The Hallowed Nook

30/11/2025

Whispers of Evergreen Resolve ~ Pine Folklore & Winter Magick 🌲❄️✨️

In the stillness of Winter, pine keeps its vow of evergreen flame.
A guardian tree, it held fast at doorways and crossroads, warding off malice and guiding wanderers through the frost.
Its needles sang in the cold wind, cutting through confusion, while its resin burned bright to cleanse and protect.
A spirit that stands when all else retreats.. the one that refuses to dim beneath the snow.

22/11/2025

🗝 Growth is never comfortable ⏳️ change comes for us all

31/10/2025

⏳️ The Wytches of the Thirteenth Hour ⏳️

(A Samhain Lullaby for the Tender-Dark)

We’re Wytches of the Thirteenth Hour ~ woo-oo
Streets lie hushed of all things seen ~ woo-oo
Time weaves threads through liminance,
The night hums low; the shadows dance,
We’re Wytches of the Thirteenth Hour ~ woo-oo

We keep the lanterns in the mist ~ woo-oo
Their glow a vow the dark permits ~ woo-oo
Every flame a soul the dusk once kissed,
Each spark a dream the dark reflects,
We’re Wytches of the Thirteenth Hour ~ woo-oo

The dawn creeps pale along the ground ~ woo-oo
Crows take flight, no trace, no sound ~ woo-oo
The smoke curls thin through cold-stilled air,
Of what we are, none know, few dare,
We’re Wytches of the Thirteenth Hour ~ woo-oo

The Hallowed Nook
Words © 2025 Liadán Hallow
Inspired by a fragment of a 1970s children’s rhyme, “We’re Witches of Halloween.”

16/10/2025

🍂🌺 Whisper of Ember & Resolve 🌺🍂

~ Where resilience learns to bloom again ~

Beneath the waning sun the dahlia stands, velvet-faced and secretive amid the fading green.
Born of storms yet unbowed, she blooms in beauty that borders on a warning.
In cottage lore she was kept for courage through the lean months,
her roots stored deep against frost, her flame-bright petals defying the dusk.
She reminds us that grace can be fierce, and that strength need not shout to be seen.

🗝 Her whisper this week: 🗝

Stand tall in your colours, even when the world dims.

The Hallowed Nook

10/10/2025

⏳️💀 The Road Remembers 💀⏳️

I lent her steel and trusted flame,
she drove off cloaked in borrowed name.
The lanes will whisper what she’s done;
a wytch’s road obeys no one.

The brambles know her scent and tread,
the crows will crown her guilt in red.
Each mile she makes, the mile will ache,
and echo truth for balance’s sake.

Let petrol sour, let mirrors crack,
let every turning lead her back.
For what she claimed was never hers,
a wytch’s calm, the key that stirs.

When dusk grows teeth and engines wane,
the road will hum my name again.
I stand where the lanterns burn,
illuminating truths she’ll never learn.

So speak the lanes, so hums the tar;
the wytch recalls what once was far.

07/10/2025

🍁🍂 Whisper Of Blood & Sleep 🍂🍁

Where grief & love take root again ~

Beneath the turning fields, the poppy blooms in the hush between worlds.
Sacred to Demeter, it flowered where her tears fell for Persephone,
a crimson echo of grief and love that endures through shadow.
Its petals fall like silent prayers along the barrow paths,
whispering that all endings are but the dark roots of return.

The Hallowed Nook

01/10/2025

Some words are caught, not made. This one came to me on October Eve, whispered in the mist. I thought it belonged to the old craft, but it was new.
This is its first record: Liminance. A word for the glow that carries us through shadow.
✨️⏳️✨️⏳️✨️

A Word born in the October fog. Liminance (noun): the dim glow carried through liminal spaces. Not a light that banishes the dark, but one that shows only the steps meant for you. First spoken at The Hallowed Nook, October Eve 2025.

29/09/2025

Everyone else can sip their spice. I’ll keep my pumpkins on the sill, where they glare properly at the night.

22/09/2025

🌰 Conker Lore for the Equinox

Conkers, the glossy horse chestnuts falling now beneath English trees, carry more than just childhood games. In old folklore they were gathered as charms of protection: slipped into pockets to ward off rheumatism, or placed on windowsills and in corners to guard the home from ill luck and wandering spirits.

As the nights begin to lengthen, the trees offer us these small, shining tokens, seasonal talismans of strength and balance for the darker half of the year.

Blessed Autumn Equinox. 🍂🌒

21/09/2025

The day before the Equinox always carries its own quiet enchantment. This morning unfolded with an unusual ease... the sort of stillness that feels like a gift. Doors and windows were opened wide, the air shifted, and the house seemed to breathe again.

I swept the fallen leaves into a pile and gathered conkers from the bottom of the garden for the altar, small tokens of the season’s shedding. The garden hummed with change, the cats followed me in their watchful way, and the atmosphere grew lighter with every task.

Now, with the dark moon above and the evening stretching quietly before me, I feel the house and my spirit both ready. Tomorrow, balance arrives; tonight, I rest in the calm before the turn.

10/09/2025

🌑✨ The Echo of 9/9/9 ✨🌑

Yesterday, the 9/9/9 threshold opened. A day of completions, endings, and release.
I thought I had missed it.

But magick has its own timing ⏳️

Instead of ritual flame or circle, my hands reached for thread.
Knot by knot, breath by breath, I wove a Wytches’ Ladder.

Each knot became a seal.
Each twist, a letting go.
Each binding closed a cycle quietly asking to be finished.

Nine, the number of endings was already there, folded into the work without me forcing it.
The portal found me, and I answered with thread.

🪢 May your endings be sealed with grace.
🕯️ May your beginnings be carried on woven breath.

🖤 The Hallowed Nook 🖤

📜 Whispered Lore ~
Wytches’ Ladders are old charms of knot-work and intention. Each knot is a vessel, sometimes for a spell, sometimes for a prayer, sometimes for a release.
They are ladders of breath and will, carrying the unseen into form.

09/09/2025

This week the Moon passes near Saturn & Neptune.
Old Sky Watchers called Saturn ~ 'The Slow Keeper of Time' ⏳️ Neptune ~ The Hidden Dreamer 🪞
When the Moon leans close, I do wonder what messages they trade above us. ✨️🍂