Whispers in the Wind

05/12/2025

Jackdaws cannot not make me smile!

Their chattering, their zooming air acrobatics, their cheeky characters.

Their glossy black wings, their grey/ silver flash - those mesmerising eyes which draw me into another realm entirely.

I love the energy of them incoming at dusk. Their murmurations under the moon, as the sun surrenders to her beams of utter delight.

My neighbours and friends 🩷

30/11/2025

The season speaks and the land is always speaking. Hazel catkins, here in November rather than their more usual Jan/Feb, and ‘sticky weed’, or ‘sticky Willy’ (giggles….snort), sunshine and rooks.

Our second season circle today was such joy! And such a joy ❤️ plus look at the dragon in the smoke!

We missed two of our women, but what magic ❤️

28/11/2025

Solitary time for me is not isolation or loneliness.

Being solitary sometimes is essential for my being.

I’ve been off with the otherness, the more-than-human, the unseen and the seen! And, actually - are we ever really alone?

I’ve been tucked away in a cottage amongst the Welsh hills, at the foot of the estuary with no one around, but absolutely surrounded by magic!

With a hound at my heels ❤️

26/11/2025

The pieces don’t all need to fit perfectly, the lines don’t have to be in formation. It can still be ‘right’, there can still be flow, softness, beauty.

I think beauty is the unusual, the non uniform, the unique. Our imagination and our creativity are such magical gifts 🩷

Look at all those beautiful stone creature beings, side to side - being beautiful.

23/11/2025

A day of Divination, the imagination being the gateway to igniting our divination sense/s.

A day of magic! Playfulness, child self, curiosity and the imaginal realm.

My heart sings.

Today was such a joy, so I’m running another Divination Magic workshop in January on the 18th - just 3 spaces, Drum Journey & Drumming circle is 31st Jan - both available to book at https://whisperscharlie.as.me/

17/11/2025

Perhaps I am becoming Rook. Maybe I already am part rook. Maybe, I always have been.

When I think about love, what love is, when I feel love, I also feel rook. So devoted to their rookery, to their nest site, where they bring new life.

So devoted to their community, their family groups, to each other.

So devoted to the moon ~ to be able to watch them sky dance under the waning sun and rising moon beams is a special kind of magic. To watch them sky dance through the seasons, the weather - everything ~ is magic to me. I am in awe of them, I always will be.

Having them as my neighbours is one of the greatest loves, the greatest magic and the greatest honour.

Knowing them so intimately, seeing into their world, their lives - every single day here, is a whole magic in her own right.

All my own artwork ❤️

16/11/2025

Really wonderful drum journey and drumming circle today filled with heart truths, creativity, letting imaginations dance and some clarity mixed in for good measure!

Thanks to the wonderful women who attended today, such a pleasure! 🩷

And then a friends wander in the sunshine which was blissful.

Next drum journey and drumming circle will be the end of January - I’ll open the booking soon x

10/11/2025

Same pony, same tree one photo taken in July and one in November. Colours change, leaves change, Pan’s coat changes, the weather changes. But this place stays - these moments in time stay.

There is something about walking side by side with a pony, about my foot steps and his hoof beats. A meditation, a shift in consciousness, a timeline perhaps - an old type of magic in the here and now.

There is a path here - a thread - a strand which I am gently pulling and following to see where she goes. I don’t yet know fully what this magic is, but what I do know is, I am walking it with Pan.

A pack pony and a little woman. A pilgrimage. We’re seekers.

09/11/2025

A wonderful day of learning today, with wonderful women 🩷

A wonderful day of crystals in great company, Thank you 🙏💖✨️

05/11/2025

What is thrumming away in your imagination this super full moon? What magic is there, in the forgotten realm 🩷

The rooks and jackdaws have been here, at their rookery all day, sky dancing, chattering. A full moon ritual of their own to their nest site perhaps.

Their wings beating moon dust instead of air. Their feathers silver and gold, their circles in the sky outlined by dragons 🐉 joining them.

Moonbeams drifting in the clouds tonight, before she even rises. My heart longing for a time when we would have sent your eyes into the sky in search of stars, not fireworks. Where our ears searched for the softness of the darkness, not the bang and clatter of artificial noise.