Is anyone here and using Bluesky? Trying to decide whether to put my limited energy online!
Posts by Siân E Powell〓〓🏴
Last year I just brought in most of my sea glass in the summer holidays for the children to enjoy in their arts and crafts. I’ll do the same this year but it would be nice to do some little arty projects with it myself as well!
In about one hour!!
Sea glass hunting with Mr Bailey
Going to make a concentrated effort to haul more of my social media self over onto me for now. Meta is pissing me off.
It’s really scary :( I’m trying to find all my American friends on other apps but so many connections potentially lost. Communities severed. It’s so authoritarian.
Hiya mate!!! Xx
Hoping to find some of my American friends on here who have left TikTok!! I’m Cornish/celtic_sian on there otherwise known as “The Goblin Queen” 🙈I don’t want to lose all of my buddies!
Oh wonderful! ☺️ I’ve just written my little column for the spring edition. Excited to share more Cornish myths and legends!
Depends on whether you prefer beaches, coastal paths, woodlands or moors? 😁
I take my smelly doggy for lots of walks around beautiful Cornwall. I’m learning the Cornish language and am very proud to be from this wonderful little sea peninsula at the bottom of Britain.
Nice to meet you!
Last time I used this was 8 months ago but now that The Other Place has become effectively unusable I think I’m here to stay!
I’m Siân, a Cornish and Welsh storyteller and folklorist who runs the Celtic Myths and Legends podcast & works in a museum.
Joy is so important. Don’t mistake some people’s joy for ignorance. I cry & feel anxious & angry with huge world issues like human rights violations, the climate emergency etc. BUT - sometimes you need to feel joyous to widen your capacity to tackle the Big Bad Things in life.
Dusk flew in like a Corvid Prince from the old children’s stories. Black of wing and bright of eye. His wings were, of course, the slowly encroaching night. His eyes were the moon and stars who looked down upon the darkening marsh with a cold, regal indifference.
What the cunning folk of Hookland do on #NewYearsEve - year-walking. May your troubles not cross the threshold of midnight. May blessings walk down the lane to meet you in the coming year.
I made a playlist of all the episodes of Fabulous Folklore related to Christmas and New Year, if you're interested! open.spotify.com/playlist/0Sz...
My train read
Hi guys just a reminder that I made a short audio piece lovingly parodying community radio set in a world where Cornish mythic creatures are real & THEY are also pissed off about gentrification, xenophobic stereotypes & the struggles of day to day life!
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A little snowy break for Bailey’s walk today! 🥰 Cornwall rarely gets the snow but it’s always beautiful to see a little bit of it!
Oh I absolutely love the Gormenghast books. The castle and characters seem to have lodged themselves quite firmly into little nooks in my brain and they won’t leave! I had some of the clearest pictures in my head reading this story. Fuchsia dancing alone, Swelter Vs Flay, the Twins 💀just incredible
Mine is very similar really. Hate the feeling of just having to surrender to it. Logically I know what it is, my body passing between two stages of sleep, but it doesn’t stop it terrifying me every single time! And sometimes ruins my sleep for week/s afterwards
I used to have it VERY regularly and I always know that I will get it every now and then. Mine is always a feeling of many hands gripping me and shaking me, and almost get this buzzing noise in my head & intense feeling of doom and dread. Weight on my chest. Will never get used to it!
If there is one single thing that the government should do it's this. There isn't a single human being in the UK who needs more than one house to live in. Second homes in areas like Devon and Cornwall are completely immoral as are Air B&Bs.
Tax wealth. It's only fair.
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I wonder if we leave a mark on the landscape in the same way it can leave a mark on us. At my worst health wise, but still determined to walk, I’d rely on Goss Moor’s flat paths to bring me healing. Definitely a bit of Goss Moor lodged in my soul now, but is there a bit of me on the moor?
This is the time of year when the primal urge to roam the coastal line of #Cornwall, dressed as a melancholy ghost searching for her lost lover at sea, reaches its ultimate peak. Or the compulsion to retreat into deepest darkest Kernow in search of the piskies almost overrides logical thought.