Thursday, February 14, 2019

make yourself yours

We each have our own paths, dreams, visions, creations, experiences and lessons as we live our lives. These are the things I journal about here on this web log, sometimes with long pauses in between. Lately I've been listening and dreaming about the coming year. What seeds to sow, projects to begin, commitments to make, books to read...and on and on it goes. And I find great pleasure in figuring out the best way for me to live a happy, authentic existence. It's a job we've all been assigned -- to make ourselves real.

I've begun stitching a little, on paper instead of cloth -- this image was part of a promotional postcard and the frame is just a cardboard box decoupaged with bits of book pages. She's very Brigid-like to me with her fiery hair.

When I looked for signs of life in the snowy garden the other day, I found a few new motherwort leaves that were perfect on my avocado toast. Motherwort isn't exactly a culinary herb but fresh anything has value. Only a month ago, there were still dandelions in the grass, but they've all disappeared now. This coming fall I vow to pot up and shelter a few dandelion and chive plants for winter use. 

Blanket stitching on another old postcard-turned-button-card.

I am intrigued by the Fire Goddess Brigid, forerunner of St. Brigid. Every year on her name-day, also known as Candlemas or Imbolc, I begin setting up a little tabletop Brigid altar. This year I included a Brigid image -- a little corn husk doll -- and instead of using plant material for my Brigid's cross, I wove a torn calendar page and inscribed it with various meditations (idea from here). The blue altar cloths were dyed with home-grown Japanese indigo. I still want to place a few more items on this altar -- some beeswax or a teeny-tiny jar of honey to represent all the activity about to resume in Nature, a little sun image for warmer days, and a lamb figurine for birth/rebirth. I am only touching on the surface of the Imbolc season here -- if you are so inclined to delve into the meaning or to explore the old ways and practices of Imbolc, there is still plenty of time. In the Celtic tradition Imbolc is three months long -- it begins now in late winter, goes through Spring Equinox and ends in late spring.

Homemade elderberry syrup poured over a waffle is possibly the best way I've found to take an immunity-boosting herbal medicine. 

As Imbolc is also the time to bless and potentize our seeds for spring planting, the basket of seeds serves as a symbol of good crops to come.

Pillows taken from other parts of the house over the holidays ended up all together on this bed -- a nice show of homemade and store bought. I have pretty good memories of the song You Are My Sunshine -- my mom sang it to us kids and my dad whistled it as he drove. It may or may not have been "their" song. As I always saw myself as being "the sunshine," the part about being taken away was concerning though -- please don't take my sunshine away. In my mind it was please don't take my Peggy away.

Nothing simpler or more wintry than glass cylinder candle holders slip-covered with white sweater sleeves.


The last of the Echinacea angustifolia tincture has been decanted and more must be made.

Little propagation vases filled with slips of plants brighten up dark spaces around the house -- sweet bay leaf, Laurus nobilis, and pink nerve plant, Fittonia albivenis here. I seem to have lost my knitting mojo, I knit the little candle mat over a year ago just as it was slipping away. I don't know where it has gone.

I'm enjoying walking our dog Talula on snowy days because we usually have the park to ourselves. Looking down, concentrating on being sure-footed on multi-layers of ice and snow -- my entire field of vision is such that I can imagine for just a moment that I live in another time and place. Maybe Finland or Sweden or even a mountaintop.

You need only to claim the events of your life to make yourself yours. When you truly possess all you have been and done, which may take some time, you are fierce with reality.  ~Florida Scott-Maxwell
Wishing you sunny days and blue snow blessings. xo


  1. you surround yourself with love and beauty xo

  2. So many layers of creativity and joy! The final quote says so much to me! Thank you for sharing you Peggy!

  3. You are my sunshine is a song I have embedded in my earliest memories. I think my mother sang it to me.
    From the Civil War time I think, but I could be wrong. It's about a sweetheart who is missing. The grouping of pillows is something I will do..... and the paper lined box frame--so simple and so easy.

    You fill me with sunshine.

  4. Peggy~ Your magic runs deep and rich. I come here and I am calmed. Thank you. Those sweater candles are the best! :) xo

  5. Thank you for blogging again. I wrote a comment yesterday--but it didn't get published--don't know why.
    You do a beautiful job of making us think and feel--lovely photos and thoughtful words.

  6. Hi Shalagh, I love that quote, too -- just got one of her books, The Measure of My Days, because of it -- a true wisewoman, I think. Thank you for being here!

  7. Hi Joanna, awwww, you are so nice, thanks so much! Says a lot that our mothers sang to us, doesn't it? People sang more then, I think...

  8. Hi Nancy, thank you -- I know how busy you are about now. Sending you happy homing vibes!

  9. Hi Janet, I always feel deep gratitude for your encouragement and in return please know that I wish you well.
    P.S. We just never know what will happen with Blogger...

  10. Really enjoyed your post Peggy... particularly about living our authentic life..I am still on that journey...I will need to google 'Brigid', she sounds fabulous.

  11. Hello Peggy...... I did a bit of research on Imbolc... Yes! It is a season. I've been walking around the yard, and so many things are happening right now, even though the ground is covered in ice! But all is melting, it will happen again maybe this week. Spring soon. I love the way you took a lovely piece of advertising and stitched it into a little piece of art. So lovely and smart! So many things in this post are inspiring......

  12. As always I find inspiration in the beauty of your surround, the clarity of your intention, and the power of your spiritual practices. I feel full as witness but also dull by comparison. Maybe even a little lost this year. So I take particular heart in the notion that all of us (all of us) can “make ourselves real.” Thank you for that!

  13. Hi Suzie, thank you and so nice to meet a fellow traveler! I feel like Brigid stays close all year long...

  14. Hi Dulcy, so glad you connected with the spirit of Imbolc. You probably have much more green growth where you live -- such an exciting time, isn't it? Very cold here again but there's a part of me that loves and embraces it, you can certainly feel your breath moving into and through your body! I'm watching for the witch hazel to bloom, but nothing so far, hope I didn't miss it...

  15. Hi Dee, thanks for your kind message. Your way with words inspires me more than you'll ever know.