Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Plant magic.

March 11, 2019


Now is the time to invite in magic. The spring equinox, for me, is the true new year--and after this particularly long winter, I say we write our own rules. I say we dictate what can and cannot be our reality. I'm sick to death of fear and of cowering before each day, before it's even begun. 


When did we get to be so frightened? When did we decide that we weren't made for a happy life? I don't know, but I'm worn to the bone, and I could use a new year and a little magic.





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