A reflection on the many threads of a life and practice finally beginning to meet, jewellery, art, motherhood, grief, alchemy, death, ritual and everything in between. Perhaps none of it was ever separate, perhaps it was/is my magnum opus...my great work!

As we come towards the end of the harvest season and closer to Samhain, I always feel the shift. The days are drawing in, the trees are letting go of their leaves, gardens are dying back, compost is turning, fires are being lit. Nature is beginning to turn herself inwards. Samhain is an ancient Gaelic festival and one of the traditional cross-quarter days, sitting at the threshold between autumn and winter. For many of us witches, it is our New Year. The ending of one cycle a