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? 

 

 

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...

To Do Everything In Truth

To Do Everything In Truth

I. Yesterday, Facebook memories dished up his picture and I realized it's been two years. I didn't cry. I raged, though, and listened to this on repeat for a little minute. I will not pretend I will not put on a smile I will not say I'm all right for you When all I...

Questions & Answers

Questions & Answers

I started today's post on Facebook, but I'm continuing it here, so parts I & II are crossposted. I. MD Day Three - Much less intense today. I feel it, but I am not overwrought like I was yesterday. I released so much yesterday that I feel quite empty today, but...

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...

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