Taking you deep into the motivations behind our move back to the city.Read More
By combining plants and crystals into our beauty rituals we have the potential to continue the healing and transformative growth that crystals offer.Read More
Do you have a hard time using the word witch? This post is for you.Read More
Happy International Women's Day! Some countries celebrate this day as a national holiday, giving employed women a reprieve from their work life. But there are some women out there who never stop working, not even if her native country declares that she should.
Currently, my laptop is sitting in its go-to position on my lap, an Apple logo nearly imprinted on my leg. My son is weaved against me like the most intricate little scarf, and he's holding my iPhone, waiting for Paw Patrol to load on our shitty, country internet. He's not usually allowed on our phones, but I'm desperate to keep him quiet while we wait for dad to get milk in town, and I plug away at some of the things overdue on my list.Read More
Romance. There was a time when the word caused me to roll my eyes and exhale a sigh of mild disgust. And well, in a way, it still kind of does.Read More
Brett and I are high school sweethearts. We started dating just after we turned 17. Seventeen-year-old-me bleached my long hair blonde, loved schoolwork, and could hardly get out a sentence due to being painfully shy. Seventeen-year-old Brett loved making friends more than doing his homework, straightened his hair, and played bass guitar.Read More
I'm not sure if I would call myself a romantic person. I know that as I grow older, I definitely crave romance (or my idea of it) much more than I use to. When I was younger, I used to snuff the idea of romance - almost as if it were beneath me.
Oh how young I was.
Now I'm like, PLEASE OH GOD JUST RUB MY BACK I'LL DO ANYTHING.Read More
We're trying to do our part in promoting awareness around some of the over-harvested smoke cleansing items out there, primarily the ones that have become "trendy" in New Age spirituality. These trendy items are white sage, palo santo, rosewood and more, but we are focusing on these three, specifically, because these three are the ones we used to offer in our shop.Read More
My maiden name is Murdock. Nicole Murdock. An Indigenous name, for an Indigenous woman. Aboriginal. First Nations. Native. A full status Indian in the eyes of the Government of Canada thanks to the status card that I carry in my wallet. My dad is a Cree man from Manitoba; my mom, a half Ojibwe/half Irish woman from Ontario. This makes me three quarters Aboriginal and a quarter white.
But actually, I just feel white.Read More
Too often, women stay silent in the midst of great pain. We do it in an effort to be strong. We so badly want to be strong. We stay silent to protect the feelings or reputation of someone who caused us pain. We bottle up the wrongdoings of others and deposit them inside of ourselves, housing burdens that aren’t ours to carry. Maybe we want to protect ourselves from being reprimanded for speaking up. Maybe we fear looking self-indulgent or unappreciative. Weak. Ungrateful.
But there is strength in speaking up.Read More
The early transitions into winter have been very difficult on me mentally and emotionally. I always follow my personal rhythms at this time, but this year, there are some really deep internal shifts taking place, and I feel they are immensely important for me to talk about in a public space.Read More
Did you ever have an imaginary pet? I did. Except it wasn’t a pet.
...It was a fairy.
I have always heard intuitive readers talking about protecting themselves while giving readings, be that energetically projecting intentions, inviting their guides in for support, or literally smudging between sessions. As someone who talks about intuitive abilities on the regular, this isn't easy for me to admit. But. I have always thought the idea of energetically protecting yourself from others while giving readings was a little... meh.Read More
One of the best things about spending time at the lake or cottage with close friends is the great conversation had. And sometimes epiphanies are uncovered. I've had really rousing dialogue with some friends regarding our personal habits and how just one tiny difference can turn habits into luxurious treasured moments. This dissection of habits versus rituals is one of my favourite posts to date, and I'd love to hear what you think, too. Message me in the comments below!Read More
The string of moons come spring are my most favourite of the year. And while I would deem fall my absolute favourite season, the lunar grace after winter definitely holds my heart.
The encouraging Pink Moon. The romantic Flower Moon. The eager Strawberry Moon. They are the freeing breath after the heaviness of winter.
They remind me that we are always growing. We are always changing. Morphing. They remind me that even when the nights are cold, long and hard, spring is coming.Read More
I found writing the second half of this project for New Moon Project incredibly challenging. In Part One, I was exploring a fictional dialogue from the perspective of my current self. That was easy right? But for Part Two, I needed to immerse myself in the motivations, the expressions, the personality - the entire entity - of a fictional version of myself. And that second version of myself was going to have some strong opinions about the other person she was talking to.
I don't know how I come up with these things...
Once I got it out, I found it to be intensely therapeutic. It gave me a chance to really look at my life through another pair of eyes, and honestly, I got rather emotional about it. A couple times.
As always, let me know what you think!Read More
Ever since I first held my son, when he was still blue and stained with the fragments of labour, I knew I should be overwhelmed with gratitude that this little person existed. That he was able to look at me. That he was healthy. That I was able to hear someone I had birthed say, mama.
I wasn’t supposed to have children. But I didn’t want them anyway, and my doctors told me, “It’s going to be hard for you to conceive.” I had a childhood cancer that had my ovaries radiated and scarred. My fate was sealed.
Sometimes, I sit with my eyes closed, the vein in my forehead bulging and throbbing as I try to block out the “Mama!” cries happening in the other room. I tell myself I should be grateful. I should be grateful this little person exists.Read More
As one of my first contributions to New Moon Project, this really awesome monthly collaborative contribution/reflections from creative women all over the globe, I wrote a piece (really two pieces) of a fictional conversation I had with two versions of myself. It was so cool to write. So healing. So weird. So delightfully good.
I had no idea how this piece was going to turn out, but I wrote Part One as my current self, and Part Two as another version of myself... missing a very key experience from my past. At one point, our paths split, and the two versions are similar, yet very different. Both stories are from the first person perspective, a really challenging way to write, especially since it is the EXACT same conversation they exchange. However, perception, inner monologues, and a different way of viewing the world makes these two reads quite different.
I invite you to compare. I really did write the same dialogue twice.Read More