Once upon a dark moon, a child was born. This was back when time was marked by stories and laughter instead of numbers and order. While her mother rested, the night gods cooed over the raven-haired girl and tucked blessings into her tiny fist. Any child born beneath a dark moon was also a child of the night gods. Nested by the sea, the girl lived a happy life. Yet, perhaps because she was the youngest of three sisters, all of whom inherited their mother's inky mane and sharp, watchful eyes, the girl born beneath the dark moon was curious and restless with wonder. She had yet to learn that eve ..read more

What does it mean to tell the bees? Many moons ago, magick was part of everyday life. Bees brewed honey and pollinated flowers, but they also worked as household psychopomps, fuzzy messengers that carried our stories between worlds. Back then, bees were not mere insects but divine couriers, and upon reaching important milestones, families toasted their good fortune with the hive. The buzzing might go on for days (the bees loved any excuse for a party), but once the hoopla died down, a team of pollinators would set out for lands unseen and deliver meaningful news to spirits long gone. Today, t ..read more

“Deer wisdom is tender and ticklish, and dare I say, sensitive.” She rubbed a chenille tassel against her face. “Sensitive to our hungers and curiosities, the stories that live in our heads, but we wouldn’t dare speak aloud.” — Madam Spider, The Deer Mother: A Little Witch Tale Mingling between the pages of winter are Yuletide tales and Midwinter myths. Mistletoe arches pledge romance to passersby, while carollers promise a visit from Santa, his sleigh filled with presents handcrafted by a brood of Christmastime elves. Between the pages of winter, feasts are laid out in honor of the Epiphany ..read more

The girl had heard the warnings: If she saw the Old One making her rounds this month, it was best to leave the hooded hag alone. The Old One had a quick temper, and if someone said the wrong thing, they'd be met with icy winds and sleet. The girl had heard the warnings, but she knew if she trod lightly, the Old One had a soft spot for good conversation. As the rumor went, the Old One knew everything. She was educated in magick and fate and the ways of fairies and the four-footed. She held the secrets of the horned huntresses, hoofed women, and the sisters holding the slippery reigns of time ..read more

Once upon a Harvest Moon, the miller made a wish:  “Make me a rich man,” he begged, eyes to the stars, “with more jewels in my home than wheat in my fields.”  The man was tired of working the family millstone, his soul ached even more than his bones. On that night, desperate, the miller petitioned the old gods. When Dionysus responded, pleasure seeker that he was, the man sighed in relief. The god agreed to shower him in gold and silver, so long as the miller agreed to one thing: “Give me what lay behind the millstone,” he said. “If you do that, all the riches will be yours.”  W ..read more

Alongside Persephone and the Fairies, join Little Witch and her coven for high tea with the hive. As you and the bees sip honeyed potions, Madam Spider spins riddles and Little Witch describes a curious dream - one about a moonstruck hare, moving at your own pace, and the origin of fairy tales ..read more