Myth and legend entwine Glastonbury. Shops selling selling crystals, herbs, and various Pagan items fill the town. You can read my post about Glastonbury Abbey to see more about the legend of King Arthur’s alleged tomb. Today I want to… Continue Reading →
They called me the Changeling babe, Not quite a girl, not quite right. Through needle eyes I saw other realms and went wild dancing round finger trees. I jumped the Naiad, on a green bowing branch, and sang to the… Continue Reading →
There’s a worm at the bottom of the well, that curls in it’s unkind skin. The town around it whirls and ebbs, but it finds no peace within. There’s a worm at the bottom of the well and I can… Continue Reading →
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