Wandering Witch

Making bread w/my Nana in Ireland | Feb. 2022

Arrietty inspired rooms

🍓  strawberries!

Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)

40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)

Excellent basic crochet video series

Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)

Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)

How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)

Another drawing character faces video

Literally my favorite art pose hack

Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??

Introduction to flying small aircrafts

French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding

Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)

Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)

Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)

Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:

Calculus 1 (full semester class)

Learn basic statistics (free textbook)

Introduction to college physics (free textbook)

Introduction to accounting (free textbook)

Learn a language:

Ancient Greek

Latin

Spanish

German

Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)

French

“Hills are on fire with color in the Alps” 🍁 by | Ryan Resatka

I don't think my animal 'funerals' were really about 'honoring' the animal or giving it 'a funeral that it deserves' as a thing of respect. As death is a natural phenomenon, a part of life, the decaying body is not a waste, it is part of the ecosystem and it nurishes the soil for new life.

I always had a huge fear of death, not of my own death, or seeing dead animal remains in the woods, but of losing family and friends.

As a little kid I already had insomnia, worrying about my mom and I would ask her difficult questions before going to bed; 'What do I do when you are all dead?'

It has caused me so much suffering for so many years. I would also spend nights rethinking what-if scenarios of my beloved dog dying and I had so many nightmares of him dying a horrible death.

I think growing up in an unstable family situation, was perhaps an aspect of my way of having a sense of control over things, by worrying endlessly and grieving something that hasn't happened yet so I could prepare for the worst.

When my dog was nearing his end, I felt a lot of grief, but there was also a huge sense of relief. I allowed myself to hold him till his last breath, allowed myself to be as close as possible, all that was left was love, so much love and by accepting it and being so close to Death, I felt at peace.

Death isn't pretty or painless. It smells, it rots. We can try to make death look alive, by making a corpse all dressed up and filled with chemicals to preserve it as if they are sleeping, but I feel that is denial of the impermanence that I think we need to experience, to see the it as it really is, and that there is beauty in that.