Hello, and welcome to my corner of this portal of light we call the Internet. My name is Effy ‘Bird’ Wild, (she/her, INFJ, Libra with Libra rising and a Cap moon, soul number 9, in case you were curious) and I am an artist, writer, and teacher. I believe I was put on this earth to hold space for the part of you that yearns to be creative, and through creativity, come into alignment with your best, most healed, most authentic self.

By some awesome stroke of luck, I have managed to gather the most loving, compassionate, authentic, and inspiring community around what I do, and if you’re here, I’d be willing to bet you’re one of them. Why don’t you join us? 

 

 

Swamp Witch

Swamp Witch

I. Burn out is real. My art witches are cutting me some slack throughout December, and that will help, but holy fucking overwhelm. My mental health isn't great. I have COVID fatigue. I'm being extremely gentle with myself. Heat and serve. Ignoring housework. Wearing...

We Do What We Can

We Do What We Can

I. It's been a while because, year-end and month-end and I have been dancing between yellow and red on this infographic.  I keep having to remind myself that this isn't *just a me thing*. This is *a we thing*. I'm not alone. Neither are you. It's okay to not be okay....

It Passes Over You

It Passes Over You

I. Mars went direct a couple of days ago, and I swear I could feel the shift in my body. I tend to be quite skeptical about these things being more than metaphors, but my entire feed lit up with "I suddenly feel better", and I was among them. The relief was palpable....

Never Surrender

Never Surrender

I. I have not had the heart to write in a while. I kept opening up this little box of light with my fingers poised over the keys, but nothing would come. There is this emptiness... II. ...but, yesterday, I dragged myself out of the blanket fort, cleaned the kitchen,...

Holding Out

Holding Out

I. I'm getting there with BOD stuff and that is lifting my spirits considerably.     Subscribe to get notified when the info page is ready! II. A thing I ordered before the breakup arrived in the mail yesterday (yes, it took that long). Two pendants - a wolf...

This Is The Way Part Two

This Is The Way Part Two

I. It's freezing in here this morning so I bumped up the heat a bit, poured up a coffee, and crawled back into bed with my laptop. It's a slow day today since I put the replay of yesterday's Jam up already so there's nothing to do but putter around with graphics for...

Still.

Still.

From November 2, 2018 In Any Light (Prose)   The leaves outside my window are the most vivid golden yellow, and though the sky is grey and full of clouds, there’s this amber light coming in, and it makes me think of you.   I love you in the daytime when...

October 2020 In Review

October 2020 In Review

Here we are in November, which means it's time to review October. Here's how I approach these reviews: In the realm of Earth: My body, health, energy levels; my business, work, service to my community; how well am I receiving? Am I feeling abundant? Growthful? In the...

But, I do have the magicks

But, I do have the magicks

I. The writing hasn't been flowing as easily lately, mostly because I feel like a broken record, butandalso, I know that's not true. The shifts may be tiny, but they're happening. The dance may include a few steps back here and there, but mostly, the steps are steps...

The Ascent Is In The Descent

The Ascent Is In The Descent

I. Today is better. Less wild-eyed in my misery. I feel myself rising a little again after a few days of spiralling. I'm trusting the process. II. I got everything done for month-end except for the parts where I talk to the camera, and I'm saving that for tomorrow...

Like Summer

Like Summer

I. Month-end, so you know. The usual omgeverythingisdueallatoncedoom. II. I keep somehow managing to deliver what was promised despite the state of things and I am proud of that, but also wondering about the state of my innards given that things are what they are, and...

Grackle Heart

Grackle Heart

Photo by Cassie Burke on Unsplash Grackle Heart Somewhere between my throat and sit bones there are questions fluttering, beating like jewelled black wings. When did my ribs become a cage? When did I swallow the key? Where's the lock? What are the answers? It's all on...

Stalking Beauty

Stalking Beauty

I. I wrapped myself in fleece for a nap while it poured down rain. The sound of it on the skylight. The thunder. It made me ridiculously happy to be cosy and warm with the dogs flanking me like watchers, one on either side. Little beauties. II. My low back is not...

I Have Always Been A Storm

I Have Always Been A Storm

I. It didn't even occur to me when I named my last blog "Chapter 52" that it is a phrase that also means bankrupt. I have to tell you, I like it even more now. Let me tell you why. The experience of the last 2 years did bankrupt me in a sense. The love and then the...

Chapter 52

Chapter 52

I. Virtual Harvestfest was beautiful and everything I needed it to be. It was so good to see the faces of my fest fam, even if only over Zoom. I spent the weekend in the cradle of the kind of love you can never lose, and I experienced some deep, deep healing. Clawed...

Into The Fire – Harvestfest Weekend!

Into The Fire – Harvestfest Weekend!

I. Therapy yesterday. I was having feels about how it seems my life has gone to hell in a handbasket in the years since I've been doing all this inner work. The losses I've experienced are staggering, and the grief is intense, and I've been hitting a wall lately....

Cleave

Cleave

Today is a little better but I don't have the bandwidth for ten things. Just one or two. I. I typed all the words into the void last night and had a nice, long crying jag. Rolled myself into my blankets and went to sleep. Got up this morning and declared it a blanket...

Sick Of Myself

Sick Of Myself

I. I don't know how to trust myself anymore. I believed so fiercely (most days) in every word he said, but words stopped aligning with actions, and now I don't know what was true and what wasn't. I'm doing this dance between believing nothing was true (searing) and...

So Not Ready

So Not Ready

I started this list on Facebook this morning, so some of this is x-posted. I. So, I just want to update you all on the dating situation. Things were just not landing right between me and the Viking and after a lot of careful consideration and a refusal to waste his...

Making All Things New

Making All Things New

I. I used to love this part of things. Doing a run through the house to make it ready. Ordering the things we'd need for the weekend. Soaking in the tub with a glass of wine after setting the scene and lighting the candles. The anticipation.Taking a loving look at...

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