Interesting article, thanks for sharing. I've haven't had a lucid dream yet.

Love this stone in St Ives Museum

First dandelion clocks of the year.

Here are some tips for recognizing a scam offer, authors:
1. Is it long?

I have gotten real cold offers from publishers. They tend to be three short, declarative sentences: Hi I'm so-and-so at such-and-such, we'd like to purchase X. Is that available?

NOT a gushy three-paragraph review.
(1 / ?)

Another vote for Stir of Echoes (1999). Overshadowed at the time by The Sixth Sense, it's very good on the psychology of (almost) seeing ghosts.

Fairy balls — Steemit There is a convention that maintains that belief in fairies, elves, trolls, and other similar supernatural beings are… by itsallfolklore

Fairy balls - these clay objects were created to distract piskies who come down the chimney to cause mischief.Instead, the piskie ball would entrance them, and they would dance around it until dawn,at which point they would disappear. steemit.com/history/@its... #FolkloreSunday

Checking out the woo books in the library.

"I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take part in massacres, and that the news of massacres of enemies is not to fill them with satisfaction or glee."

~ Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse 5

🌛🃏🌜A trickster Fae Pooka for #AprilFoolsDay!
#FairyTaleTuesday #WyrdWednesday #LegendaryWednesday

eek!

One of my feeds is glitchy but the rest are okay.

Surprisingly sound creative writing advice.

Dreamt I met Tom Petty. He told me he was building a house in Lancashire designed according to the Paracelsian concept of elementals.

I really want social media to be just this kind of thing for ever more

One of the half-human, half-deer headdresses found at the important Mesolithic site at Star Carr in North Yorkshire. Dating to around 9000 BC, this example is part of the collections at the British Museum. 📸 My own. #Mesolithic #StarrCarr #Archaeology

The Republic of Fife by Kathleen Jamie Higher than the craw-stepped gables of our institutes – chess-clubs, fanciers, reels & Strathspeys – the old kingdom of lum, with crowns agley. All birds will be citizens: banners of starlings; Jacobin crows – also: Sonny Jim Aitken, Special P.C. whose red face closed in polis cars utters terrible, ridiculous at his brother and sister citizens but we’re no feart, not of anyone with a tartan nameplate screwed to his door. Citizen also: the tall fellow I watched lash his yurt to the leafy earth, who lifted his chin to my greeting, roared AYE! as in YES! FOREVER! MYSELF! The very woods where my friend Isabel once saw a fairy, blue as a gas flame dancing on trees. All this close to the motorway where a citizen has dangled, maybe with a friend clutching his/her ankles to spray PAY NO POLL TAX on a flyover near to Abernethy, in whose tea rooms old Scots kings and bishops in mitres supped wi a lang spoon. Citizens: our spires and doocoots institutes and tinkies’ benders, old Scots kings and dancing fairies give strength to my house on whose roof we can balance, carefully stand and see clear to the far off mountains, cities, rigs and gardens, Europe, Africa, the Forth and Tay bridges, even dare let go, lift our hands and wave to the waving citizens of all those other countries.

Kathleen Jamie’s poem “The Republic of Fife” (published in The Queen of Sheba, @bloodaxebooks.bsky.social 1994) mentions

The very woods where my friend Isabel
once saw a fairy, blue as a gas flame
dancing on trees…

Treadwell's is happy to be here at last. Bookshop at midnight. Haunted? Maybe, or maybe the books are alive and just waiting for the door to lock so they can be alone to come to life.

a fox running across fields and hills (right to left) with shadowy hill figures of foxes in the background moving from left to right. A crescent moon and stars. Linedrawing, watercolours, shades of midnight blue, foxredbrown and green, Maria Strutz

There are times when the hill figures of Hookland shift from their usual positions and go on sacred journeys. We may never know the purpose of these wanderings 🌖🌿🐾
@hookland.bsky.social

In Somerset they know fairies have to be treated with extreme care, at least

I've never heard of it either. Now I want to see it.

"Kilsey Nan, who ran a shop at Skipton, in the Yorkshire Dales, in the early nineteenth century. She…told fortunes by using 'her Guinea pig, and about half a pack of dirty cards.' Sadly, nobody recorded how."

Ronald Hutton, Triumph of the Moon

Tarot – Origins & Afterlives: Opening Soon at the Warburg Institute

Tarot exhibition opening soon at The Warburg Institute:
warburg.sas.ac.uk/news/tarot-o...

Going on a little whale-watching boat trip that includes breakfast, but the 4yo got her wires a little crossed and believes the whales will be serving us breakfast.

Latest read: "2012: Crossing the Bridge to the Future" by Mark Borax.

Partly a memoir, partly an account of the esoteric teachings of Ellias and Sara Lonsdale, including a key dream set in Atlantis.

Heard via Sam Oakwell talking about the book on the excellent Within Orb podcast.
#booksky

“In the first dream he had a fortnight ago he was simply looking at the photograph – or, the image in the photograph was his reality, as if he were Collins, and he was drifting out alone, the only man in the universe.” ~ Samantha Harvey, Orbital
#noveldreams

Venus swimming in the sea, holding her planet #venus #medieval #planet #astrology

Brian Froud's first meeting with Bowie convinced him that they'd chosen the right man to play the Goblin King. "It was in his dressing room," recalls Froud. "The workshop had made him a little flute out of bone, and I gave it to him. His immediate response was delight, and he leaped up onto the dressing table, crouched down, and played some notes. Behind him, I remember, he was framed by the light bulbs that go around the mirror. The dressing room was a prosaic place, but suddenly there was magic in the room! It was an astonishing transformation. Before me hunkered an evocation of Pan! My heart leaped and my instinct was to step back. Then David laughed his 'Bowie' laugh and climbed back down. The spell was broken and he was just David again—but I had momentarily been transported to an ancient mythological space, where fauns and satyrs were tangible. Our Goblin King was no longer a figment of our creative imaginings. "And I thought, 'Oh! We're going to be all right now’”

Brian Froud on how Bowie became an evocation of Pan as Jareth, the Goblin King.

📖: ‘Labyrinth, the Ultimate Visual History’

Murder rabbit!