Sarah Snider
Bio
I am a great lover of poetry, magic, mystery and science. I am passionate about sharing what I know about herbs and herbal medicine.
She/Her
Stories (18/0)
Oculus
Frannie absently scratched at her neck disturbing the sweaty curls that stuck to it. The trail she walked was old but following the faint path allowed her the opportunity to think. The last week had been miserable, she was hot and hungry and filthy, but she was safe. Her days were filled with relentless walking and parched landscape, the nights were uncomfortable out in the open and the quality of sound in the darkness was fearful without the barrier that even a thin blanket would provide. She had hoped that at some point she might find some linens hanging on a line snapping cheerfully in a soft breeze, but the intense humidity kept the clothes lines empty. This disappointment had Frannie wrinkling her brow and deciding her number one priority was to find a place to shelter.
By Sarah Snider2 years ago in Fiction
Tarot of the Poets: Cups
-The Suit Of Cups- The story of cups is the story of the heart. The story of our emotions; how they help us, hurt us, free us, doom us. Relationships are inevitable, the suit of cups is our guide to understanding them. Remember that not all relationships are romantic, and it's important to note the surrounding cards or situation to interpret the cards accurately. If you are reading with traditional playing cards, the suit of Hearts will represent the suit of Cups, I will make note what tarot cards correspond with face cards.
By Sarah Snider2 years ago in Longevity
Herbal Healing: Cooling Herbs for a World On Fire
There are many different reasons why our bodies heat up beyond our typical baseline temperature. Fevers, hot flashes, alcohol consumption, infections, excessive heat. I am grateful to know that there are easy to find and consume herbal allies that can help us relieve the heat in our bodies, allow us to sweat, and in general, cool off. In this article I'll explore a few commonly available herbs that support temperature regulation in the body and the best herb or sometimes formula for a specific issue.
By Sarah Snider2 years ago in Lifehack
Locket in the Scry
Clematis petals sparkle as you turn them in your hands. Icy violet, amethyst, plum. Once, in a moment of soft boredom, I pulled the flower tightly over my thumb and twisted it in the light-the shimmer was a secret world revealed. The remembering of it is a kindness.
By Sarah Snider2 years ago in Horror
Herb Wisdom, Women's Wisdom
It's always been a little dangerous being a wise woman. Dangerous in whatever the sense it's meant: intelligent, cunning, experienced, old, witchy. In the long ago past, it meant you walked the fine line between miracle worker and heretic. To know the natural world, to understand it and feel it and teach it was somehow a sin. To be a wise woman was to be valuable and vulnerable, to have a weapon trained against you at all times. Is it the same today? It's still dangerous for a woman to speak her truth, her experience, her wisdom. Depending on the subject she can be ostracized, re-traumatized, re-victimized, vilified-only now it's not just a village hurling offense, it's on a global scale. In this moment that judgement is on every phone, and computer and television and it's a stone that drags us all down away from the light. Sisters, let's light a candle of wisdom together. I want to fight this tide of indifference and skepticism and sensationalism. I want to bring back the old ways that mattered, that helped, that healed. It is my passion to preserve this women's tradition, our oral history. The history of every culture that translates perfectly because it is the language of the body and the spirit, it is our collective medicine story.
By Sarah Snider2 years ago in Motivation
Snip Stitch Snip
I majored in studio art in college, I had always loved being creative and it seemed like the right step to take. Painting, photography, printmaking, drawing-all these art forms were ones that I longed to be better at. I practiced hard and gained considerable skill, but to be honest, what I was the most exceptional at was the process. Sure, I could take a good photo, but I was better at developing the photographs. I could come up with a good idea for printmaking, but I excelled at the tightly controlled process of actually making the print. I thought it was more fashionable to be creative and come up with genre shattering ideas. Skill always seemed like a silver medal, nice, but not great. This was also a time where I was exploring my place in the world without my parents directly at my side, seeing who I was in the scheme of things. After a little adjustment, it turned out I was a minty fresh feminist artist. There's a brashness that comes with that first step, a kind of grabbing of rights, an insistence of recognition and equality. Those days are important to every woman that experiences them. It's the lighting of a fire. I shunned traditional female roles, don't want to cook? Don't. Don't want to wear skirts? #pantsforever. No bra? Done. Those first changes are like a vibration altering all facets of your life and sometimes are more black and white than they need to be. I don't judge that woman, she had sass. Art is a wonderful way to discover yourself. Art finds you on the surface-shimmering and obvious, and it finds you deep inside where you are sometimes afraid to look. I thought that my art had to reflect the new me, a visionary, someone who only looked forward and not back. Then an assignment came: use traditional "women's work" to express yourself. I was so angry about it because, to me, it meant that I would be turning back the clock on all the progress I had made and doing the things that I thought I wasn't supposed to do any more. I'd already thrown off those shackles, why the hell would I put them back on willingly? Sewing, knitting, crochet, that all seemed so anathema to me and the person I was becoming. It didn't matter that when I was younger, I found washing and ironing my mother's vintage doll clothes so pleasing. It didn't occur to me that designing art house clothing for my Barbie dolls and sewing them by hand was anti-feminist. I didn't even think about how my friends and I would make colorful scarves and skirts and bags and dresses so we could stand out in a sea of girls dressed in clothes from The Limited. No, this project, for some reason, was a threat. I did it, of course, it was an assignment after all. Though I barely remember, I think I made boudoir pillows and embroidered witheringly sarcastic sayings about 'a woman's place' on them. *Dust Hands* Feminist mission accomplished.
By Sarah Snider2 years ago in Humans
