To Sleep, Sleep.

In this companion tale to The Tea Leaf Pact, we meet Nell in the days before she became the quiet seer of the village, when her life was ordinary, and her sight still flickered at the edges. But something has stirred. The tea leaves are speaking, the wind is restless, and the old ways are waking again.Whispering From the Rowan Tree is an unfolding series of gentle mysteries and whispered wisdoms, where every story leaves a trace, and every character holds a key. Nell’s journey begins here and it’s only just begun.

Long before anyone spoke their names aloud, three women gathered and made a pact, sealed not in ink, but in tea leaves, silence, and sorrow. This is the beginning of the Lavender Ladies: part legend, part legacy, and very much alive in the village whispers still.Whispering From the Rowan Tree is an ongoing series of gently mysterious tales, where healing and wonder entwine like ivy. Each story is a quiet spell, steeped in intuition, memory, and a touch of something otherworldly.Come closer. The Rowan remembers.

I hope to return soon. Thankyou and take care.

The tale of my knee surgery.

Taking some care of the chakras.

Question?

Enter with me Caverns of peace, knowledge and wisdom to be at rest when you need to be calm.

A very om I'mtrue poem I found written by Lou Coghlan.

I have been told my last Christmas recording has no audio. So for safty's sake I imagined again. Maybe with some differences:)

A magical Christmas some real and a lot in my head. Merry Christmas everyone.