Though December’s Cold Moon has now passed, its potency has not; of this I cannot ignore. For, I – daughter of the Antique Hag …kith and kin to the bone gatherers-of-olde - do recognize in these energies…a message, meant especially for me. Foreshadowed in the late hours of two-thousand-and-twenty-three, its omnipresence lingers still; growing deeper and more potent as the minutes of two-thousand-and-twenty-four begin their ascent.

My Dearest Kith and Kin ~ Join me in welcoming Caitlin Gemmell of @icapturethestory to The Haunted Anthologies! Cait is a writer, poet, bookseller, and published author of magickal stories and novels. As my final guest of 2023, she joins us with a few of her Yuletide traditions. Find more of her enchanting musings on her newsletter Musings of a Selkie Witch !

P.S. I am especially excited about this because Cait and I chose to write on the same topic and share our articles on each other’s blogs on the very same day! So, I would be delighted if you visited Cait’s newsletter to read my article, The Whispering Bones of Winter, when you are finished reading hers here on The Haunted Anthologies. We hope you enjoy our musings!

The hollow of a woman haunts these late hours…on this New Moon night. Gazing into the eye of its shadows, we can see her ghostly form – and the hollow of another in her presence. Tis the ghost of her grandmother of a thousand grandmothers before, embracing the woman in her bony arms.

...whilst the mighty Wheel prepares to turn again, tenderly inching its way toward the Winter Solstice, my writing practice and I are instead awakening to the diverse rhythms of a formidable Spring.

My Dearest Kith and Kin ~ Please join me in welcoming my first guest, Claire of @a.daffodil.and.a.bee , to The Haunted Anthologies! Claire raises and homeschools her wild souls in the French countryside. With a passion for creating a slow, simple life aligned with the seasons, she endeavours to sprinkle empathy and curiosity into every facet of their lives.

I first met True Northology in the liminal hours between 2015 and 2016. As the clock struck midnight on that New Year’s Eve…the concept came to me in an awake dream (my ancestor’s doing, of this I now know), and has not left my side – though my path has veered.

Something has been brewing deep within the cauldron of my belly and I am finally ready to share it. In the coming weeks you will be witness to the unfurling of my story...and to the story of how The Whispering Bones came to be.