Hello everyone. Wishing you a gentle Sunday. I hope this finds you warm and nourished. Thank you for being here and for subscribing to this page.
I would like to kick off my Substack with a story today. And the invitation is to huddle over the imaginal fire with a hot drink.
This story is called the Milk of Stars. It arrived in me late one night, fully formed, and found its shape on paper with the help of a cup of mead. It is inspired by various myths and by two dreams I had recently. And last but not least, it is blessed by the rhythmic snores of Ella the puggle that I’m looking after for the week and who is currently curled up beside me, herself in the dreaming.
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