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I really enjoyed this interview with the charismatic @eron_mazza84 where we discussed my future books and The Gusty Deep on #thewitchinghourpodcast https://www.instagram.com/p/CqB6dVLSfNk/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Last year our roses 🥀 and cherries were destroyed and all we raised was a crop of rats. This year 🌹🌼🌸 we have nothing to complain of. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cn3Pns-rSK8/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

The Bad Colour If you ever saw the M Night Shyamalan movie ‘The Village’ you might remember how red was called the bad colour... This is a story about foxgloves. When we moved to this property we were quickly pressured to begin the community effort to help destroy foxgloves. The first year I claimed we would only allow a small number of these beautiful flowers to live here. I laugh at this person I used to be. Reluctant to destroy these flowers I argued that there was no stopping them. By year three I began to realise ‘the bad colour’ had become our lord and master. By year four I watched helplessly, very sick, while they began to become our only surviving crop. Rats feeding on the chicken food, ate our apples and even our roses. These days, heading into year five on the property, I have learned some things. We fought the foxgloves on the beaches and the landing grounds. Not because I hate them but so the indigenous plants and animals could get the ground back. From the need to weed, take away opportunities from pests and sometimes kill them, I have learned there is no such thing as a low maintenance bush block. You can build a bolt hole for you and your people but you will have to fight invasive species (even if you are one, as the land doesn’t care about the finer points of your ideas on this), you will have to clear it, struggle with other creatures that want your food and otherwise get your hands dirty with the bad colour. #homestead #community #bushcraft https://www.instagram.com/p/Cm5YeJBLzoQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.

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‘It’s the hunger we all knew once when youth was hot in us…’ Wooing the Echo by Lee Morgan

Photographs by Rebecca Flynn

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Everything old is new again.

Sometimes getting over a hard thing requires a gift to the world. This book was my gift that I stitched together out of a great deal of troubles and my experiences with overcoming them. Every now and again I get a letter from someone saying it changed their spiritual world or even saved their life. It’s hard to know what to answer that with, beyond a sense of wordless gratitude that I survived and could pay some things forward. I wanted to write a book not just for #traditionalwitchcraft practitioners, but something that could be for any occult or spiritual person. #occult #witchcraft #healing #payingitforward https://www.instagram.com/p/CmsduAZrNn7/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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