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12/04/2023

Have you been to the center of the labyrinth?

The beauty of the world is the mouth of a labyrinth. The unwary individual who on entering takes a few steps is soon unable to find the opening. Worn out, with nothing to eat or drink, in the dark, separated from his dear ones, and from everything he loves and is accustomed to, he walks on without knowing anything or hoping anything, incapable even of discovering whether he is really going forward or merely turning round on the same spot. But this affliction is as nothing compared with the danger threatening him. For if he does not lose courage, if he goes on walking, it is absolutely certain that he will finally arrive at the center of the labyrinth. And there God is waiting to eat him. Later he will go out again, but he will be changed, he will have become different, after being eaten and digested by God. Afterward he will stay near the entrance so that he can gently push all those who come near into the opening.

― Simone Weil, Waiting for God

Art: A labyrinth on the altar front in the Watts Chapel

12/03/2023

‘Tis the season! 🔥

“May these longer nights feed us with firelight, wolf song, apple-buttered bread, and those wild winter stories of mountain hags, wise children, and weary travelers met by otherworldly creatures on the road.

May we leave our dead and dusty fears outside our doors for a time, making room for the timeless wonders of a winter come early and a hearth full of fiery lessons about loving the infinite dark, intentional joy, and living in strange harmony with sanctuary and wilderness, stillness and dance, order and chaos, and silence and song.”

~ Danielle Dulsky
Danielle Dulsky


Art: Irina Babushkina
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on Instagram

12/03/2023

Have you hugged a tree to say thank too lately? 💕

11/27/2023

“Where do we go, when we're lost – when the humans around us (much as we love them) can't seem to help us?

We go where we've been taught to forget to go. Where our ancestors have always gone. To the woods and the old ways. To the hedgelands and edgelands; to the threshold places and liminal zones.

We go looking for the Others who dwell there; we go listening for the murmurs of the dreaming land. We go looking for a wisdom that's wilder and wiser than our own.”

~ Sharon Blackie, author

Art by Josephine Klerks, “Forest Spirits”

11/01/2023

Wonderful allies for all the holiday parties ahead!

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09/09/2023

Has there ever been a time in your life when you ended up exactly where you needed to be due to a roadblock that forced an unanticipated change of direction? In your current life situation, are you coming up against anything that feels like an obstacle to forward movement? What would happen if you approached this blockage with a sense of curiosity and wonder instead of frustration? Can you delight in the detour? How does it feel in your body when you reframe your thoughts in this way? Just a little evening contemplation for you at the end of a long week. Now get some rest!

With love,
Wild Mama xx

09/05/2023

“ The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines.” So true!

Love this! 🙏🙏🙏

09/01/2023

It’s the first day of September, and while the autumn equinox is still weeks away, today is the first day of meteorological fall which means we can start to feel the seasons shift. ‘Tis the season of dying off. As we find ourselves visibly surrounded by this process in nature, it’s a good time to reflect and take stock of how this process happens internally as well. Let this season be an invitation to honor that which has been vital for you in the past but that no longer feeds you or has a place in your life: old relationships, old ways of being, old ungrieved pain, old expectations that didn’t quite pan out, whatever it may be. Release it. Grieve it. Give it a good death. Let it fall to the earth to rest in the soil. Water it with your tears so that it may become compost to feed future growth.

Spring is coming, but we have to traverse the underworld darkness to get there. Fall is the time of preparation before our descent, of packing away our hammocks and kayaks, of harvesting veggies from the garden born of bright summer days and storing them away for darker seasons. It’s a time of gratitude for what was enjoyed, grown, and accomplished and a time for tying up loose ends. Now we are shifting our focus from outside to inside. As you are cleaning out and stocking up, I hope you are taking the time to nourish your body, mind, and soul too. Here’s to apple crisp, pumpkin spice, flannel blankets and many mugs of hot tea in the days to come. Warmly wishing you a fall laden with blessings and love.

Lindsey xx