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? 

 

 

Lighter Fare + A Speed Painting

Lighter Fare + A Speed Painting

Here are 24 questions for Grown Ups, which I stole from Facebook.  1. What bill do you hate the most?  Any subscription I forget to cancel before they re-bill. WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF? 2. When was the last time you had a romantic dinner? Saturday before last....

Somewhere In My Youth Or Childhood

Somewhere In My Youth Or Childhood

I. I am feeling fairly quiet inside relative to last week and the week before. The sacral pain is easing a lot, so I know I’m healing up, and the ease with which my body is now moving means a more peaceful inner landscape. Thank the gods for small mercies. II. I had...

All Sorts + Ever After 2019

All Sorts + Ever After 2019

I. Napmares (as in the bad dreams you have while napping) are the *devil*. I’m so over them. I had one yesterday that I could not shake all day, and then I ended up having the most wretched night - I think because I was afraid of more of the same. I did finally...

Bean Spam & Other Musings

Bean Spam & Other Musings

Today is my second to last day in the Artfully Wild Blog Along - I owe myself a day since I skipped one this month. BUT I ONLY SKIPPED ONE, YO!  This has been amazing, and my plan is to continue writing daily. A few of us are planning the same, so if you'd like to...

Emotional Flashback

Emotional Flashback

I. I posted this on Facebook on Saturday evening, but I wanted to share it here as well.  One of the hardest times of day for me in terms of the way my brain gremlins work is when I wake in the middle of the night. The voices in my head in the hour of the wolf are not...

A Real Artist – From The Archives

A Real Artist – From The Archives

I wrote this in 2015, but Sunday is for silence, AND we were talking about symbols in The Wilderhood this past week, AND Iris and I were talking about imposter syndrome and comparison and feeling like real artists during our interview (upcoming in Book Of Days for...

No to that, Yes to this.

No to that, Yes to this.

I. I wrote recently about have a room for every love I’ve every loved within me. I feel a shift happening that is coming as a surprise to my long-suffering heart, but I trust it.  II. Some doors need to be locked. Some keys need to be thrown away, over the shoulder...

Edge of Glory

Edge of Glory

I. In 2014, I wrote this: I’m dreaming a dream of a home I love, work I love, a true partnership with a man I am fiercely loved by who I fiercely love, friends over for dinner, festivals, walks, camping trips, random little love notes, texts to check in, hot sex on a...

Witch’s Granddaughter

Witch’s Granddaughter

I. Today is packed with people - therapy at 12, my friend, Sal, at 1:30, and then Stacey at 6. I have to go wherever one finds the 2nd Gen Apple Pencil - I treated myself to an iPad Pro so I could start doing digital things and also feel a little bit more mobile with...

A Rooted Dancer

A Rooted Dancer

I. I started a painting a few days ago when I was in a pretty good place. Worked on it yesterday when I was *not in a good place*. Achieved what to me looked like OMG DOOM.  This is always an interesting experience for me, because I know there are going to be people...

Ten Things

Ten Things

I. I went to bed early last night, because the day left me quanked, but content. I had interpersonal drama all morning, then worked all afternoon, and then had my son over for dinner AND my grandson over so his 'rents could go do grown up things. Wooosah. That's a...

You Are The Powerful Goodness

You Are The Powerful Goodness

This is from the archives because Sunday is for silence. Up before the sun. Doesn't happen often, but I secretly cherish it when it does because it makes me feel like Ben Franklin. Speaking of which, have you see this? This is Ben Franklin's daily plan, and it makes...

The Voice In The Other Room

The Voice In The Other Room

I'm blogging every day in April. You can find out more and join me here. I. One of the things I cherish most in intimate relationships is the way things feel when we're 'around' one another without necessarily engaging one another. You know what I mean? Is there peace...

He Whispers Me

He Whispers Me

I. It is not a good idea to forget to eat on a day when you are already in a trauma response. Especially when the day includes lots of wine, whisky, Robaxacet (for the skating related tailbone pain) and Caesars. Trust me on this. It leads to things like believing your...

Self Compassion

Self Compassion

I. I missed blogging yesterday due to the brain fog that comes from sleep deprivation. It just completely slipped my mind. This provides me with a really lovely opportunity for self-compassion. Missing a day does not a failure make. Missing a day and then giving up...

This Love, Too

This Love, Too

I got to spend a few hours with my wee little bean today. Oh, my heart. Need I say more? No. No, I don't think so. See you tomorrow.

Remember The Now

Remember The Now

We're half way through the Artfully Wild Blog Along. This is day 15. You can find out more here.  Checking in with you here at the half way mark of what has become an semi-annual thing - I spend a month twice a year blogging every day. Some years I make it, some years...

Still A Hopeful Girl – From The Archives

Still A Hopeful Girl – From The Archives

This is from the archives, because Sunday is for silence.  Acts of love are important to me. Saying "I love you" is important, too, but it's not enough. You can say you love someone 'till the cows come home but it's the acts of love that really communicate it. I once...

So Tenderly Human

So Tenderly Human

I. My clothes are all in dresser drawers now, and that makes me feel so ADULTY. Before the ol' switcheroo, I had everything on a little shelving unit, so my things were always all over the place, and my little rascal girl, Salem would help herself to things, like my...

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