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 who plays around in the realms of mixed media art, book binding, art journaling, and creativity as a spiritual portal. 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 what best serves your soul.
I’m a survivor of childhood and domestic abuse, a trauma warrior in recovery for C-PTSD, a drop out, a late bloomer, and a force to be reckoned with.
I write about all of the above right here, share whatever is alive in me over here, and spam you with photos of my art, furbabes, and food over here. If you want to know where I’m currently teaching, you can find that out over here.
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Trust My Wee Girl…
...witchy as she was, to leave us on the dark of the moon. I had a feeling yesterday, given that I woke up with a terrible case of the shakes, that it wasn't going to be long, and I was right. Sookie spent the morning in bed, fairly relaxed, in and out of sleep while...
One Last Long Walk
TW - Pet Loss My Sookie is taking her last long walk home and I'm sitting with her while she does it. Today, she's very quiet, in and out of sleep, no signs of distress, but no interest in anything, either. Her sister, Salem, has been curling up *near* her but not *on...
You Tried To Wreck Me – Part One
1968 - I will rail against the wreck in the only way I know how. I will howl. I will howl. 1970 - I will assume you don't really mean to wreck me, but that there is something in me that needs wrecking. I will run my finger over the fontanelle of my baby sister's skull...
Back To Basics
I began my healing journey in earnest in a journal, free writing my heart out every day. That eventually shifted so that I poured my heart out every day in an *on line* journal, though I still kept a written journal on and off throughout the years. Then, I started...
This Is An Ode
There are friends who will witness you in your deepest darks (crying in a towel with wine stained lips or whatever your deepest darks look like) and love you and never betray your trust, and then there are "friends" who will witness you in your deepest darks and use...
Sometimes Kindness Looks Like Leaving
I had this amazing exchange with Staci Jordon Shelton the other day that culminated in this gem: "...gaslighting ourselves in the name of “compassion” is a no." - Staci Jordan Shelton I have done this my entire life up until very recently. Twenty twenty was the...
Downshifting
There are some things I've learned over the last three years or so that are just now feeling "integrated", like they're trickling down from my brainmeats down into the place where deep knowing resides. One of them is that a lot of how I've been managing my life (and...
I Am Not Your Dopamine
I've long been aware that the socials are designed to be addictive, and I've become pretty careful about how much time I spend scrolling these days. I quit TikTok pretty much altogether and only head over there when one of my kids sends me something they want me to...
Momentum
I am an all or nothing person. I think this might be a trauma response but until I know, and until I've managed to be less of a trauma-respondy person, it's become important to me to make this work in my favour. If I don't keep moving, I will stop cold, and getting...
Remembering Who I Am
If you know me at all you know that I'm just now coming out of a very long period of what can only be described as OMGDOOOOOOM. For three years or so now - pretty much since the pandemic started and my kid went off his meds (so, June of 2020), I've been in a very dark...
I Live In The Liminal
The thought that keeps arising lately is this one: I am living in the liminal. I'm surrounded (and encroached upon) by the binary. The good or bad. The rich or poor. Love or hate. The right way or the wrong way. Perfect or imperfect. Light or dark. Him or her. Easy or...
Finding Or Making Light
I took delivery on a hammock chair after having my inner covetousness activated by seeing it in action (and yoinking it from Kimi for a bit) and instead of leaving it in the box for a year like I might have not too long ago, I unpacked the thing and took it on a test...
Did I Mention Gold Leaf?
I wrote a poem and someone commented "Somewhere out there, Mary Oliver is smiling..." and that made me cry because she is my matron saint and so much a part of my literary and spiritual lineage. I felt so seen. Someone who used to make me really uncomfortable and...
Holy Hannah
I do not understand time right now. How is it already April 11th? WHAT IS HAPPENING? I feel like a kid on a merry-go-round - hanging on for dear life while the thing spins me into a state of panic and vertigo, and I know I'm not alone. I keep opening this little...
It’s Friday! I’m In Love
If you're a regular reader, you know that I just had an intense few days hanging out with my son, known affectionately in my community as GG, and getting him ready to move to the far North (Rankin Inlet for those who are curious about how far North). I made sure he...
Art For Me
If you read my last post, you may have noticed a sneak peek of a painting in progress. It was just a drawing in black paint with black hair at that point. Here it is again in case you missed it. I had a couple of classes to attend the day after (thankfully with camera...
Unalive* Your Darlings?
I don't know who said the thing about "unaliving* your darlings" - but I do know it's been advice given to new writers for an eon about how ruthless a writer must be when they edit, and while I agree with that (I'm also a writer), it doesn't transfer well to mixed...
Autism. Trauma. INFJ. The Hermit.
One of our first activities in Moonshine 2023 this year was to engage in some preliminary work in preparation for the little spells that my Wing Witch, Sarah Trumpp will be providing us with all year long. She instructed us in finding our "soul number" and our "year...
The Gift Of Time
Mercury FINALLY went direct and I appreciated the glut of emails that flooded my inbox telling me so because this year has been such a crock pot so far - everything simmering low and slow. My energy for most things has been pretty meh except for the stuff I've been...
Mercury In Gatorade
Mercury is in Gatorade again, that fucker, and you may scoff, but it's doing my head in - especially with Moonchild being all "poke poke poke" in my tender places. My mama heart is a fucking disaster over some stuff that my kids are going through - three in crisis all...