salt and bark


Dog, Llamas, and the Salar de Uyuni Salt Flat, bolivia


I made four simple jars that correspond with the energy of earth, air, fire, and water!



Tree bark

🍃Seal with wax from a brown candle and green thread.



Bird feather
Leave some space in the jar for air!

🌬Seal with wax from a white candle and yellow thread



Black pepper
Red pepper
Burnt match head

🔥Seal with wax from a red candle and orange thread



Crushed Seashell
Amethyst chip

💧Seal with wax from a blue candle and blue thread

@windythegreat sent in : “ Prompt Witches that specialise in plants. Vines on her walls succulents hanging by window. Thank you so much for wonderful writing”

It starts with the poinsettia Carol hands to Sydney after Christmas. The leaves are bright red and green, the plant is healthy, but there’s something sour about the pot. She thinks it might be the wetness of the soil or the way the plastic wrapped around the pot is holding water on the bottom.

“Maybe you can use it,” Carol tells her, flapping a hand at the door. “For, you know, your…thing.”

My craft, Sydney corrects mentally. She smiles at Carol, understanding that her friend is being considerate in her own way, and climbs into her car. She’s not a big talker and she’s fortunate that she has friends who understand that. She can deal with her practice being relegated to “thing.”

Sydney takes the poinsettia home, takes the plastic off, and watches the water drain down the kitchen sink. She sniffs the soil and is oddly pleased. Less sour and more earthy.

She takes the plant with her to the bedroom, situating it in her bedroom window. She falls asleep admiring the red leaves.


After the poinsettia is the spider plant. This one is born out of necessity rather than happenstance, an intentional addition to her new home.

There’s a story behind this.

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Elemental Protection Charms

Protection charms often focus only on one form of protection, and that form is usually protection against bodily harm.

There are many others way that we need to protect ourselves to maintain our wellbeing. The four elements each can protect us in different ways based on their attributes, for example:

Air-black feathers, talons, evil eyes, cedar, sage, or cinnamon incense

Protection in travel, both literal and symbolic, such as transitions or changes in our lives which are often foreign or disorienting. It also protects against mis communication or harmful words or thoughts, both of which concern social interactions.

Earth-witch bottles, salt, birch bark, herbs of protection like basil, pepper, and garlic

This can provide protection for the home, again either literal or symbolic. The home may be your actual house, or something else which is important and held close to your heart and your identity. This protects against loss of that which is dear to you. Also, it protects against mental instability, loss of touch with reality, depression, or loss of focus because it is the element associated with grounding.

Fire-volcanic rock, obsidian, bones, arrowheads, knives

Provided physical protection from bodily harm and shields life energy. This is the most physical of all the elemental protections. It is concerned mainly with health, strength, and will to live. If you are about to get mugged on the street, this is the element that would save your life. It is the burst of adrenaline, the fight or flight response. It is strong and instinctual.

Water-crab claw, sea shells, salt water

This is the element of emotional protection. It protects against doubt, anxiety, self consciousness, fear, loneliness, and heartbreak. It is extremely important for long term health and maintenance. Our emotions impact our environment and every aspect of our lives. Without a shield or warding against negative energy, we can get in a very troubled state.

Tips for protection

Make a poppet for protection, filling it with protection herbs (earth) and adorning it items representing the other three elements such as small feathers, bones, and seashells.

Carve or write the rune symbol algiz on a bone and carry it in your pocket. This can be a common chicken bone. You could also do the same with deer antlers or trifurcated twigs from protective trees like birch or cedar.

When in a situation in which fear bodily harm, such as before doing a sport, or walking in an unsafe area of town, grip a volcanic rock or arrowhead and visualize cold hard armored walls raising around you.

Hang protective travel charms on your rearview mirror such as feathers and evil eyes. Or put them on a keychain and carry them with you so that it simultaneously works as a protector in social situations (works perfectly when you travel out of town for a dreaded family occasion).

Birch bark peels off of the birch tree like sheets of waxy coated paper. These papers can be used for all kinds of magickal purposes and spellwork, but their ideal use is in protective spells. You can use them to write protective sigils and runes, names of loved ones you want to protect, prayer to deities for protection, protective symbols like the seals of Solomon. They can be burned, buried, or sealed with wax. If you seal them with wax, you can fold them up into an envelope and stuff them with protective herbs and a tag lock before sealing.

Need protective charms?

We carry seashells, volcanic rock and other protective stones, birch bark, protective herbs, sea salt, and crab shells/claws (limited quantity). There are no listings for these items currently but we could create them if there is demand.

We can also acquire bottles for protection spells, bones, evil eye charms, cedar smudge sticks, palo santo wood, and arrowheads if there is an interest.

If you’d like to see those items in our store feel free to leave a message with us. We appreciate your feedback!

[ cake | rated; M ]

words: 5.7k (seventeen’s seokmin)

genre: smutty smut, includes thigh riding, some dirty talk and yeh basically u gon find out;)

synopsis: you finally get paired with lee seokmin for your cooking class, the assignment; to bake some cake. it seems simple enough or will you get distracted along the way? 

“Just add nothing more than a pinch of salt.”

A cloud of stream swirled through the air as you continuously lapped your wooden spoon through the mixture before you, an adequate blend of the finest herbs and spices wafting throughout your cooking station. Your partner looked around in utter confusion, his pupils darting across the ingredients sprawled out in front of him on the granite counter. Time was ticking by, and this soup needed to be complete and ready to serve in less than a minute.

“Goddammit, the salt is right there!” You barked snappishly, the tip of your finger angled towards a tablespoon of the grainy white substance.

“Now like I said before, we only need a pin-”

But your partner being the irrational and inexperienced person he was fell into a panic, your jaw hitting the floor as he completely dumped in the tablespoon of salt. You couldn’t even continue stirring the spoon, nothing but disbelief at what you just witnessed coursing through your body. This was one of your most important cooking assignments, your chances at receiving a scholarship for the culinary arts now shattering like glass. You quickly grabbed a hold of yourself and took to stirring the soup bubbling in the pot, the timer extremely close to dinging. A shallow spoonful of the creation you’d worked so hard on slipped past your parted lips and tingled on your tastebuds. It didn’t seem half bad at first, but then an explosion of salt went off like firecrackers in your mouth, an immediate sour expression sprouting across your features.

Your partner squeezed his forehead, the desperate gleam in his eyes growing dull, “Is it that bad?”

Is it that bad.

You simply chuckled at his question, but not the light hearted chuckle like you were buzzing about something your crush had just said, no it was a twisted chuckle, your fingers beginning to twitch.

“Let me think… Yes it is that bad, this is one of our last and most important cooking projects and you go panicking over a tablespoon of salt? Really, it’s the only thing you can taste the second after it touches your pallet, it’s horrible.” However it was too late to even attempt at saving your dish, a tattered sigh heaving from your chest as the teacher waited for her students to present their freshly made meals. She smiled and nodded in satisfaction after each bowl, your heart beating like a drum as it would soon be your turn.

“At least it looks good.” The voice that tickled your ears didn’t come from your partner, it came from the counter beside you, a preppy looking Lee Seokmin standing proud in front his signature soup. You wanted to slap that devilish grin off his beaming face, he was one of the best students in the class and your biggest competition for this scholarship. Everything he made was undoubtedly stunning and it didn’t hurt that the teacher had a soft spot for him.

“Shut it Seokmin, I really don’t need your half-assed compliments right now.” Your voice was low and gruff as you kept your eyes glued to the front, your fingernails pressing indents into your skin while your blood began to boil. It was pretty obvious you were screwed, you didn’t need anyone hinting at it.

“Yikes, relax a little, I’m just joking.” Your eyes flickered towards him in annoyance, though the face you saw wasn’t at all wearing the smirk from earlier. Seokmin’s voice came as a whisper, the words that tumbled from his lips leaving you with a small wisp of hope.

“Trust me, she knows you’re a good cook, you can make pretty much anything. She’ll probably give you a make up project.” You didn’t glance back at Seokmin, though you bit the inside of your cheek and nodded your head. It felt strange to receive an actual compliment from him, and not one that was laced with sarcasm. The strangeness soon melted into happiness. Seokmin could cook, he could bake, and he could create easily create his own unique dishes, so of course you felt better from hearing his words, though you would never admit it.

However your happiness didn’t delay the dreaded moment that soon fell into action, the soup still streaming from its shiny white bowl. Though the appearance was indeed appealing, the taste was a completely different story, your teachers face scrunching up after the first spoonful. The moment was nothing but shameful and embarrassing, her words slashing you like a blade.

“I expect better from you, Y/N. This was… Very disappointing.” Your partner got off scotch free, a careless look printed on his face as you shuffled back behind your counter. There was no point in making excuses, you should have taken care of the salt, that was all there was to it. Class ended on a high note with the teacher cheerfully applauding Seokmin and his partners dish, his wide pearly smile forcing a slight grin across your lips.

He’s really something, you thought, I would almost kill for that talent.

Class was coming to a close, a visible gloomy cloud lingering above your head as you tossed a few things into your bag. Today was a disaster, and now you were experiencing the consequences of it. Everyone had pretty much left except for Seokmin and a few other students, their voices nothing but static to your ears as you padded towards the door, that is until you heard your name being called, your body turning stiff. Shuffling backwards in the direction of your teachers desk, you paused, your eyebrow quirked.

“Yeah?” She glanced up at you, the fluorescent lights casting a glare in her glasses. Your teacher looked between you and Seokmin, the words you were hoping to hear not yet leaving her lips.

“Y/N I know it wasn’t your fault the soup I tasted was overly salty, I’ve been closely monitoring your performance in my class and I’m incredibly aware of your capabilities and what you’ve achieved. This project won’t affect your chances at the scholarship, you don’t deserve that.”

An immediate relief poured over you as your knees momentarily felt weak, a breathy gasp pushing from your chest at knowing you were still in her good books. Seokmin grinned at you, his eyes glowing with a soft warmth you hadn’t seen before.

“Thank you so much, I won’t disappoint you anymore, I promise.” Your teacher folded her hands together and reached into a tiny blue box on her desk, her nimble fingers flipping through an array of cards until she pulled one out. Seokmin didn’t look at all confused, instead he was leaning forwards while tapping his foot, like he was expecting what was coming next.

“One more thing. Seokmin has regularly completed a few of these for me, but I’m interested in how my two best students would fair in a little task together. I have two cakes I want made and delivered to this address by Sunday, and I’m hoping you can assist one another in creating them.”

For some reason you felt the squishy flesh of your cheeks begin to burn, your fingers tangling with the bottom of your sweater as you fumbled on a response. A chance to work with Seokmin would be something you had always secretly wanted coming true, his light chuckle ringing in the air the more you spluttered out your words.

“That would be great, I’m in.” You managed to say, your teacher clapping her hands together to close the deal. She handed you the flimsy white card and wiggled her finger for you to lean closer, her words a serious whisper.

“Think of this as a way to really come back from what happened today, even if you aren’t the most experience at baking, it follows many of the same rules as cooking.”

You pulled away and nodded, “I won’t let you down.”

Your arms were heavy with bags of ingredients you bought from the store, yet as you stumbled down the hall and towards the entrance to the cooking class, you felt nothing but pure excitement, an intense itch to get started. Your teacher was running late to monitor your work with Seokmin, your phone buzzing with her email. It didn’t bother you though, it was less pressure off the beginning of the assignment, a clear pathway paved for the rest to follow.

Seokmin was already setting his ingredients out on a counter near the back, his head popping up when he noticed your entry. A wide grin reached across his lips, one that made your heart lightly flutter as you let your bags collapse on the space next to his. Golden sunlight was splashing in from the windows, his tanned skin coming alive with a tender glow. You wondered why you never noticed his beauty before, the most you saw were his smooth actions in the kitchen and the upbeat attitude that followed. Not only would you be able to learn a lot of valuable tips from Seokmin, but maybe more about the person he was or wanted to be.

“Do you think you’re ready?” The boy asked while grabbing a large bowl, his eyes blinking at you warmly. Though there was excitement bubbling vividly in your veins, you were also feeling some burning nerves seep through as well, the thought of making a mistake and repeating the soup incident bringing a sour taste to your mouth.

“I just want to do well.” You mumbled. Seokmin watched as you spread out your ingredients across the granite countertop, the plastic bags drifting to your feet the more you emptied them. He knew you could cook and he knew you had experience with baking, he was feeling a little nervous himself, but mostly due to the fact he was alone with you. It was hard to concentrate on wiping down his station and fishing out all his measuring supplies when you gathered your hair into a ponytail, the elastic snug between your lips. There was a determined glint in your eyes and Seokmin felt his cheeks surge with a prickling heat at observing you, his chocolate orbs following the curve of your clothing that was tight against your body.

He suddenly remembered his station didn’t have a mixer, the final moments of preparation closing to an end. While you were occupied with nervously brushing over your ingredient list one final time, Seokmin slipped over to your side to look through the cupboards. You had no idea the boy was behind you as you shifted your weight from foot to foot, your eyes lurching to scan the counter when you thought you came across something you’d forgotten to buy. Seokmin turned around with the mixer he was searching for, his eyes suddenly widening when you stepped too far back, your body brushing with his. You snapped out of your consuming thoughts as a hand lightly slid along your waist and tapped your side, issuing that you had the poor boy backed against the cupboards. Seokmin felt the curve of your ass pushing into his centre, his teeth sinking into the plush flesh of his lower lip to try and contain the fire that was quickly spreading under his skin.

An embarrassed gasp slipped from your throat at awkwardly backing into Seokmin, the notebook clutched in your grip almost falling to the floor as his delicate fingers lightly pressed into your waist.

“Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t even see you move behind me.” The words stumbled from the tip of your tongue, an undeniable burning sensation bubbling in your stomach at the feeling of his hand roaming along your body. It definitely wasn’t something you ever thought would happen, your mind tempted to wander to a much darker place.

“Don’t worry about it.” Seokmin said nonchalantly, his head aimed towards the recipe scrawled across a slip of paper. You tried to focus on prepping your own station so you could start, but the moment you caught a glimpse of of the large rips covering Seokmin’s jeans, you were a goner. How could anyone contain themselves from thinking lewd thoughts when that light blue colour fit him so perfectly, the thickness to his thighs causing your eyes to pool with a glossy desire.

Focus Y/N! You have a cake to make!

It took a lot to break away from the hold you were falling into, but now wasn’t the time to be thirsting after the gorgeous guy in your cooking class. Your teacher still wouldn’t be here for at least half an hour and that left plenty of time to whip up the batter and create the chocolate frosting. You got to work, your focus now diverted to making the best cake possible. Every sprinkle of sugar, every pinch of salt, every drizzle of vanilla, all carefully measured and blended together to create the most fluffy yet rich batter you’d ever created. Clouds of flour were splattered across the apron fastened to your body, the powdery substance not being the only thing you’d spilt on yourself. Wiping your forehead with the back of your hand, you placed the glass dish into the oven, the timer now ticking down the minutes until your cake would be ready.

You cast a subtle look at Seokmin’s station. He too was about to place his cake in the oven, his batter being chocolate while yours was vanilla. It was in the order that had been scribbled on the card your teacher gave you the other day, the receiver of the cakes making it very clear they wanted their tastebuds blown away. While leaning against the wall next to the oven, you didn’t even realize you were licking your lips at the sight of Seokmin with his sleeves rolled up, his silky brown hair pushed back by his nimble fingers. He had a lot less flour scattered across his apron than you, and his station was a lot less messy. Clearing the lump in your throat, you buckled down and swiped up all the ingredients splashed over the granite, the heavenly sweet aromas of your cakes mingled together helping make the experience more enjoyable.

“Okay, now for the icing.” You sighed while tossing your notepad onto the centre of the counter. However, Seokmin had different plans as he undid the knot in his apron, the dark blue fabric peeling away from his body to yet again expose the sight of his muscular thighs. You tried not to look as the boy shuffled into one of his plastic bags and pulled out a container of buttercream frosting, his fingers edging around the lid to pop it off. You released a gasp,

“Lee Seokmin, you’re using store bought icing?” A chuckle bubbled from his chest as he tore the silver seal off, his finger dipping into thick, creamy substance.

“It’s not for the clients cake, I’m gonna use this for my brothers birthday. I washed my hands like 4 times.” He mumbled while his tongue peaked out to lick at the frosting. You did want to take a break. The cakes wouldn’t be out of the oven for awhile, and there was plenty of time to prepare the actual coating for them.

“Your brother must always get the short end of the stick then.” You teased, a few strands of hair loosening from your ponytail to tickle the sides of your face. Seokmin smirked as you folded your apron across a stool and came to join him, your back pressing into the edge of the counter while you dipped your finger into the container.

| things start getting spicy from below this point, have fun kids |

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I think the most agonizing part of the non-stop agony that is writing is when you can see it, hear it, /feel/ it in every way it can be felt but you just can’t say it


Hershey’s Hugs and Candy Canes. Fresh peppermint swirled with white and milk chocolate.

Salt And Peppermint Bark is a solid scrub and a shower gel. It has exfoliation as well as cleansing ingredients, a great all-in-one. Depending on how sensitive your skin is (especially to sea salt), this bar can be either very abrasive or quite gentle. If S&PB is too harsh for you, all you need is a lighter touch and more water. If, like I, you find the exfoliation to be barely-there, rub onto drier skin and apply more pressure. The bar as a whole melts fairly quickly in my opinion, only getting about 10-ish uses. However, depending on how you store and use it, S&PB can melt slower or quicker.

Christingle Review

This product is amazing! I really like the body conditioners in general because I like do everything possible in the shower and be done. So far the best one has been the Mother’s Day one, Yummy Mummy, but this is my new favorite.

It has all the benefits of all the other body conditioners. What makes this one different is the mint. With both peppermint and spearmint it has a fresh mint smell with just a hint of sweetness that make the scent more complex. It also gives your body a bit of a tingle when you use it. With the tingle and scent it is ideal for those mornings you need a bit of help waking up (which if you’re me is every morning).

I don’t usually like mint smells but the new mint products: Maypole, Salt and Peppermint bark, and Outback Mate are all different and more complex then pure mint and I enjoy each of them (especially together)!

A Grey Warden

Alistair would be a Grey Warden and he was overjoyed.

No longer would he have to study the Chant of Light, unless he wanted to for just himself.  No longer would he have a future of days filled with guard rotations, making sure no mages gave into demonic temptation.  No longer would he have to live a life forced upon him beyond his own will.  No longer would be be the bastard hidden away in the stables or the Chantry.

Join us, brothers and sisters.”

As Duncan began the ritual, Alistair looked at the faces of those surrounding him.  Only brothers here tonight.  Men from all walks of life, from all across Thedas.  He wondered what had brought them all to this.  He supposed he would find out after The Joining was completed, but he couldn’t help but let his mind wander as he studied each man.

Join us in the shadows where we stand vigilant.

The one closest to him had a military bearing: a soldier, a chevalier, or a noble retired after the war with Orlais?  He wondered, concocting his own story for the man.  The golden earrings and eyepatch of the next had Alistair wondering if he had been a pirate on the Amaranthine ocean.  He could almost picture the salt spray around him, barking orders at his crew.  He was fascinated by the thought that so many different paths had led them all here, standing before Duncan and others of the Grey Warden Order.

Join us as we carry the duty that can not be forsworn.

Alistair was first in the line, closest to Duncan and the silver goblet he held.  He would be a Grey Warden, a part of something of his choosing for the first time.

And should you perish, know that your sacrifice will not be forgotten.

He took the goblet from Duncan’s hands.

And that one day we shall join you.

And drank.

The mummies of monks (Sokushinbutsu) in Japan practised nyūjō (入定), which caused their own death by adhering to a wood eating diet made up of salt, nuts, seeds, roots, pine bark, and urushi tea. They were then buried alive in a pine-wood box full of salt connected by a tube for air and would ring a bell signaling they were alive. When the bell stopped ringing the air tube was removed.[6][7]

OMG OMG!!!! It’s finally here!!!

Everything looks and smells so amazing, why isn’t it time to go home yet, I just want to use all the things!!!!

Heebie Jeebie Bat set (LOM cream and Nightwing jelly-finally have Nightwing)
Firecracker gift set (Experimenter, Intergalactic, and Candy Mountain)
Salted Peppermint Bark
The Magic of Christmas reusable bar
Santa Baby
Yog Nog bath bomb
Santa Fun
Peeping Santa (melted white top)
Bar Humbug
5 Gold Rings
The Icing on the Cake Roulade
Santa’s Belly
Old Father Time

And samples of Snakes and Ladders Fun,the magic of Christmas Fun, Christingle, Fairy Dust and Dreamwash Roulade an amazing amount of samples!