Dropping-wells of fire, rich in streaming gold… 
One of the earliest memories I have of the Laburnum tree is of staring out of my parent’s bedroom window, watching the beautifully long and delicate racemes of bright yellow flowers,…
Crooked & Hidden Ways...
These are the ramblings of a Witch... A sensitive, a hedge-crosser, a diviner, an artist, a crafter... A scatterer of dusts, and a collector of dirts... A dancer at the crossroads, and faerie-friend...
You can find me over on My Blog, tweeting away on Twitter, or on Livejournal... Or if all else fails I'll be blending & brewing concoctions in the kitchen, gathering herbs, grinding bones or maybe even witching with the wild, Horned God at the crossroads...
For as long as I can remember I’ve been obsessed with religious art, especially Russian and Byzantine icons. I love to spend time wondering around old churches and art galleries, taking in…
Those of you who know me, follow my blog, twitter or have me as a friend on facebook, will know that on the weekends I rise before the crack of dawn. I sneak out of the house, leaving my…
Trying out my brand new phone’s Tumblr app… It’s pretty awesome!
“They often lurk in quite normal, familiar places. Just a little mound in a field which you pass every day, nothing particularly eldritch about it, no marker stones to warn you off. It might of course be an ancient burial mound, but on the other hand it might be a simple natural hillock. But if you lie down and press your ear to the ground, you hear faint music … Then one day it is standing open, and there They are. They are the Hidden People, the Underground Folk, the Good People, the Good Neighbours. Maybe they’ve come to do you a favour, or to ask for one. There’s no need to be frightened, is there?
Is there?
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