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? 

 

 

September 2020 In Review

September 2020 In Review

I made an effort to review my months throughout 2014, but somewhere along my journey, I stopped. In fact, I stopped blogging for the most part and the Socials became my place to write. These days, I'm doing less Socials and more blogging, so I've decided to dust this...

Truth. Love.

Truth. Love.

I. Slowly, but surely, I'm emerging. Lots of art is being made. Work is being done. Dishes washed. Soaks taken in scented salt water. Lawn visits. Pajama parties with my platonic life partner. Downton Abbey. Too much wine, but we're not going to worry about that right...

Saltwater & Stars

Saltwater & Stars

I. This was one of our many songs. We met under a harvest moon and we reconnected year after year under the same moon for over a decade. It doesn't matter how heartbroken I am or how much anger there is right now, this song is always going to be ours, and I am always...

Bliss Among Ruins

Bliss Among Ruins

I. Journal Jam was amazeballs yesterday. Quick and dirty, as I like to call it. Even though the prompts led to some pretty murky colour combinations, the process itself was incredibly healing. I invoked the spirit of the 5 of Cups from the tarot while I worked and...

Poison & Wine & Tea & Sympathy

Poison & Wine & Tea & Sympathy

I. I'll be Journal Jamming today at 12 p.m. EST. I'm really looking forward to it, because these journaling sessions stretch me and take me places I would never go on my own. If you're into it, you can get the link to today's live by joining me in The Wilderhood. It's...

Beauty From Ashes

Beauty From Ashes

I. I seem to have found the will to live despite everything that's going on right now (personally, globally) so today I unpacked more boxes that have been sitting in the Corner Of Chaos and organized the things within them into bins to go in storage. I am on my third...

Fragile Like A Bomb

Fragile Like A Bomb

I. I am such a huge fan of Chani's readings, because she always nails me. Libra & Libra Rising "Rage is an intoxicant that I respect; its power is undeniable, its impacts are long-lasting, it’s needed and necessary but only one part of my process. Underneath the...

If I have to I will ruin myself

If I have to I will ruin myself

I. Yesterday, while I was feeling completely unanchored and tossed adrift on this internal storm I'm navigating, I remembered these words: It’s a harder trick Turning love that’s lost in betrayal into something Beside bitterness into anything beside this rage - Jim...

A Softer World

A Softer World

I. It's so quiet in here this morning that my ears are ringing and I just caught myself reaching to click the 'play' button on one of my lists over on Spotify. Stopped. Took a deep breath. Started typing instead. I'm trying to cultivate a life in which there is a...

I am the moon

I am the moon

I. I never know what the title of my blogs will be until I've finished writing them. I'm a 'pantser' as in, I write by the seat of my pants. It works for me, because once my fingers start moving over the keys, the words just flow. It wasn't always this way but I got...

The Fall

The Fall

I. I just emerged from a long hot soak in scented, CBD oil-infused water. I feel like a million bucks. All I've managed since I got home from the cottage was a couple of quick sluicings off in the shower, so this was thorough. I even dry brushed before immersing...

Let It Rain

Let It Rain

I. I think the sage might have survived the herbapocalypse. I'll take it. At some point next week when I can carve out some time, I'll replant the others. I might get some new pots since I'm pretty sure they would have survived if they were in something other than...

This Is Who I Am

This Is Who I Am

I. This is who I am. II. I am so grateful for the weekend I spent with my chosen family over Labour Day weekend. Our First Annual Hippie Pocket Cottage Bash was everything I needed. The dogs had a good time,...

Long-suffering Is Not A Virtue

Long-suffering Is Not A Virtue

I choose to love this time for once with all of my intelligence. ~ Adrienne Rich I created the art cards and musings that I release week after week in The Wilderhood and on Patreon a few years ago, but I swear, some part of me was preparing me for this moment in time,...

Hummingbird

Hummingbird

I. My fest fam and I have had plans to do a mini-fest at the cottage for about a month now, but recent events had me bowing right the fuck out. I just didn't see how I could do everything I needed to do for work while I couldn't stop shaking like a leaf while I...

Gold From Lead

Gold From Lead

I. September is my birthday month (the actual date is the 30th) and I aim to celebrate. I don't know what that will look like from day to day but yesterday it looked like heating up leftovers and ignoring the disaster that is my kitchen. I watched two episodes of The...

This Is The Way

This Is The Way

I. Sometimes the only way to heal is to amputate, and that's what I've done, and now the healing can begin. That's all I have to say about that. II. The basil crowned. This was the one I was most excited about growing, so I am pleased with myself. III. This is going...

Seedlings

Seedlings

I. Two of my plant babies sprouted - the cilantro and the thyme. This is the cilantro. I didn't burst into tears as promised, but I did squee. Now let's see if I can keep them alive. II. I didn't write yesterday because I was up to my eyeballs in filming and I didn't...

You Make It Your Own

You Make It Your Own

I. I Journal Jammed yesterday and though I was pretty quiet (very heartstricken of late, apologies), I did make something pretty kickin' even though I wasn't feeling very 'inspired'. The first...

Acceptance

Acceptance

I. Kimi came over yesterday at 12 to fix my boo boo. She brought repair salve and bandaids. Her daughter, Jade, packed me up a little 'get better soon' baggie full of her favourite tea and a drawing she made. The sweetness! Unbearable and gratefully received. II. We...

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