a medicine or remedy in a specified formulation
A BOWLFUL FROM A SMALL CAULDRON
Sometime Stories for the Fully Fledged
Whimsical, tender, honey-sweetened medicines in manageable doses.
All goodness and sincerity without complications.
The Faerytale Apothecary quietly stepped out into the world at Beltane last year and it has been such an incredible journey so far, learning what works and what doesn't, naturally evolving with sometimes gentle nudges and other times steep learning curves.
Any of you who know the novel Chocolat by Joanne Harris will be familiar with the call of the North Wind, how when it arrives to knock at your door there is an almost inescapable need to follow it wherever it may wish to lead for there is never any way to know for sure. You know it from other winds, it has a special kind of quality to it, an insistant tug to it so that even when you sigh with relief as you hide under the covers that it is surely gone, bored of your hesitancy, you only lie to yourself, for it just anchors in even deeper, squirrels about in the murk pulling at long forgotten threads. Interestingly, it once led me to move to a place named after itself Ventnor - the North Wind and where, because of the landscape, the North Wind never reaches down to it, is blocked by a line of hills and it's potency dispersed.
Every so often, it's tug at my red cloak (a happy accident I had forgotten Vianne wore one) coincides with the smell of magicks that Autumn sweeps in with.
It is an interesting place to find oneself.
It isn't quite urging me to move from town to town, well, not this year at least, but more to not fix myself to any one single way of sharing the magicks of sacred stories for a time.
It dances about me with whispers of more story teas, of rattles singing stories, of woven story maps, of spell story cycles....this Wind-Magick hybrid is very excited with all it carries. I roll up my sleeves, I shake the dust from my apron, I rub my hands together with glee. Okay, I say, but maybe not all at once, maybe one small cauldron full at a time? The Wind-Magicks squint at me, sulk a little but agree, eventually...
And so, from the Autumn Equinox a new cycle of the Faerytale Apothecary begins, with no fixed destination merely a curiosity of what might happen when This and That are plucked from branches with a curtesy of thanks and stirred together just to see what might emerge.
It may be a never before seen something in search of a name, or an ancient of ancients something that to even think it's name may bring mayhem, it may be a reassuring something familiar and gentle. This is the realm of stories after all, there is never any sure way to tell, apart from the idea that always underpins it, to create a truly nurturing, nourishing experience, to deepen the sacred medicines of the stories and how they find us.
Starting on 22nd September with an Autum Batch of:
WILD HEART TEA OF COURAGE
The tea makes it's journey out resting in the arms of it's very own ritual and story, resuable cotton teabag, sealed with the golden apple and neatly wrapped up in a simple brown paper parcel tied up with string.
As much as is possible, all that is created or found for you is in harmony with our planet through the use of recycled materials, vegetable inks, carefully found repurposed treasures and such.
Please note: I am advised to let you know that this kind of therapeutic work must never be seen as a replacement for that of your GP and other medical professionals. It is law that I must display a notice informing you that offerings are for ‘entertainment purposes’ only.