Loch Dorcha
The Intersection of Myth, Dreams and the Ancestral
Reader,
With the dance between warm and cold days, frost and rain and seeds breaking open into sprouts, spring is such a liminal time. And as every hedge witch knows, the liminal - the edges between this and that - is where magic happens.
No better time than spring, then, to talk about the space-between.
In this letter I’ll be writing on the intersectio…
