MAGIC FLOWERS BOOK
A blend of plant folklore and experimental memoir, Magic Flowers follows a magical young mother as she dares to love herself in a culture that uses shame to keep people quiet and unplugged from their own personal power.
Amongst heartbreak and tragedy, she finds support in plant allies, animal guides, ancestors, and kindred spirits seeking out authentic truths amongst the bullshit banalities of the patriarchy. But after suffering relentless losses that keep coming one after the next, she gets lost in the dark corners of grief and wonders if her magic is gone forever.
Set in the beautiful landscapes of the Pacific Northwest and packed with powerful rituals you can put to use in your own life, Magic Flowers is a prayer to the human heart that asks us to dare to love a thousand times—especially when we don’t know if we’ll ever bring some of our deepest desires to fruition.
“I received the book in the mail yesterday and was so excited to open it. It's an absolutely beautiful book - thoughtfully designed, beautiful drawings, and although I've only read a couple of chapters, I can tell that I will go back to it again and again to look at the artwork and the rituals. Thank you for creating this lovely book!” – Mary
“This book is a slice of fertile magic~ Transporting me into nooks and crannies of my past, awakening long-forgotten memories of awe, hope, pain and resilience. Vividly written to engage all the senses, Magic Flowers is a testament to the power of creativity, tenacity, and the wonder of the wide living world.” -T.A.W.
“Thank you for your vulnerability and sharing. I got this for my own grief journey which has led me to plant magick in my own life.” – Jill
“Buy the book—you won’t regret it, it’s stunning.” – Selena
“I just really love this book. I’ve been slowly savoring it, a page here and there and it is really special. I think if you are looking for something highly unusual, beautiful, and put together with great care, you will love it too.” – Laurie
Are you interested in carrying Magic Flowers in your retail space? Ordering 10 or more books for a book club or workshop? You can order now through Faire Marketplace, or send me an email to place a wholesale order.
BOOK EXCERPT FROM MAGIC FLOWERS
I was sitting on my back porch, heart pounding, limbs electric, tears streaming down my face.
I heaved a big breath in, then sighed it out, the last bit of air barely shaking out of me. I could see my breath curl like smoke in the shivering air, illuminated by the full moon shining down from the dark December sky.
What a shitty phone call. I felt so misunderstood. Like my grief was unworthy of empathy. Like what I was going through didn’t matter.
Like I didn’t matter.
That’s when she stepped out from the dark corner. The old silver crone, her long hair up in milk braids, dressed in a black flowing dress, dark grey wool tights and a well-worn midnight blue velvet suit jacket. The jewelry around her neck and fingers shimmered in the moonlight.
Her face was kind and empathetic, but I could tell she also didn’t fuck around. I got the sense that she was steadfast and lovely, and strong. When she looked at me, I instantly recognized her hazel eyes.
She pursed her lips for a moment, taking in an old forgotten memory. Then she clasped her hands together before speaking, all clear and confident waters.
“I know how much pain you’re in,” she said, taking the time to find the right words, “I know how much you need a lantern in the darkness right now. And I’m here to give you some perspective.”
She crouched down in front of me, and I looked down at her feet, sturdy and strong in an old pair of weathered black leather boots that creased around the curved edges of her feet. Physical proof of all the paths she walked down throughout her life. She held out her timeworn hands. I put my own hands in hers and closed my eyes.
Suddenly, we were flying.
Two owls traversing the winter sky.
- Christine Blystone, Excerpt from the book, Magic Flowers
