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Perfection.
01/24/2026

Perfection.

The herb spiral transforms a small space into multiple growing zones. It creates dry-warm areas at the top and moist-cool areas at the bottom—all within easy reach.
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LAYOUT:

TOP = sunniest and driest (rosemary, thyme, oregano)
BASE = moist and cool (mint, parsley, chaya)
Southwest facing for heat lovers
Northeast facing shaded and moist

CONSTRUCTION:

Mark the spiral on bare soil (2 m diameter)
Stack natural stones from the outside in
Increase height towards the center (80-100 cm)
Fill with soil as you build
Mix sand and compost for drainage

GROWING:

Leave room for air and easy harvesting
Light mulch to control moisture

Water less—the drainage works for you

Save space and water, and increase herb variety with efficient permaculture design.

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01/19/2026

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Every year, millions of tiny travelers embark on an epic journey across Australia. The Bogong moth, a modest brown-and-cream insect, navigates hundreds of kilometers to reach cool mountain retreats.

What makes this migration truly astonishing is how they find their way. Scientists have discovered that Bogong moths use the stars, including the glowing band of the Milky Way, as a celestial compass. They are the first insects proven to read the night sky for long-distance navigation.

Researchers tested this by rotating the starry view while keeping other cues constant, and the moths adjusted their flight accordingly. This remarkable ability shows that even creatures so small can harness the vastness of the cosmos to guide their journeys.

It is a quiet, magical reminder that nature’s wonders are often hidden in the smallest, most unexpected places, like a humble moth flying by starlight.

- Earth Unreal

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01/09/2026

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An apple tree guild is a permaculture planting strategy that surrounds a central apple tree with a community of beneficial plants to create a resilient, self-sustaining mini-ecosystem. The various companion plants work together to improve soil health, deter pests, and attract beneficial insects, reducing the need for external inputs like fertilizers or pesticides.

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01/05/2026

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Long before the term “post-traumatic stress” entered modern medicine, many African communities had an intuitive understanding of the invisible wounds of war. A returning warrior was not immediately welcomed back into daily life. Instead, he entered a sacred period of transition—often lasting three lunar cycles—under the guidance of a spiritual healer or shaman. This was not punishment or exile; it was a ritual of healing, an acknowledgment that violence fractures more than the body—it disrupts the spirit.

The belief was that the warrior carried a chaotic energy, a spiritual imbalance that could harm both himself and his community if left unaddressed. One of the oldest healing practices involved placing animal horns on the skin to draw out “stagnant blood”—a technique later misnamed “African cupping” by colonizers. It was more than medicine: it was ceremony. It released not just physical toxins, but the unspoken pain, the emotional residue of violence.

Today, we call it trauma. They called it spiritual imbalance. In our clinical, pill-driven world, we often treat only symptoms. But these ancestral practices remind us that true healing restores harmony—within the self, and between the self and the world. Perhaps in our rush to advance, we’ve overlooked the power of ritual, of community, of soul-level care. Perhaps it’s time to remember.

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01/05/2026

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Don't forget to scatter WOOD ASH in the orchard and garden in winter: Here's why!

1️⃣ Winter is the perfect timing
While plants sleep, wood ash quietly works. Snow and rain help minerals soak into the soil before spring wakes everything up.

2️⃣ What wood ash actually gives your garden
It adds potassium for fruits, calcium for strong plants, and magnesium for healthy growth. Not a full fertilizer, but a great soil helper.

3️⃣ It gently adjusts soil pH
Wood ash is alkaline, so it helps balance overly acidic soil. Many veggies and fruit trees love this little winter boost.

4️⃣ How to use it the smart way
Scatter a thin layer over moist or frozen soil. Think “dusting,” not dumping. Let winter weather do the mixing for you.

5️⃣ The easy mistake everyone makes
Using too much… or spreading it near acid-loving plants like blueberries. More is not better here 😅

A little fireplace ash in winter can mean stronger plants and better harvests in spring 🌱

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12/31/2025

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Religious Trauma Isn’t “All in Your Head.” It’s in Your Nervous System.

Religious trauma is what happens when faith, authority, or “God’s voice” becomes fused with fear, control, shame, or threat. Over time, your body learns that spiritual spaces are not safe.

That’s where the vagus nerve comes in.

The vagus nerve is the main communication highway between your brain and your body. It regulates safety, threat, connection, and survival. When religious environments repeatedly activate fear, punishment, silence, or spiritual abuse, the vagus nerve adapts. Your body stays on high alert or shuts down, even years after you’ve left.

That’s why:
Worship music can trigger panic
Scripture can cause dissociation
Church buildings can make your chest tighten
Authority figures can activate fight, flight, freeze, or fawn

This isn’t rebellion.
It isn’t bitterness.
It isn’t “losing your faith.”

It’s a trauma-conditioned nervous system responding exactly the way it was trained to survive.

Religious trauma is not just a theological issue.
It’s a neurological and embodied injury.

Healing doesn’t start with “trying harder to trust God.”
It starts with safety, consent, regulation, and restoring agency to the body.

Your nervous system isn’t broken.
It learned what it had to learn.
And it can heal.

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12/18/2025

🌟✨🌟The Ancestral Soul Storytelling 🌟✨🌟

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Gather close, beloved witches and students of the ancient ones...

The solstice is almost here
and I want to tell you about the Cailleach.

Say her name slowly: 𝗞𝗮𝗹-𝗲𝗲-𝗮𝗰𝗵.
Let it rattle in your teeth.

She is the Celtic winter hag,
blue-faced and white-haired,
staff in one gnarled hand,
hammer in the other.

When she strikes the ground with that hammer,
winter begins.
Frost spreads from where she walks.
Mountains rise where she rests her head.

And the truth is...
She is 𝗻𝗼𝘁 gentle.
She is 𝗻𝗼𝘁 sweet.
She is 𝗻𝗼𝘁 the soft, sugar-coated version
of the divine feminine
they try to sell you in pretty packages.

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗲.
The Elder. The Ancient One.
The aspect of the goddess
that stops apologizing
and starts shaping the world.

She teaches us this:
there is power in being unf**kwithable.

Not cruel... alas, there's a difference...
But sovereign.
Unmovable.
Done explaining herself to those
who were never going to understand anyway.

The Cailleach has lived too long,
seen too much,
weathered too many winters
to care about being liked.

She cares about being true.
She cares about doing what must be done.
She cares about the ancient contract:
winter must come so spring can matter.

So here's what she asks of you this week, witch:
Where do you need to pick up your hammer?
Where do you need to stop being soft
and start being steel?

What boundary needs to be struck into the ground?
What truth needs to be spoken in your blue-faced voice?
What world needs to be shaped by your gnarled, powerful hands?

You don't have to be nice about it.
𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀.

She just lifts her hammer,
strikes the earth,
and winter comes
because it's time.

So wield your power, beloved.
Be the crone.
Be ancient and immovable and true.

The Cailleach is watching,
and she approves.

❄️
With frost on my lips and a hammer in my hand,
Blessed day, witches.
~ Baba

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10/20/2025

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I AM NOW IN RECONSTRUCTION

I open my hand to catch the wind...
It flows through my fingers
Like the breath of clouds,
Crying rain on the open field
My heart unwraps to heal
I sit in silence with the pain of others,
I feel my trauma dripping unto the soil
Penetrating layers of being
Unseen, unheard
Over and over again I broke the container
As it became full
Emotional
Physical
Sexual
Domestic abuse I survived…
Tongues of fire cleansed my story
Re-writing my truth
Leaving behind what no longer aligns
With the one I’m becoming
The one I always was
I abandoned her over and over again
This Soul of mine
Hurting the self
The self of others
As suffering crushed the one I used to be…
Now, at the midnight sun
I climb myself from the bottom of the pit
Screams I don’t deserve
The dark night of my soul
Breaks me in pieces of myths!
But I am not alone
Poetry sings words of love in my ear
Ink flows to the places that still need mending
Re-wounded
Un-voiced
Abandoned in the middle of nowhere
It is time to ascend my self
To the land of worthy mirrors
Yes, worthy mirrors
Mirrors reflecting humanity
Kindness
Compassion
Yes, dear one…
The great deconstruction has ended
I am now in reconstruction
Growing wings
Roots
Veins of life
My Voice awakens
I am now in reconstruction..................................................
Poem by Archaeology for the Woman's Soul
Corina Andronache

Photo: Art by Oleksii Gnievyshev

Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

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