Alchemy isn’t religious, though it can be. Alchemy isn’t magic, it can be, but inherently it’s a philosophy of healing. I’m an alchemist but use the term loosely— I’m well read on historical resources and engage in alchemical practices, but my whole practice as an esoteric practitioner exists without doctrine. I find it’s easiest to … Continue reading Alchemical Healing
Tag: mental health
Being Fungi
A spore adrift, hanging delicately in the air, is that me or what I give? Currents rise and fall so slight only the most fragile attest to its force. The mere drag of a leaf’s individual canopy catching air completely changes a spore’s path. Is empathy for the wild overshadowing the potential in domestication, the … Continue reading Being Fungi
Reflection 27/3/22
Pulled in so many directions, I forget my first priority is my health.
A Poem About A Body Talking
The knees warn of overuse, dry joints, they creak / As the stomach growls of hunger ready to speak / A low sound in the lungs, a rattling voice to seek / Reprieve from smoke as the teeth spoke, they reek / And throb, the inner ears do wail, whine, and shriek
A Note on Feelings of Uselessness
Feeling inadequate is a normal response to stress. Insecurity tells me I’m useless— survival instincts becoming pathological, but the original process is natural. Self doubt is a tool we’ve forgotten how to use, forced to be so far removed from ancestral ways. We’ve lost some of the wild predators but also lost our sense of … Continue reading A Note on Feelings of Uselessness
I Hide From People, I Hide From Myself
Where I go, when I do what I do, when I live how I live, where I go is here— inhabiting my body willingly. When I’m offering my effort to the world, I’m accepting the connection between my internal monologue and my physical flesh. I work with my hands. I’m here in my hands, my … Continue reading I Hide From People, I Hide From Myself
Carrier: A Poem
Oh, the ghosts emerge, out / Preaching tonight / Going with, not going without / Hosts of slight sensory organs reaching for me / In greeting of screeching most gentle / I reciprocate freely / I walk with the parade until / We rest in the place our soul stayed / Where we bear our sleeping self / Ghosts come and go but never fade / Here, tonight, awake we delve / Into choice to offer / Hearing those with no voice, / Seen by them with no sight / And may the words of the preaching ghosts, / Breaching any barrier / And come to be a carrier / To you
10 Affirmations for Insecurity (That Don’t Feel Like Lying to Yourself)
These affirmations don’t include statements easily disproven by critical self talk. Building confidence requires belief, and repeating a phrase I don’t believe doesn’t help me. Facts which are difficult to argue with are more productive. Here are ten affirmations I’ve written and use to cope with deep insecurity: I’m experiencing life, my own individual life, … Continue reading 10 Affirmations for Insecurity (That Don’t Feel Like Lying to Yourself)
Honour in Uncomfortable Topics
Some would say the topics I write about are at times too personal, that I shouldn’t expose so much. All is interconnected— it’s time to heal the world’s relationship with talking about trauma and mental illness. My part in this is tiny and insignificant, but it’s mine. Being proactive in advocacy of destigmatization as a … Continue reading Honour in Uncomfortable Topics
Is What It Is
Nothing I write has been appealing to me, even grateful as I am that I can finally move my dominant hand properly after spraining all three joints of my forefinger. It’s been a month and my mental health has been poorer than usual, but life is getting hectic and isn’t going to wait for me … Continue reading Is What It Is