The Cailleach came to me in a dream the other night. This incredible hag—the first goddess, she who grants sovereignty, the ancients, the land—and I stood on a beach in a place that seemed at the edge of everything. Waves a thousand feet high rolled in like easy folds of velvet and washed the world…
Standing in the Appalachians of South Carolina was not on my list for 2023. However, a few weeks ago, I got a sobering call from my Dad. I expected the chat to be very warm and lovely, as our chats often are. This one broke me into pieces. His wife, Sharon, a mother figure in…
I remember debating, long ago, whether I should even bother going to Abbaye Royale de Fontevraud. It was a bit of a haul from my flat in Amboise in 2019. A train, then a bus. Almost six hours for 50km of travel. However, something kept nudging me. Spend the night in the former abbey. Walk…
I never expected to find a moment of self-discovery at 50. I intentionally stripped bare and ripped the layers of myself so far back to the very core, I was sure I’d die of exposure. By far, 2019 emerged as the most incredible year of my life. It was as self-discovery at 50 of a…