“There is an ancient conversation going on between mosses and rocks,
poetry to be sure. About light and shadow and the drift of continents.
This is what has been called the “dialect of moss on stone - an
interface of immensity and minuteness, of past and present, softness
and hardness, stillness and vibrancy, yin and yan.” Robin Wall Kimmerer,
Gathering Moss: A Natural and Cultural History of Mosses
Moss on limestone, Bighorn National Forest, Wyoming
Foraging was a success yesterday! My best friend Maya and I didn’t find a lot but we found enough. Lobster mushrooms, slippery jacks, and one single cute wee puffball. We found some boletes we weren’t familiar with too, took a few home to identify and test. I also gathered some old mans beard moss.
This will again be a multichapter fic. I hope you guys like it enough to stay interested :)
It was a warm, spring’s day when Captain Steven Rogers, the leader of the Queen’s commandos, set foot towards the troubled black valley and beyond on Her Highness’ command. It was a direct violation of the ancient rule, a betrayal of the passed-down treaty between the isolated kingdom of Mannahatta and Brookeland; the one which promised solitude and trespassing of none into the former in exchange of the unparalleled metals of Mannahatta for the soldiers of Brookeland. Steve himself had heard and respected this treaty ever since he had been a young lad, too frail to lift a sword. It had been unquestioned and a little unexplained but the people of Brookeland weren’t always known to question their guardians. Young Steve, with his large azure eyes and a sharpened jaw from all the blows that cut it in the alleys, had asked his mother once about it. He had been dragged back from the borders of Brookeland by Bucky, who had not let go of Steve’s frayed collar till he had deposited the lad in his ma’s lap, frowning and glaring like Steve had personally grieved Bucky.
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Summary: In a bid for the power born of true love, King Arthur binds Emma to the broken blade Excalibur. Unbeknownst to him, Killian Jones is bound to the other half, having given himself over to the darkness in order to exact his revenge on Rumpelstiltskin. He frees Emma from King Arthur’s control, sparking the beginnings of war between Camelot and Misthaven, and a quest to rid her of the darkness. (No Curse AU)
Dawn broke, gentle and quiet, before Emma was convinced that
Mordred no longer followed close behind. Whatever curse he had cast, the
magic strange and unknowable to her, it did not seem to be able to follow them
on foot. From her perch on a fallen log – the dew, gathered on tufts of
moss, seeping into her trousers – she listened. The sounds of the forest
echoed brightly in her ears, no longer quite so intrusive. Droplets of
water coalesced at the crests of leaves, falling to the ground with a soft
thud. Birds all around began a tentative song, ruffling their feathers,
and picking away at the soggy bark of the mighty oaks. The breeze was
gentle, but steady, and the gnarled branches creaked as they swayed back and
forth. Water living deep in the earth wound patiently through the soil,
rising to feed the stream below her feet. Smooth pebbles and boulders
tumbled easily through the water, slicked over with algae. It was a
pleasant chorus, atonal but synchronized, growing louder as the sun angled
Yellowed Poem Sits Abandoned Smoking A Joint Cynic Like Cyanide
Nobody really cares for the craft
what spurns what churns what garners
the generic mass of words spewed
frothing at the seams of time
because pain is one and the same
love is a feeble fable of folly
gone are the truly impassioned
gems that survive the test of time
so like stones rolling gathering no moss
it’s laughable how much we ache
only to be forgotten when the next poem
comes skipping along
“Let all cats old enough to catch their own prey join here beneath the Highledge for a Clan meeting!” Firestar’s call rang out from across the clearing.
“That’ll be you in just a sunrise or two, Dovekit.” Whitewing’s tongue rasped gently over her ear. Dovekit’s sister, Ivykit, was already poking her head out of the nursery, her tail fluffed and twitching with anxiety, while in the back of the nursery, Daisyflower and Poppytail, two of the resident queens, were napping.
“Oh no, we’re gonna be late!” Ivykit moaned. “Whitewing, please hurry! Dovekit’s fine already!”
Hey y’all! This one’s for all you Southern witches. This is actually a trick my grandmother taught me when I was little that I later adapted for witchcraft. Swamp witch that I am, it’s pretty intuitive stuff. All you really need is Spanish Moss and some anger or grief.
This is a spell for when you’re spitting mad. For when you can’t forgive. For when it’s been a week and you’re still looking for a fight. When you’ve cried all the tears you thought you had and still they keep coming. This is a spell for all you polite Southerners whose fingers are itching for that shotgun or failing that, that curse you’ve been dying to use.
Now Spanish Moss has a reputation for being used primarily in negative witchcraft. It’s used in curses, War Water, gris-gris, and in poppets and other sympathetic magic.
The reason for this is its absorbent properties. Spanish moss can absorb up to ten times its weight in water, and similarly, it soaks up magic and energy quite effectively. For our purposes, rather that use that to store negative energy for a curse, we’re going to use it help you get rid of all that anger or grief without actually taking it out on anyone.
⚜ Spanish Moss
⚜ Plastic Ziploc Bag
⚜ Pen and Paper
I’d like to start off by saying I’ve never had a problem with chiggers. I used to play with spanish moss all the time as a kid. I wore it like a wig, and not once did I get chigger bites. The reason for this is I generally pull the moss right off the tree. Chiggers don’t infest moss until it’s hit the ground, so if you stick to the stuff actually in the branches you should be fine.
⚜ Clean the Moss: For the more cautious, gather the spanish moss while wearing gloves and seal it in a plastic bag for a few days before use. (I’ve also heard microwaving it for a few minutes works.)
⚜ Gather up the Negative: Start off by holding the moss and meditating on the negativity you want to be rid of. This can be your own negative thoughts or exterior negative influences in your life.
⚜ Pin it Down: If it helps you, you can also write down on a slip of paper the thing or person that is bringing negativity to your life and wrap it into the strands of the moss.
⚜ Tell the Moss:
Press the moss to your lips and name all those things making you angry or sad. Focus on taking that negative energy and breathing it out into the moss. Let the moss soak it up. (My grandmother always told me to yell it as loud as I could, but if that’s not possible, do what works for you. Whisper it, say it, think it, write it.)
⚜ Give it Back: Once you’re done, take the moss and put it back on a tree secure enough that it will stay, but still with enough room to drape.
As the wind blows through the moss, it will take away all that anger or sorrow with it.