I haven't written on my blog in quite some time (obviously) but it has still been on my mind. Life, as life does, got ahead of me. Time, as it does, rushed forward. Suddenly, it seems, we are in mid-September and summer is stepping away. These last few months have felt the most consistently easy,…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – Spring/Summer 2022
Summer, oh summer. I'm writing this in mid-October. The fact that we are well into autumn is not lost on me, but that memo has been missed by Mother Nature. It took over two weeks of diving head on into October for the weather to finally, finally become autumnal. Cool, crisp, woodsmoke in the air.…
A few years ago I was in therapy for anxiety, and I'm in therapy again, and an area we worked on was getting myself to take into full consideration the present. To be more mindful in my day-to-day activities so that I would not be as crippled with anxiety over possibilities in the future. It…
The last I wrote was in April and per usual, the warmer weather drew me outdoors and away from indoor focuses. Gone were journals, left behind were crochet projects, and forgotten were embroideries. We finished the last of our jarred goods from last year's harvest and the snow finally melted. Environmentally, this year is something…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – Mid-Spring to Early Summer 2021
In Pagan traditions, August 1st is the celebration of the start of the harvest. It’s a time to remember that Autumn isn’t far off, even if you’re in the height of summer weather. This seems most appropriate in the Finger Lakes, as August seems to be all of that. We have the most inconsistent weather…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – End of Summer/Start of Autumn 2020
How are we here already? Autumn is my favorite season, one I deeply miss when it isn't present and eagerly look forward to the moment I hit my threshold for being constantly sweaty in the depths of summer. I appreciate and love every other season but autumn? That's perfection to me. And yet I am…
I have always been a morning bird. I think it's because I was born in the morning, my first breaths of my life in this world were with morning air and I completed my first day as the day completed itself. As a teen, when I had more time to do as I pleased, I…
In Virginia, August was the depth of summer. The hottest days, the highest of humidity made all the worse if a tropical storm or hurricane came winding up the coast. We had regular days where the heat index was over 100 and I wouldn't go outside if you paid me. The humidity was oppressive, choking…
It is odd to consider my previous post about the start of our social isolation and how, even with the world falling to pieces, I had such hope that we would return to normalcy by summer (even though I did not verbalize it to that extent in that post). I think, even back then, I…
Continue reading ➞ Wild & Precious Life – Summer Quarantine 2020
The Swedish tourism site describes Midsummer (Midsommar) as: The successful midsummer never-ending lunch party formula involves flowers in your hair, dancing around a pole, singing songs while drinking unsweetened, flavoured schnapps. And downing a whole load of pickled herring served with delightful new potatoes, chives and sour cream. All in all, a grand day out.Visit…
I write plenty of reflective pieces on this page but rarely give a life update. I suppose I leave that to those who happen to follow my Instagram, as I pen long captions for each photo I provide. But I feel at the same time there is this lack of personal day-to-day tales missing on…
In the mid-Atlantic, I could never truly differentiate between June, July and August other than the comings and goings of birthdays. The passage of time was unnoticed by the weather, hot and muggy as it was with the air pressing down on your skin whether it be in sun or shade, day or night. The…
Erica Rose Eberhart 