Hey Reader. Midsummer has always felt like a held breath. The sun reaches its highest point and the world seems to pause for just a moment, long and golden and full of possibility, before the slow turn back begins. In Wales, this time of year carries old names and older stories; bonfires lit on the hillsides, flowers laid at doorways, intentions spoken quietly into the warm night air. It's a season made for folklore, and I couldn't let it pass without a story to go with it. This month's short...

Time to catch up on what's been happening this past month, and see what's coming up. Hey Reader. A Midsummer Welcome June arrived the way it always does in the old stories, not with a knock, but with a slow, golden seep of light that stretched the evenings long and turned the hedgerows heavy with bloom. The ancients called this time Alban Hefin, the Light of the Shore, and marked the Solstice as a hinge between worlds, when the veil thinned just enough for magic to slip through the cracks....

Time to catch up on what's been happening this past month, and see what's coming up. Hey Reader. May has arrived in a soft rush of green hills, brighter evenings, and that sense of the year quietly shifting gears. It always feels like a month of movement as things are waking up properly, ideas stretching out into the light, and everywhere is a beautiful verdant green. 🌷 May Day has already been and gone, but I hope you had a wonderful day. Anyway, what else has happened since last we spoke,...