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Yew Tree Holistic, Canterbury (2025)

24/11/2025

I cartomance as a divine forecaster and not a teller of divine absolutes,

“Divine truths” are a loaded gun, making readings into absolutes will only ever leave us in agony of what is to come, or what has not yet landed. Hanging on the word of someone else will not get us very far toward the message that is “truly” intended.

For a reader cannot know nor work in absolutes of what is passed to them, nor can they deliver it with the crispness of how it was handed to them.

I am a reader as I am an advice giver, a teller of message that remains enwrapped in enigma just as much to me as it may to you.

We are all on a level playing field in the reading/healing/psychic space. No reader/healer/psychic is above or beyond you, ever.

A reader is a channel, a person, a device of symbolism passed on.

When you visit me for a reading, there is nothing said in concrete, for all is in a constant state of flux from moment to moment. We do not enter and exit the reading space in the same finite chamber, we have already adapted past the moment of message (whether we recognise this or not).

A reading is said in flux and is to stay in flux, washing and moving with you as you take in each fresh breath.

As the year comes to a close and people wish to know their next steps, keep all of the above in mind. We are constantly breaking through, starting new cycles at different moments to each other, we are constantly in a transitional state.

Whoever you seek the divine with, remember your place in the space is just as integral as theirs, as is your voice, thoughts and response to any offering.

16/11/2025

The Witches’ Well - West Firle

This sweet little well spring is tucked away in the tiny village of West Firle, a place fertile with enigma, tightly wound in woodland and wind.

I could feel in my body that it was ripe to be happened upon, I wandered pendulum in hand and floated where it pulled, over and over, ever closer, until there she was.

I spent a quiet moment kneeling at her chamber, before the owner of the property from which it rises pulled up next to me and imparted his knowledge on this sacred spot.

“It was said that witches were hung upside down in the well head to be drowned, but I like to think that is not true.”

We discussed how folklore is unreliable by nature, and conjured our own story off the back of the vibration the waters gave - that this was a space where a good witch, or several, ruminate and work the energy even still. Healing historically being delivered through the watery ways, space being opened here for a path forward, a well of blessings and tenderness - not persecution and fear.

The grate never used to be there he told me, dogs would frolic in the chamber and take laps of water. His dog stood at my feet, a sweet addition to the photos he took of me standing at his well. We both beamed at the marvel of it, he told me how the stream opens into a lake beyond the fields.

Such a wonderful find, and I’m so pleased the well and its owner happened upon my day.

13/11/2025

A thread of inspiration is woven from the west.

A land where the ley-lines vibrate at full intensity, where the connections are keen and undeniable. The west is somewhere that I find connection unbridled, the wind here evokes change.

The west will always leave me wanting, wishing, and believing in something more.

A short stay away has been so sweet, we will meet again, Stanton Drew.

Here I am drinking up the cold air and damp stone, feeling sleepy and grateful. Books are back open for readings, auras, healing, general mysticism and witchery. Dm to catch your slot.

28/10/2025

We are all our ancestors,

Carrying a torch, ever moving forwards with their legacies, traditions and pains stitched into the fabric of our being.

All Souls approaches steadily, a time to honour those who have transcended the spirit barrier. Some feel the energy is closer, more fervent. For me, the ancestral line is always near, tugging at my sleeve, asking to be unwound.

And so with time, delicate touch and an understanding hand, I unpick:

200 years of Hastings fishing-fleet family,

A garbled Romani ethnicity landed with me unexpectedly,

Pain of a matriarch suppressed, and a magic passed on,

Still with so much more to be sought out, dislodged, polished, tended, held.

I had the joy of being approached to share my Romani family story recently by the , leading to a lot of time spent writing, talking and tracing my Romani ancestors (known and unknown) with people who made sharing feel safe, steady and authentic. It wasn’t a quick and simple decision to take this on, there is still such tender touch to the subject of my Great Nanny, Gwen and her dissolution of our ethnicity. Gwen was bathed in complexity, the root of missing history, someone pushed to the bottom of her identity. The reverberation of hiding your true self, cultural customs, lineage and family members would have no doubt weighed heavy. I know discovering a hidden truth so large has thrown its own challenges to me, in a muted and internal way.

But brushing the cloak and dagger aside, Gwen saw in me something she felt compelled to pay forward. A line of mystic women, divination practitioners held strong throughout time.

If you’d like to hear my story, share in my words and unconventional experience, The Mint House will be displaying it until the 16th November.

Photos by the very talented - 📸

Slide 2 - Nanny hop picking in Kent, age 3. An annual family working-holiday.

Slide 3 - A collection of family photos, family and descendants of Gwen.

Slide 4 - Gwen’s talisman, prayer bracelet and gold bangle.

20/10/2025

Safety is in the surrounding,

Where do you shroud yourself, and within what?

Seeking safety is the continual act of showing up for your needs. Leading your energy where the nervous system can relinquish tension, ironing out the wrinkles of confinement.

I show up for myself each day now, I am led by my body and not by my whims.

Whims take us where there is a quick snap of gratification, but body led movement takes our nervous tendencies to the realm of safety.

It’s an every day assessment, continual checking in with the self, shaking hands with comfort and moulding your sweet spot.

We can achieve so much from a safe and comfortable distance, I won’t let it be said that discomfort has to constantly accompany growth.

Healing can lull into softness, softness is not a sign of weakness.

I won’t let softness be mistaken for weakness, not in you and not in me.

Soft healing is celebrated here.

12/10/2025

I have a lack of words this year, it’s been taxing to put thought to narrative.

Words for me have been halted by experience, intangible outings and connection unbridled. Writing holds power but it doesn’t always suffice, something will inevitably be lost in the translation.

When salving a nervous system that is finding its anchor, words lie still, internal, unspoken. I am clearing a hollow, stick in hand, pushing apart what has grown tangled. In this space, words aren’t needed.

A healing hollow does not need its creation witnessed by others to be true.

When the well of words is shallow, save the precious resource for what counts.

The dwindling light is here to bring stillness, retreat, reflection.

I’ll give you a sample of my stillness, without much context - context isn’t needed where I am going.

29/09/2025

Home is for the small treasures and tracing,

I listen for the deep hum at the core of the cliffs, the sea dragging and whistling, the scarcity of the sacred that is knotted amongst my sea-side home - bathed in complexity and memory.

Visions of the past have a habit of traipsing behind me here, it’s a silent confrontation. I’ve made many assessments and re-assessments the last two months. I flit between missing the old and relishing the new.

Letting go of the familiar will never be straight-forward, but I never believed in being put here to remain familiar.

When the day closes, when the barn owls flee their Fairlight roost, I know that throwing caution to the sea was the best move.

I want to reiterate my appreciation for all of you who have stood by and watched, kept in touch, checked in, chased me for my offerings and held me in the utmost confidence. Truly, thank you.

27/08/2025

It’s a lot of biding my time,

Slow living, slow working,

Revisiting, re-discovering (what’s within).

I haven’t pushed my work because this work isn’t to be pushed, it’s to be magnetised, drawn to and drawn from. Extended breaks are okay, whittling down your availability is okay, however you need to work right now is okay.

I’m around here and there, structure is something I have shed since moving. No more over-exertion in a bid to prove myself (to myself, and myself only).

I’m re-vitalising my magic, bringing the scarcity to the sacred, deliberately allowing myself time.

Moving is no small thing, especially when the move is a return shift. It’s unfolding familiarity with the changes. So much is different here now, so much is the same.

I’m around, I’m holding space, I’m just doing so in a smaller way. I’m also researching, attending, learning. Expanding my knowledge and slowly weaving it in - silent integration.

You can still find me, you can still ask me, you can still book me - just with less outpouring of availability/promotion/content that hollows small business out from the inside over time.

It’s difficult to keep buoyant in a sea of algorithmic nonsense.

I’d rather be biding my time, slow living, slow working; ensuring I can uphold my promise to deliver safety, holding and a healthy dose of mysticism.

21/08/2025

Intuition has always come naturally to me, I love using tarot cards as a springboard into the depths of someone’s energetic makeup - something about the tangible cards rising to meet the intangible projections of the person you are reading for - beyond magic.

There are so many methods of divination, and I truly believe every reader is different. There is a sense of individuality and flare that presents in each reader even if you are employing the same deck/s.

Tools of a reading are only 1% of the overall experience.

I personally work with an array of cards and bring into each reading psychic imagery that assists me in pulling through the crispest essence I can of you.

I have many visions, and attempt to translate them to you with full clarity and depth of meaning, purposive as ever that the message lands safely.

When exchanging with me for a reading, you are entering a ceremonial space - not a simple “vibe check”. I spend time preparing the space, selecting the accompanying deck that brings about confirmation of messages delivered from the ether. Every need and whim is accounted for, I am divinely directed to what oils, smells and settings I bring to the ritual. Each decision is conscious, determined, wilful.

No reading ever has the same presentation, for none of us present the same. There is no one size fits all here.

Working adaptively is important to me, I want to be a dynamic reader. A reader that is deserving of holding this space for people, because readings are vulnerable. It is an opening of the soul, a two way conversation.

So, if you’re seeking clarity, ceremony, confirmation and holding.. come find me.

20/08/2025

Water is connective, it brings cohesion where there are pieces separated through time and ware.

Water fills gaps, it rushes to our side and lifts, brings support - close - holding space in a way that nothing else ever could.

Water carries wishes, soaks our prayers into soil, floats our coins down to an earthy bed, swans our offerings down the steady stream and leaves every whisper, every petal, every fibre in its rightful place.

It lives a whole life, captures memory, recognises patterns and endures beyond any and all limitation.

When we embody water, we make space for emotional holding, endurance, surrender. Our energy carries us to our destination, giving in to our deeper needs and allowing the systematic ways in which we are directed to live, work, exist to pass us by.

One of the most important features of human survival, invite it in as vibration and see the path of healing ever unfold before you.

11/08/2025

Whisper to the earth,

Tell the flowers your secrets,

There is something here, within, that listens,
A breath that quietens when you speak.

Feel your body enveloped in the softest of soil, anchored down and safe - no constriction here.

Your confidentiality is guaranteed with the earthly heartbeat, the fae would not hear to whisper on the wind of your woes, the energy is passed root to root, expanding to allow the hands of many to hold you. A system of consciousness that we are born of and disintegrate into, an innate space where holding happens.

Letting slip from your body any and all discordant energy, to soak in the ground below.

A plain that knows each intricacy of your being, physical, mental, emotional.

Earth is a direct line of communication from nervous system to the physical field of being, capacity unlimited - provided you take care of earth in return for her fortunes.

Healing begins in the earth, and we push up against the sky in time.

05/08/2025

Ancestral ties are within all of us, the energy and experience we pass down to those who are born into the physical space.

Generations upon generations of memory that imprints itself into the fabric of our being. The pain inflicted that is passed on, the love we receive that shapes the ways in which we love others. We are engineered by the past, always. Knowingly or unknowingly, what we have seen/felt/heard and what has been seen/felt/heard before our earthly existence is the pestle that shapes and grinds, a factory line of our response, reaction, projection, identity.

I have been sinking into the ancestral footholds, living in my mother’s childhood bedroom, flicking through photo albums of not just my memories but the memories of my grandparents, and their parents and so on and so forth. An archive of fishermen who can’t swim and their mystic wives, land girls and navy sailors, tin bathtubs and the old town dialect.

With each sea-folk-tale shared, the strange superstitions of old, every moment of connection and reconnection to family members past and present, I feel more at home.

I see the ways in which ancestral tracing is affirming innate magic I always knew to be true, photo by photo, story by story. I understand precisely how and why I am the way I am. It has been worthwhile to set alight this connectivity, after a long time avoiding the generational trauma space.

Where there is pain there is also light, this is what I am noticing. For each trauma passed on there is a quality instilled.

Feeling thankful to the many who came before carving a path only I could tread.

A tiny town that holds the spirit of most every ancestor I have.

Feeling the warmest of welcomes home.

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