Pondering on the personal stories of others we carry within us and then tell ourselves, particularly those of the dead and people we have never met.

I'm not sure which woke me in the early hours of the morning, this dream or rather this story or the storm.

All I know is it is a tale that demands to be told.

Again and again and again, it loops infinitely till perhaps I/we hear its message.

I doesn't offer any satisfactory answers but at least it may have us asking the right questions.

This is an unedited recording, straight after it found me in the betwixt and between of sleep and wake.

A few of my thoughts on and my reading of The Emperor's New Clothes - a story by Hans Christian Andersen that seems written for our times.

A commonplace kind of special is the story of life in a tree in a city and what we don't always pay attention to, how we hoodwink ourselves but how everything can always come out right in the end, just in time for tea!

Exploring briefly the idea of having just one key, Chiron and Bluebeard

Blue clothing replaces a blue beard, whilst a bunch of keys becomes one missing key...

A Winter Solstice Invitation

Riffing on recognising the enchantment that can exist in our everyday life when it is mirrored back to us by a fairy tale.

I asked a friend to pick a random page number from the Virago Book of Witches and agreed to read whatever story it related to. It was this story, a story that instantly felt magic and power filled. What I loved too was the story held two very strong references to the day we had spent together just hours earlier.

Oracle Stories - I recommend them!

Just pick up any collection of tales and open at random. What do you need to hear right now?

Witch by The Faerytale Apothecary