The Sweet Taste of Nostalgia

There is a very unique, Earthy, mysterious and dare-I-say Otherworldly smell that rises off of a pot of woolens boiling in a soup of forest plants... it is this scent that brings me back {{{carries me away}}} to another time, another place... it’s vapours wrap me in memory, infuse me in wonder, and spark a deep longing in my heart.
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It brings me back to a time, nearly a decade ago, where no mobile phone or computer pulled me out of presence. Where I sat many a’winters days aside open flame within the land of my first teacher in Ancient Arts. The echo of the endless rain bouncing off trees, leaves, shanty roofs—the frayed tarpaulins dancing with the wind...Stirring cauldrons of catkins, bark, lichens and mushrooms to be boiled up with woolens and silks for colour (mainly all the many shades of brown !) . .
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This was a time where every day felt timeless and eternal, no technology to distract, pull away, and forget with—just this moment...And through the many days of cold feet, damp jumpers, and frost covered bedding—there was also an incredible sense of vitality. The vitality that pulses through you like a great wing’id bird riding on the wind...
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As I sit here, now, within the spell—I see that in many ways, this magick and connection I felt during this time has been the rich soil & great guiding light for the many dreams and seedlings I continue to carry....✨🌿✨