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Magic of the Poppet
Magic of the Poppet
By autumn my apothecary is at its fullest, and its most fragrant. All through the green months I am out with my baskets... and now the whole reckoning of that... Read more...
The Garland They Did Not Weave
The Garland They Did Not Weave
This one is about aging and becoming invisible. I am left on the edge... unseen, out of mind, second choice... Read more...
The Hall We Forgot We Built
The Hall We Forgot We Built
We were present, in the oldest and most human sense of that word… ragged and radiant and entirely real. Read more...
The Great Exhale
The Great Exhale
I woke before dawn today and couldn't say why. That peculiar pulling, like someone had laid a gentle hand on your shoulder in a dream. I went to the window... Read more...
Apologies with a Heavy Heart
Apologies with a Heavy Heart
An apology and a piece of my heart... Read more...
In the Afterlight of a Dream
In the Afterlight of a Dream
There are nights when sleep does not bring rest, but carries you somewhere else entirely… somewhere the world is lit by a bruised and peculiar light, the kind that gathers... Read more...
The Breath Beneath the Floorboards
The Breath Beneath the Floorboards
When homes remember, and how we speak back. Exploring the home as a living spiritual presence, drawing on Nordic house-spirit folklore and Victorian domestic magic to reveal how daily acts... Read more...
“Whispered Offerings: Hearth Magic and the Secret of Álfablót”
“Whispered Offerings: Hearth Magic and the Secret of Álfablót”
As November deepens and all warmth gathers round the flame, we honor the unseen keepers of the home and learn how to make the dark months shimmer with quiet magic. Read more...
The Dark Beneath the Loam
The Dark Beneath the Loam
There comes a season when the soul bends low,where even the crows fall silent... Read more...
Between the Veil and the Hearthfire
Between the Veil and the Hearthfire
When the world thins between autumn and winter, when fog lies like a shawl over the woods and the last apples hang like small moons, it becomes an honest time... Read more...
Lost Threads of Thought & Memory; Fibromyalgia & Creating
Lost Threads of Thought & Memory; Fibromyalgia & Creating
Fibro fog is one of the most hidden parts of my life with fibromyalgia... words slip away, thoughts scatter, and yet my hands still find meaning in craft. This post... Read more...
A Hearthside Tale of the Lady Elder
A Hearthside Tale of the Lady Elder
She’s a doorway, that one... a branch over the door, and malice can’t find the latch. A whistle from her twig, and your prayer flies straight up. But to sleep... Read more...