Blood-Red Berries + Wild Fire
Dear Friend, Since I last wrote to you there’s been a shift from Scorpio to Sagittarius season. Autumn deepens, and the day I love most – the winter solstice...
Invocations + Unknown Pleasures
Dear Friend, I have been thinking deeply this week about invocation. I am working on my seasonal theory of storytelling, and I am currently focusing on...
Dreams + Transmissions
Dear Friend, I can’t wait for tomorrow’s Dreams + Transmissions event. I hope you will come along if you can. I will be celebrating the publication of The...
Fostering Creativity
Dear Friend, This week I wanted to share some creative projects I have been working on about fostering creativity. I recently read Claire Keegan’s novella,...
Fantasy and Internal Retreat
Dear Friend, Creativity doesn’t always arise from safety and ease. This week I have been thinking about artists whose singular fantasy worlds emerge...
Diving Into the Wreck
A couple of weeks ago, I was out walking when I heard the sound of a plane approaching very low in the sky. I began, without thinking, to run. So did a...
Winter Tomatoes
My friend told me that she had a dream about winter tomatoes; grey-green pebbles that wouldn't ripen. My initial interpretation of this image was that to...
Writing Isn't Always Safe
Ceremony has been on an unexpected hiatus for the last few months while I worked on a piece of writing that possessed me: a letter to loved ones that stated...
Love, Love I Have Hung Our Cave with Roses
I have always loved these lines from Sylvia Plath’s poem ‘Nick and the Candlestick’: Love, love,I have hung our cave with roses, With soft rugs— She was...