Saying goodbye to home

MidRaeburn

The first time I really had to say goodbye to anywhere I'd called home was when I was 22 years old. It was January of 1993. Although I'd been away at university for three years, I hadn't actually moved out of my parents' home. The emotion I felt, spending my first night all alone in a strange room, cold and bare, in a house with people I'd barely met, shocked me. Of course, that was all just part of growing up, of finally becoming an adult: a necessary rite of passage. As we make our way … [Read more...]

Feeding the Sidhe

A full-grown elder tree Photo licensed under creative commons from

Back in 1998, before I moved to Scotland, I was a baby Witch living in Bath. I was reading all the gentle introductory books on Witchcraft I could find, and starting to put their exercises into practice. One of those books, I can't remember which, suggested beginning a relationship with the Sidhe – the beings most people refer to as 'faeries'.It recommended showing respect to elder trees – the dwellings of the Queen of Faery – and leaving silver coins in any hidden green space I could find. S … [Read more...]

Letting my inner country girl out

The place where I was born. High res version available from Probert Encyclopaedia

I was born in South London (pronounced “Saaarf Laarndun”), in the area of Lewisham -- you can't get much more urban than that -- and I was raised in England's second largest city, Birmingham. And yet, since adolescence, I've felt ill at ease with city life.Disaffected livingMy (limited) studies of French philosophy helped me to see I wasn't alone in this experience. Durkheim had a word for my situation: l'anomie – the feeling that I lacked community. Sartre had a word for it, too: la … [Read more...]


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