and heeding the heart song
8 years ago i followed the tiny breadcrumbs my heart was leaving around. I was just learning to do this work- this joy work- digging myself out of the depression of survival as a single mother of two/full-time student/ restaurant server.

I was dreaming about mushrooms, and foraging for them in the sub-and-urban places i was living.

I found amanita muscaria along a busy road- a sign of changes.I found psilocybe cyanenses during a desperate break from a shift as a server during the sunset, in the woodchips by the restaurant, a sign of hidden dimensions all around me, waiting to be discovered.




The mushroom led me to a new reality where i lived in the woods with the fiery love of my life, a wild mycologist who has wrapped me in their arms and showed me all the magical places in the hills mountains valleys and forests to mushroom hunt-
And wander among wildflower meadows.

*This happened nearly overnight, when i said YES. when i reached out to a facebook acquaintance i once had a crush on in a community college humanities class turned state-wide mushroom expert and commercial forager.
I practically begged- “could you please let me tag along on your next mushroom hunt?”
I had just woken up from a dream where the forest floor was crunching beneath my feet, a basket in my hand, when i messaged this person.*

One day high in the mountains with the chorus of thunder and wildflowers and laughter we made vows to each other and my sister married us. (click here to read the *wedding post*)

6 years later we brought our 3 year old wildflower mushroom finder daughter-

The brightest jewel of our heart’s and wild love. I wanted her to see where she came from:


Born of summer wildflowers and mushroom dreams- dreams that show the deepest burning of the heart- of desires of freedom and true joy-


Happiest 6 years of matrimonial bliss/realness to my wildcat lover-

We live in the woods with the trees and bears and raise our children and tend our garden and young fruit trees.
We dream even bigger these days, with the faith that anything is possible.
In fungi and flora and heart we trust.
what do you love? what breadcrumbs are your heart leaving for you to find?
with the flowers and the tiny wildflower gnome,
dolly <3


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