Diverse Energy Works: DEW

11/11/2025

Join us this weekend!

You may bring any issue that you’d like help with and we will offer the unique systemic perspective of an attuned group entering the knowing field. It often is so surprising what we learn!

11/08/2025

Leaning into to My Purpose🌀✨

11/06/2025

Is it time to soften into some gentle self care? Join me at the Women’s Presencing Circle November 17th 6-7:30-details on event page🌀✨

11/03/2025

May it be so✨🌀💖☮️

word of the day 🥰

10/28/2025

This…

I'm the witch at the end of the road
The one with the medicine plants
Or what you call “all the weeds”
Remember though how I healed
Your friend with a bit of plantain
And that big ol’ leaf of comfrey

Purple shutters on a teal colored
House with a broom standing
Beside the front door with
Runes marks and carvings
Feathers of both Owl and Crow

Creations of a magickal blacksmith
Forged in fires of ancient alchemy
Stand guard and mark this space
As both protected and sacred

Come on, come through the gate
You know, the one wrapped in
Our lovely Passiflora Incarnata,
What you call passionflower

Do step gently as you pass through
This portal as the walk is lined
With many small beauty plants
Feel free to smell their heady
Aromas as you stroll on by

Did you see the garden with all
The medicine plants?

Can I name them?

Oh my, there’s Nettle and Motherwort,
More Plantain and St. John’s Wort,
Tulsi too so do stroke her gently and
Allow her essence to calm you

Don’t forget to say hi to Wood Betony,
Grandmother Mugwort and that healing
Winter balm, Monarda, aka Bee Balm

Oh look, there’s one of the cats
Right in the middle of the Catnip!
Oh, and another one or two or three
Oh my, cats are going to be high
You know, stoned and sleepy

That’s ok though and all is well

Come, lets have that tea
And maybe a sweet treat
As we speak the words of
Ancient plant magic and
Ancestral knowings that
Stir this old black cauldron

Come, as we draw runes and cards
Creating an offering, a gift to Her

Listen to the wisdom of the plants,
Woodland 'shrooms and mycorrhizal fungi,
All holding the information of the ages
All offering the healing power of Gaia

Listen as She holds us in this sacred space
This place filled with ancient gnosis freely
Given to all with open hearts and minds
All gifts, from the witch at the end of the road

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The Witch at the End of the Road, ©Arlene Bailey 2025
Art by Maartje van Dokkum/Mary Feywood, www.etsy.com/shop/MaryFeywood

10/28/2025

In person opportunity!

November Constellation Workshop - https://mailchi.mp/innerartsinstitute/jvxijm1me7-6745720

10/25/2025

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🌕 FULL BEAVER MOON November 5, 2025 — The Final Full Moon Before Winter 🦫❄️

Tonight, the sky glows with a golden light — the Beaver Moon rises high, marking the last full moon before winter.
Once, this was the time when beavers worked tirelessly, fortifying their dams before the rivers froze solid. Their determination and craft became the symbol of preparation, perseverance, and survival — a lesson whispered by nature itself.

✨ Under this glowing moon:
• The forests fall silent, the air turns crisp.
• Mist dances over the water, reflecting the light of the coming frost.
• And the beaver — nature’s little architect — reminds us to build, to prepare, and to endure.

🌕 When: November 5, 2025
🌍 Where: Visible worldwide — look east after sunset
💫 Why it matters: This moon signals the transition from autumn’s golden days to winter’s calm silence, the moment when nature exhales before the deep sleep.

Let its light inspire you tonight — to slow down, to reflect, and to build something

10/22/2025

Simply put💜

10/15/2025

Love this💖🕉️

THE ILLUSION OF IDENTITY

The moment you are born, labels begin to define you —
a name, a religion, a nationality, a gender, a race.
But pause for a moment and look within —
your soul carries none of these.

Before society told you who you are, you were simply awareness — pure, limitless, and free.
Over time, we begin to defend these man-made identities as if they define our worth.
We divide, we argue, we judge — forgetting that all these identities were only borrowed costumes for this human experience.

Beneath the skin, beyond the mind, there is no Hindu, no Muslim, no Christian, no rich, no poor —
only consciousness, the same breath of life flowing through all beings.

When you let go of the illusion of separation,
you don’t lose who you are — you find what you truly are.
And that truth is boundless, compassionate, and free from fear.

Be who your soul is — not what the world told you to be.