LADY BIRDS
In the hollow behind my childhood home lies a forked tree eaten away by termites. This giant dousing rod acted as the center for my childhood rituals and teenage rebellion, It became a safe haven to practice Tarot, forage herbs for tinctures, and sit to watch vultures culture around deer carcasses. 

There is a fine line between appreciation and worship, but this hollow allowed me a safe space to explore that line. There, I followed the Lady Birds, the femimine spirits of herbalism and Mother Gaia.