
A Meeting at Bright Eye Ravens, like the mist that curls around the Welsh mountains, have been present in this land for centuries. Dark, mysterious, and edged with knowing, they easily inspire tales of myth and magick. They are threshold beings—bridging sky and stone, life and death, seen and unseen. That’s where my encounter began:…

Pica Pica: Of shiny things and Human Folklore This isn’t a guide to hand-feeding or taming. It’s a practice in noticing. In challenging the stories we’ve inherited about who belongs and who threatens. To befriend a magpie is to meet the equinox in feathered form—black and white, wild and wise, keeper of thresholds. With their…

It began with a flicker—almost imperceptible—on the edge of a woodland path, where ramsons rise in spring and the river murmurs past the remains of an old beech wood. She hovered beside a lone buddleia, wings blurred into a hum that mimicked a bird but belonged to something smaller, something more akin to a fairy.…