache. The leaves are shaped like hearts; sometimes plants give you clues on how to work with them…

I make my Breast Caress and Heart’s Ease with wild violets as the main ingredient. She’s a wonderful ally for those recovering from trauma.

04/04/2026

Our library has a giving garden behind it. Volunteers grow food for the local community kitchen which provides free meals for those who need it. Every town should be full of these and medicinal plants as well. This is how we stay free, healthy, and empowered.

01/02/2026

Here’s to living as well as we can this year. Let’s pull those dreams off the shelf, dust off the excuses move towards the life we want.

Keep each other free, inspired, and safe.

12/05/2025

This is for the ladies. But also if you love one and want to understand her mysteries better. We talk a great deal about pms how to to mitigate it. But what if we remembered another way? Searched way back in the strands of our dna?

This is a time when we are open and sensitive to the energies of others. We are vulnerable yet powerful. We need tender care from ourselves and others. We need not to be around crowds or to be taking care of life’s trivial issues which end up in frustration and irritability. We feel these things because we are in a different space during this time and overwhelm can happen quickly in the outside world.

This is a time to care for yourself. Wrap yourself in warm blankets, sit by a fire, let the darkness envelop you. Try to have as little stimulation as possible.
All around this world, throughout time cultures in tune had moon lodges or menstrual lodges where women would go during this time.

Darkess, fire, quiet. This is where we discover our strength. We come back to our heart, (our hearth) the source of strength inside each of us. The powerhouse of our blood. The center of our extrasensory perception. This is where we find our power and inspiration to keep going. This is very opposite of the complaints I hear from so many women, with many actually having suicidal thoughts this time of month when they force themselves into a lifestyle that does not make space for this special time we visit every single month.

When you feel yourself getting agitated or weepy, retreat. Tend to your inner fire. Gather yourself at your heart(h) and learn how to truly nourish yourself. Build your blood and enrich your inner world.

I have been learning the ways in which plants can assist us during our cycle and have begun growing many herbs which I will be offering to you in a tea blend next season. I’m grateful to be able to steward this land that the free peoples once lived on and loved and to have the opportunity to work with the plants for the next season of repairing our ripped relations with the earth.

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