If you look in the deep green of the ivy, I’m probably in there having a drink with the spirits…
| One of the sacred spaces I make my home, I share it with my familiars, friends and family. It is home to the snakes that crawl over the top of my feet as I dance, the moles who peak from their mounds to hear my singing, the spiders who hunt in the foxglove and crows that caw and cry overhead. |
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