Three Twisted Knots

Not all those who wander are lost.

I should be used to it, really. Used to the way things appear and disappear and remake themselves. It is Faerie, after all. But that never stops me from just staring in raw wonder at some of the things that crop up. In the Sacred Grove, there’s a new faerie circle with lovely illuminated grass and mushrooms that, …

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Dear Gwyneth, I’ve begun this letter many times. Sometimes I even finish it. The first time, maybe even the first ten times, I wrote it, it started, continued, and ended with apologies. I think I’m past that now, which is one reason I hope that once I finish this letter, I may hit “send” and …

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We keep our darkness wrapped in light Enough to help us chart a course Through every obstacle in sight With all the courage we can force We keep our darkness wrapped in light. Wrapped in light (wrapped in light) Keep your darkness wrapped in light No-one wants to know the demons in your heart Wrapped in …

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Something alerted me today. Sometimes, the sounds in our magical forest are more than wind and birds, more than wolves and our own warriors. But it is hard to know where they come from. And so I scry. I make my way down to the scrying bowl, let the magic rise, toss in the appropriate herbs. …

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Autumn comes early here. Engeland is known for its early autumns and late, short summers. I tell people, if you like rain, you should come here. And please make a space for me in your nice, warm country with all the sunshine. This? Is a bus shelter. You’d hardly know it from the lack of signage …

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I first saw it from the treehouse. The morning sun split one tower away from the others. I guess Nathaniel had been out doing something at Mysthaven, because he wasn’t with me. There were so many things going on in Awenia, in my Faerie, just then: I was busy adding some things in to the book forest and …

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Don’t ask me why I decided to go camping by myself at Midsummer. I could have gone to any number of festivals, any number of pagan moots in London, but no. I borrowed my dad’s VW  caravan, this thing he’d modified like back in the 80s, and I drove up into Epping Forest, and I got as …

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My dreams grow more intense. I had the most haunting dream the other night, and I wasn’t sure about all the messages there seemed to be in it at the time, but now I think it must be about protection, and unity.         I was standing in a place that I knew to …

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