I wish I could speak words about her the way that she and I spoke to each other: staring into each other’s eyes and hearts for hours on end, paws on each other’s faces. I wish I could bury my face into hers one more time, like I had the privilege of doing more than possibly any other human on this earth. I wish everyone could have learned the lessons she taught me in most of my formative years; how to be tender & affectionate & faithful & softening. There is no proper way to honor the loss of a perfect golden pup. The softest & most beautiful golden pup. So I’ll just keep trying, every day, to love the rest of this world with even the smallest fraction of how much I loved Bali, and hopefully an even larger fraction of how vastly & practically & perfectly she loved all of us. Love you forever precious pup.
Celebrating the Summer Solstice by making some sun tea & spending time tending to the herb garden. Thankful for long days and the healing that so much sun brings. Sun tea: Calendula, Lemon Balm, Lavender, Feverfew, St. John’s wort, Nettle. Featured plants: Sage, Chamomile, flowering Cilantro, Echinacea, Mugwort, Peppermint, Vervain, Skullcap, Rosemary, Spearmint, Lemon Balm, Ashwagandha, Lavender.
Sage, mugwort, lemon balm, peppermint. Got talking to @reclaimedcraft about plants and was inspired to give the herb garden some pruning love. Excited for all the spring/summer teas, tinctures and balms these few will contribute to.
Big fan of the way and old friend can make anything/anywhere feel like home. @dom .floyd
Live New Orleans Jazz + Conference on Religious, Secular & Spiritual Identities = this quote: “Things aren’t getting worse; they’re getting uncovered. We must hold each other close & continue to pull back the veil.” @adriennemareebrown
There’s something eerie about hiking in the forest while serious wildfires rage through your state; not because of the threat of the flames, but because that which is usually lush green is now muted and grey. Draped in the ash of the nearest fire, the trees and ferns and and grass bear witness to all that has been lost. As I walk by they appear as the ghosts of the those forests being consumed by flames. But so much more has been lost, for so many. Lives, homes, towns. May we all bear witness to these tragedies. And, like the forests which will continue to strive to grow, may we strive toward care for the people who have been affected and the earth that has been scarred. https://www.calfund.org/wildfire-relief-fund/