Mo cuishle

Nature reminds me of my nature. I can feel my riveting strength, my unruly blood, my fierce fairytale genetics. Mo cuishle. It is translated from Irish Gaelic as "my darling, my blood". Twining threads grow between the earth and me, a herstory is being told, sung, danced, rolled out, whispered, sprung, spellbound. The she-earth and the me-gnome instinctually start weaving at first touch a miscellaneous tapestry, 'woolgathering and wildcrafting', 'creating cordage' in words of dear fay (si)star Asia Suler. My blood instantly becomes magnetised by the earth's magnetic field, my immune system forgets the worries and fussing, and dances freely with the rays of sun. Life is good. In times of basic witches, be badass everyday.🌿🌞💪👣✨