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As a last day Pisces swimming into Aries, Libra Moon, Taurus ascendant, I am prone to fiery impulsiveness, passionate, poetic outbursts, and oceanic dreaming. I am driven by light and intrigued by darkness, which can be seen in my range of interests, choices in clothing, music, and in my art; but I have found a way to express this through plants too.
Things got witchy pretty early on with me; as a child I was really into mixing water with glitter then adding little rocks, bits, and baubles, pretending every ingredient was a powerful message. Later on, as a teen, I created potions for friends. Mysterious concoctions of flowers, rocks, plastic toys or mutual memory place holders, and bugs (and more glitter). These to me, meant connecting heart to heart, spirit and memory with another. It wasn't just tacky and glittery, it was also me reaching for creative ways of healing.
The path to herbalism -or wort cunning- began to come clear around 2004, during my time living in California. Little 'seeds' of inspiration were planted in my daily life by my surroundings and the people I knew at the time. It took awhile, but I am on the road I was meant to be on. I've come to believe I'm here to be a facilitator for self-care, improvement, self empowered nourishment and healing. I want to help people find the strength and will to live a life of adventure, integrity, and compassion. I work to support growth not just in plants as a gardener, but in people as an herbalist and witch...from the womb to the rocking chair.
I have learned that communicating with plants is an intimate experience, intrinsically we all have the intuition to listen to plants speak; you can learn quite a lot from the universe on your own if you want to... With all that said; I'm lucky to live in an area where generous teachers live and teach, who offer to pass on their knowledge of the plant world.
Besides self teaching, experimenting with all manner of herbal books, and working with loved ones, I have completed in depth courses with amazing local teachers such as Chris Marano of Clearpath School of Herbal medicine and Brittany Wood-Nickerson of Thyme Herbal, taken classes with Deb Soule of Avena Botanicals, and Nancy Scarzello of Forest Bay Institute. I also worked for six years at a local herb shop + apothecary where I sculpted my personal magickal and herbal language by diving into the depths with customers. I formulated and poured and blended many herbs for many people, and have so much love for that process, but now I'm focusing on honing in on the magickal framework for my herbal practice.
To be true to myself, I am on the lifelong magickal path, working with genuine intention, no bullshit, and cultivating grace in my approach. I have been getting to know plants a few at a time, first and foremost to respect and honor them, within nature and through out the process of use. I work to project positive energy--along side nourishment, through plants. I also practice hedge witchery. A hag at heart, awakened.
My passions are numerous but herbs and art are up top. I will always be a painter and write flowery, psychedelic poetry. I also make jewelry, collect crystals, bugs, and bones, I take lots of photographs (especially of flowers), sew all sorts of things, sculpt doo-dads, play musical instruments, belly dance, weave, etc.
I find comfort in exploring the occult, the deep and dark crevices of the human mind, I like to remind myself of the beauty of the darkness as much as of the beauty of the lightness. Paranormal experience stories are my drug of choice and I could tell you a few of my own...
I am driven by a cosmic love and curiosity to learn and process the life we all live by creating art in as many forms as I can! Art that hopefully will inspire and maybe even guide people to find strength in themselves and in their spirits. .♓♆ ☽ ● ☾ ◯
Below is the final draft of the poem from which the name Branch & Beak came from, penned back in March of 2011:
"Cranes, crouching in a sedge under full moon, luminescent feathers fidgeting restlessly.
the minute makes a sound as it passes, the sound of wings ruffling, the swoop of them flinch.
Water tries and ripples outward, little whispers uncover the pitch of night.
Trees sway like heavy heads, closed curtains on an open window, a drop of water hanging from branch + beak.
As fresh necks, outstretched, seek the hour's death. Night calmly keeps on.
While every stillness waits, the heart is beating wings in chaos."