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? 

 

 

A Ramble & A Rant

A Ramble & A Rant

I.Shiny brand new month! Spring! The month-end list is SLAIN! I feel like the queen of my own domain. II. March was a bit gnarly - there's been a lot of ups and downs in the realm of vaccine rollouts. Things are going much more slowly than anyone would like. Variants...

Bring It On

Bring It On

I. Still fighting the good fight with GG in hospital and hoping his brain will come back from this latest break with reality, which is taking up a lot of emotional bandwidth. I'm going in to see him tomorrow. Wish me luck and a COVID-free hospital visit. II. Journal...

I’d Rather Be Feral Than Fragile

I’d Rather Be Feral Than Fragile

I. Calling on all my holy helpers, guides, ancestors, and whatever powers stand ready to assist me in all the things, including healing from this motherfucker of a year and all that entails in this painting for New Moon in Pisces. It will be my praxis this cycle (from...

Invincible

Invincible

I. I took some time off blogging because I felt like I was just saying the same thing over and over again and it was tiresome. II. In the time since last we typed, GG was hospitalized. I don't want to talk about it because a) discretion and b) there's a lot of fury in...

#Mood

#Mood

I. It's been too quiet in here today and so I keep channel surfing, but to no avail. Nothing seems interesting enough to press play on and music isn't doing it either, so I'm just grappling with stillness and silence. It feels like a desert. Like my voice might echo...

Safety

Safety

I. Therapy yesterday. I started out whining that I find it frustrating that I always go into classes intending to *do the lessons* as they are offered as a way to learn new skills and develop my own style, but I always veer off at some point and do my own thing. "This...

I’m Ready For Easy

I’m Ready For Easy

I. Month end achieved. That was a SLOG y'all, but the results were just gorgeous. These tutorials all went up in Book Of Days 2021. This went up in Moonshine & Moonshine Lite for February. This was for Journal Jam, which we streamed live yesterday. The replay is...

Oh, Probably

Oh, Probably

I. Painted this happy thing live yesterday with my Coven. It is full of the rebellious joy I have been feeling lately. It's inspired by a meme that I saw floating around on Facebook which I will include at the end of today's musings. Perfect, I think, for Full Moon In...

Fully Embracing My Oh Shiny

Fully Embracing My Oh Shiny

I. Yesterday was Art Winos and instead of busting out the art journal, I busted out my new make-up brushes and mirror and palettes and did this: It was so interesting how I responded to seeing myself with a full face. I kept asking my girlfriends if it was too much...

Today Is Tender, But Good.

Today Is Tender, But Good.

I. I like blogging on the weekends because it's quiet in here. Quiet is good when I'm writing from a tender place, and today I'm in a tender place. The following four things are why. Feel free to skip them. II. Two years ago, I made reservations at the pub down the...

This Is Also The Way

This Is Also The Way

This edition of 'ten things' started over on FB, but I'm continuing it here. I.Since the break up with 42, I've been haunted by the number. Stalked even. I look at the time, and it's 4:20. There are 42 comments on my posts for an outrageously long time. I have 42...

Birds Flying High

Birds Flying High

I.You know how I feel. II. All day yesterday, I wanted to have a hot soak to scrub *that man* (and the last four years) out of my hair. I just took delivery on a gorgeous bar of soap made with patchouli and activated charcoal, so it felt like the right time BUT I was...

It’s A New Day

It’s A New Day

I. I had SUCH a good weekend. There was RUFUS. There was a steak dinner. There was some painting by numbers. There was lots of Dr. G. There was Art Winos. There was a grilled cheese sandwich. There was work, too, which flowed beautifully. I am almost caught up. II. I...

Little Pockets of Happiness

Little Pockets of Happiness

I. Fridays by me have become RUFRIYAYS thanks to Rufus Wainwright and his home concerts. I love them so much. II. Last night's stripped down version of "Slideshow" made me cry. It was *so good*. You can listen to the original here: "Do I love you? Yes, I do. Do I love...

Resilient

Resilient

I. Therapy today for the first time since early December. I cried a bit, but mostly I sat upright and I railed, and that is progress because these things are undeniably true, and these things hurt, but they are still undeniably true. People who talk about me and not...

#Mood

#Mood

I. I've spent this first two weeks of 2021 with my head down, doing my own work. For the most part. I have occasionally peeked up out of my little hermit cave to watch the news (holy Hannah) or check the numbers (holy Hannah), but mostly I'm just filming, painting,...

Self-Forgiveness

Self-Forgiveness

I. The year is off to a really good start, and while that's not trickling down into a 'feel good' moment, it is a 'not feeling bad' moment, and I'll take it. Programs are up and running beautifully. So many new faces! I'm gobsmacked and in awe of all of you! More of...

2021 – Be Careful How You Bend Me.

2021 – Be Careful How You Bend Me.

I. I am okay. New Year's was what it was. I spent some time with peeps over Zoom. I watched The Last Alaskans. I couldn't sleep because of all the feels, but I *did not cry* - have not cried in days - and I even managed to get up and get all the programs launched for...

Hanging In There

Hanging In There

I. Journaling of any kind is hard right now. Everything feels frozen. Holding pattern. Same old same old day in day out. Numbness followed by desolation followed by apathy followed by despair.  A change is coming, though. I feel it. II. Vaccines are coming and once...

Mid-Conquer

Mid-Conquer

I. I did a live workshop yesterday for Pull, Paint, Pen with Kiala Givehand and even though I went into it with some trepidation (because I was in a lot of pain and people make me cry at the drop of a hat these days), it was *fabulous*. I taught a lesson on engaging...

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