The room is full but hushed. Around the edges cloaked figures are gathering, drawing in the energy, calming it, shaping it to flow smoothly around…
Category: Hearthspace
In 2013 a group of spirit explorers came together to walk the road trodden long ago by the seið-kona, vitki, volva and hagazissa. You might know…
One of my most prized possessions is a yellow cake box originally belonging to my grand-mother. Its lid is shaped with radiating grooves that, when…
Dark edge, thorn edge, reason’s edge. Beyond boundary stone and safe story. A place of hare and fox and healing herbs as yet unknown and…
Shaping, changing, racing. A God, so mortal, so fragile, so fearless. Prey of the wolf, sibling of the Sun. Rescuer of the weak. Lover of…
From the moment the umbilical cord is severed tendrils of wyrd invite our precious, newly birthed souls to forget their singular course. Here is your…
Loki, sitting cross-legged on top of a great stone wall. He’s laying on his back and laughing, laughing until he wheezes and his sides split…
…flow of story words coiling out of the flames… Soft glowing coals licked by golden tongues of flame. My hands wrapped around the warm, smooth…
Beneath the waves, beneath the waves. My boat is sailing beneath the waves. Where no flame burns and the streets are lit with gold and…
Ravaged lands bathed in blood. The cold and pitiless sky – sunless, moonless – is a shroud of black enveloping the world. Carcass after carcass…