‘A Sylvan Yule’ A magical blend of live music, original and traditional tales, folklore and festive sparkle Amanda Edmiston Botanica Fabula: Posted on 17 December 2015 15:53 Just before I explore the tree stories, land legends and folklore that inspired it… I’m going to shamelessly plug next weeks lovely new session! Join us at 4pm…

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Love stories!

Valentines Day: Heather legends, Storytelling talks and sessions with adults…a great evening with Amicale I’ve been starting to concentrate on my plant stories again, officially I’m still on maternity leave following the birth of my second lovely bundle of gorgeousness last summer. Spending my days exploring new places with the new baba…being intrigued by trysting…

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British Award for Storytelling Excellence

barely stop myself twinkling at random people, friends who have claimed for years that I’m not really that fond of hugs have been stunned by my sudden love of cuddling them for the slightest reason, I’ve been remembering to tell people how much I appreciate them and generally been rather sweet recently, even if I…

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Solanaceae spotting and twisting tomato lycanthropes

It started weeks ago, before the flowers had blossomed a mere leaf or two haunted the path, the week of the story walk, a whiff of peanut butter, I got closer, drawn in, a plant with intention, pulled me closer, promising powers of seduction and sleep, the child balked…..gagged…..croaked ‘ evil peanut butter…..mummy what IS…

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P SAYS P AND Q SAYS Q….PERUSING PATHWAYS AND QUALITY QUESTIONS.

    …..we’ve been ‘wild learning’ and ‘wild fooding’ of late, the last school were punitive, authoritarian, overtly cowtowing to the kirk under the guise of modernity, mouthed words ill thought out of ‘others’….I prefer to be one of the others, so hearing their words if even the speakers did not we took them at…

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Tales of St Johns Wort…

I woke from a dream; a potent and distracting mix of jittery nerves, and dark fog like mist swirling through my head and fixing my body in a clay like position, frozen in sleep paralysis, not lifted  by the dark heavy cumulus nimbus ominous outside my window, where I’d hoped for April sunshine. My dream…

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