
Think Like a Spider
What stories are inside you mama? What stories are you pregnant with? What stories live and breathe inside of you? What stories are you caught inside of? What stories are you navigating?
What stories are inside you mama? What stories are you pregnant with? What stories live and breathe inside of you? What stories are you caught inside of? What stories are you navigating?
After taking a break from technology it’s good to be back with another post. I’m hoping over the coming weeks I can get through my ever growing back log of blog posts.
Do not fight life Fight with all that is within you, that is against Life. Abuse, cruelty, injustices, homelessness, war, ignorance.
Hello, I am Laura, known as The Barley Moon, a spiritual artist, illustrator and tarot reader. I have always been artistic, art is my way to calm my thoughts and something I enjoy losing myself in. It’s something that comes naturally to me but I never used to celebrate that when I was younger.
I started my journey with cacao in 2020. My journey brought me to Galway by packing up and just leaving. Galway is medicine to me and it's where I would go to escape for breaks until I knew I had to be there in order to survive.
Let's talk about something primal - sound healing. It's been around for thousands of years and it's all about using vibration and frequency to improve our physical, emotional, and spiritual well-being.
Sitting here among my blooms, knowing Autumn will come too soon. Overworked bees diligently strive to carry nectar to the hive.
As I sit to write this blog (with my cacao) I am remembering my first encounter with Cacao. I had recently lost my soul mate and was feeling the need for healing, but before we embarked on that she offered me a cup of cacao.
It began with a story. It always does, doesn’t it? Sometimes a Story walks into a Room. Sometimes you have to hunt for the Wolf with a bloated belly full of stories and cut open to get to the marrow of Story.
How to write about such a thing as a master plant intelligence, consciousness.
You know the story. The foundation cracks open. The first time was sudden. Shocking perhaps. A maiden, daughter of a goddess, descends to the underworld. To the land of the shades.
Stasha is a storyteller in the rewilded, mythopoetic, feral tradition. She is the maker of The Wild Matryoshka (fb and insta). Home to Wild words, ephemerals at the edges.