Mint, rosemary, and sage all do phenomenally indoors (rosemary especially).
Just make sure you’ve got the right size containers, and the right specifications for the plants.
- partial shade, but sun in the morning
- being away from heating elements such as radiators - it’ll dry out otherwise
- being well-drained, yet not dry. Don’t over-water!
- tip: don’t plant mint with anything else, give it its own pot. It’s invasive.
- being watered regularly and thoroughly, but let it dry out between waterings
- moderate temperatures, around 70°F or 21°C
- lots of space - it can grow rather large, it’s a strong little plant
- tip: However, if you find it’s not growing to your liking, take the rosemary to a pot just slightly too small. This will cause the root system to push out and the woody branches to grow upwards. The same goes for mint, actually. But NOT sage.
-Don’t do this more than once, though, and don’t keep it strained tight for too long: it stresses the poor rosemary out! Patience is more effective, if you have the time to wait.
- partial-full sun
- dry soil
- good air circulation
- well-drained soil. Don’t over water!
- tip: if you’re using it for magical puposes, don’t get a veriegated leaved cooking variety (this means the sage has green and yellow in its leaves). Go for the white sage (Salvia apiana), or common sage (Salvia officinalis).
As you can see, they’re all very specific plants, and take a lot more care than one might think.
One more thing: unless you want your plants to die early, always cut off the flowers when they start to mature. Flowering is a sign for the plants to soon end their life cycle. The longer you keep them in “adolescence”, the longer your plants will last.
I hope this helps!
It’s been a few hours, you’ve just been hanging there. You’ve been quiet, too quiet. Usually there’s music playing, or your foot steps could be heard. But today, you’re quiet. Your little sister, who doesn’t normally come to greet you because you lock yourself away, decides to see what you’re doing. She assumes you’re taking a nap, or doing some homework quietly. She runs up the stairs, eager to see, but she comes to an immediate halt. You’re not doing your homework, nor taking a nap. Your music isn’t playing and you aren’t walking around. You’re hanging there, completely still, now just like her. At this moment, her whole world shatters. Everything she has ever known, looked up to, loved, is hanging there by a thread. At this moment, her life has been changed forever. At this moment, she wishes she was hanging with you.
Before you decide to take your life, imagine who will find you. Imagine them walking into a room, and seeing you just hanging there. Whether it be your little sister, little brother, mother father, grandparents, a friend. Imagine what will happen when they find you. No, they will not say “Finally, they’re gone.” No, they will not say “I’m happy they did that.” No, they will not say “I never loved them anyways.” They will die. Their hearts will break. They will hurt, more than you ever could. They will cry, scream, and break down. They’ll believe it’s all just a dream, praying to wake up. Except, they won’t feel that for a few seconds, or a few days, not weeks, nor months. They will feel that until the day they die. Everyday will be hell. They’ll think of you ever second. They’ll hate themselves for not being able to help or save you. They’ll wish they could die too. They’ll want to give up, just to be with you. They won’t be ever be happy again. They won’t smile. They won’t go back to their daily routine. They’ll die every time they walk past your room, or see a picture of you, or think of a memory with you. They’ll think, but stay quiet. They’ll visit your grave, feeling a knife go through their chest every time. And every morning when they wake up, no matter how long it’s been, they’ll wake up to thinking they’ll see you, only to be let down once again. And every night, they will cry themselves to sleep, because even though they refuse to admit it, know you’re gone forever.
Before you decide to take your life, think of your family, burying you. Yes, your own mother and father are planning your funeral. It’s supposed to be the other way around, but it’s not. They’ll have to call the cops, sign a death certificate, pick out clothing, buy a tomb stone, a casket, pick out flower arrangements, and more; All for their child’s funeral. The morning of your funeral, everyone who loves you is wearing black. Tears are streaming down their face, while their heart is breaking. Everyone who you thought didn’t need you, or didn’t care, are waiting in line to see you. They aren’t waiting in line at a party, or a graduation, or at a wedding reception. They’re waiting to see you, hands folded, lifeless, in a casket.
Before you decide to take your life, think of everyone you will be hurting. Don’t you dare say no one, because absolutely everyone will be affected. Your grandparents, won’t have a grandchild anymore. Your parents, won’t have a child anymore. Your brother or sister, won’t have a sibling anymore. Your pet, won’t have an owner anymore. That person you sit next to in class, won’t feel your presence anymore. Your teacher, won’t have a student anymore. That time your grandparents told you no, will haunt them forever, thinking it is their fault, that you are now dead. That time your parents yelled at you, will haunt them forever, thinking if they didn’t yell at you, you would still be here. That time your sibling said they hated you, will hate themselves, because they believe you would still be alive if they said they loved you instead. Those kids who made you feel bad, will wish they were dead too, because if they just smiled at you instead, you would be here. That teacher that said you didn’t meet her expectations, will feel like a failure, because you would still be here, if she believed in you. Everyone, who has ever been in your presence, will hurt, because if they showed you they cared, you would still be here.
Before you decide to take your life, think. Don’t just think of yourself, think of the consequences for everyone else. No one’s life will be the same again. That person who God made specially for you, won’t have you. That happiness that was waiting for you, will never show again. Before you decide to take your life, realize that you may be ending your pain, but you’ll be starting a lifetime of everyone elses.
If you are feeling alone, and think that suicide is the only way out:
My ask is open, and I’m always here. I’ll never judge you. I’ll try to help you.
If you are thinking of taking your life, call:
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This post is mostly about my experience with the wolf as a prominent Spirit Animal. It may or may not be different for other people, but personally I find it beneficial to see how other people receive other spirit animals, particularly the wolf! Below is an excerpt from my Book of Shadows on wolves that I’ve decided to share.
Before I go on, one thing I’ve seen floating around the community is that it’s “stereotypical” for people to have wolves or sometimes ravens as spirit animals. Now, sure, just like with any religion, there will be stereotypes and people who claim certain things just to appear a certain way. But for people who actually have wolves or ravens as spirit animals, this can get frustrating. No one enjoys having their personal or spiritual aspects being discredited because of the stereotype. So for people who have been visited by the wolf or even the raven, respect their decisions to honor the animal!
I have writings on my personal connection with a specific wolf who visits me, but I will not include this here as it is very personal :)
Since birth, the wolf has been my spirit guide, my animal guide, my constant companion. Wolf has taught me to appreciate the value of family and friends and to respect the hierarchy of wise elders and those who treat you accordingly. Wolf continuously inspires and appears in my artwork and always reminds me to thrive in my talents and never squander what I have been given. From Wolf, I have learned to defend those around me and to protect those who are most loyal to me. Wolf teaches me to be the leader who is needed and to remember when to remain silent and learn when the time comes. I have learned to understand the raw beauty of nature through the Wolf and appreciate the moon and sun, stars and the wind in their barest forms, but also in their most beautiful and complex. To the wolf, all of nature is home and so shall it be for me. Wolf has taught me to keep my head held high and to remain strong, especially in the face of hardship and adversity. Wolf has shown me what it means to be elegant, yet fierce and determined, graceful, yet powerful. With the Wolf, I have learned to be myself and invoke that which surrounds me. With the Wolf, I will continue to learn and understand the raw power of nature and to respect that which I can and cannot understand.
In a broader sense, the Wolf has always been my spirit animal, my guide into the depths of nature and my soul. As a child, my immediate and immense fascination came from their unmeasured beauty and powerful stature. They were something everyone feared, yet I loved. I think this is part of the reason the wolf visited me to begin with, as a child. I loved them more than anything and harbored no fear. I was free to be guided by their loving and powerful medicine. I also believe my fascination with them came, in part, from my grandmother and her teachings on wolves, what little she knew of them or was willing to share. She loved to paint the Wolf and so the Wolf was already an intricate and spiritual aspect of our family, especially between me and my grandmother. We invited the wolf into our homes by respecting and honoring it with our artwork. To draw an animal is to honor, respect and invoke its medicine. Drawing the wolf brings about a spiritual “high”, a connection that strengthens the bond between two souls seeking out guidance, knowledge, and friendship. Much was learned and is still being learned from the Wolf through my artwork. Their eyes speak to me, so full of infinite knowledge and understanding of the world and all that occurs around us. They are the guardians of the Earth, the protectors of all who seek them and the spirit of the wild. Their howls are music, grand symphonies of nature which call to my soul. Wolf energy is fused with my own and guides me everyday along the path of my own choices, filled with Wolf medicine and love.
Much love )O(
I added the new crystal ball to my collection now, then I rearranged my altar accordingly. :)
This is beautiful. There’s just something about a crystal ball…
So I saw this article posted on tumblr and decided to take a read because the information inside sounded familiar. The article is about Indigo Children.
The more I read about it the more I found myself staring at the screen with my mouth open in awe. It described me exactly and I never really thought there were many who thought and felt like me. Lately I’ve been feeling a disconnect with people around me because they seem to be on a completely different level of understanding of the world than I am. After reading this, I realized that I’m an Indigo Child. If any one of you may feel like you are one or perhaps are not sure, I’d highly recommend this article.
I would love to have these