Hello and welcome, to a place where the improbable becomes the possible, where the  mundane becomes the divine, and where unexpected blessings become  common threads in the greater weaving of your life 

I’m Henrietta, five times mother, word alchemist, story maker and conjurer of creative analogue magic.

I forage plants from the hedges for medicine and food, paint, write, draw  and make dolls from recycled and local textiles. Increasingly I make time in my day for reverance and connection, both to myself, the land and beings around, and to the wider community

When I walk to fetch water, collect driftwood to heat my home from the beach down the road, or sit and work by candlelight at night, it feels as though I live in the past.  In some ways I do, but I also sit squarely in the maelstrom of our current existence.  

My life’s work is to inhabit the fragile intersection between the ancestral bone deep wisdom that flutters still, elusive and ephemeral in our souls; and the reality of our lived experience in 21st century bodies.

Within the threads of ancestral knowledge, lies the undeniable understanding of the proximity and power of a  greater consciousness and connectivity between us and all that is seen and unseen. 

For me, losing my eldest daughter Lily Rose when she was seven, was the catalyst  that alchemized grief and loss into an unfolding journey of awareness. Awareness of  a universe that brims with magic and possibility. Connection to a divinity which imbues every one of us whether we are 

Liminality has always been my natural state, existing around the edges, observing, and hiding behind plants . What I used to view as a social curse, I now embrace as a blessing from the fertile edge zone. In permaculture, the intersection of two diverse habitats or ‘edge zone’ is the place of unique and abundant biodiversity and productivity .

Now I am moving into a more esoteric liminality as a midwife to the newly birthing world  emerging from late stage capitalism, and the stranglehold of reason and digital dominance. 

Within the tawdry tangles of these ways of living, appear the tender buds of a new paradigm

With words, with slow mindful making, with prayer, journeying and a soul filled life in Nature, I am here for the transition.

Will you come too?