#EmilyCanting

For those skilled in nephomancy - divination by cloud or cloud-telling as it is called in Hookland - each day presents omen skies. – #EmilyCanting, 1982 #WitchSky

You stand at the edge of a cliff, salt-blasted grass at your feet. Ahead of you is the sea and a stretching away of rocky cliffs that offer no easy access to the shores little nooks. Tide froths and boils as it hits rocks. Gulls screech. Gulls gossip. Storm augury infects the sky.

Thresholds are engines of magic. The salt-hags thresholds are the cliffs she walks, the shore she strides. They transmute with each storm, each mutating tide. She must continually map them with her feet. Any talk of witchcraft that ignores such witchgraft is disingenuous. – #EmilyCanting #WitchSky

I am a witch. I'll never apologise for my slow navigations across the land. For each hedge offers wonders. Each path has it spirits, its talkative trees. I shall get to where I need to be at the pace of my curiosity and the nature's desire to hold me in its splendour. – #EmilyCanting #WitchSky