The Metaphysical Haberdashery

What do you do when a witch curses your butter? A little magic of your own, naturally. Discover the folklore behind carved butter prints, then try a simple teaspoon flower to protect—or just prettify—your butter. Practical magic, served with toast.

What happens when there is nothing you can do to fix someone else’s troubles? A journey with the rune Hagalaz led me to a family high in the mountains of Mexico, where a damaged crop, a bowl of chicken soup, a handful of nance and a seat in the dirt became a story about resourcefulness, dignity and the quiet gift of simply being with one another.

What happens when you stop trying to invent a story and simply pay attention to what appears? An experiment in imagination, intuition, consciousness, and the curious difference between creating an image and discovering one.

There’s a mysterious door behind the counter at the Metaphysical Haberdashery. One day, I decided to open it. Beyond it waited a forgotten room, old family letters, a silver necklace, and a garden where someone seemed to know I was coming.

A six-petalled flower stamped into butter to protect it from witches. The same ancient symbol covering a 17th-century church built to evangelize the Maya, thousands of miles away. Coincidence, decoration, protection, or something more? Sometimes pulling a thread in Scotland leads somewhere entirely unexpected in Yucatán. 🌼

I’ve spent much of my life exploring magic, yet some part of me has always been afraid to truly let people see that side of me. Then I walked into a courtyard at York Castle and experienced something that made that fear suddenly make sense. What if some of the fears we carry didn’t begin in this life?

Apparently, my microphone has gone rogue. While I was innocently attempting to create a new Facebook group, it quietly overruled me, renamed the group, and offered a suggestion of its own. The troubling part? It had a very good idea.

There is a peacock. I’m not sure where he resides, but he has a habit of appearing in the oddest places. At first, he was merely a running joke at The Metaphysical Haberdashery. Then I found a woven peacock in a tiny hotel in Yucatán. The next morning, another was waiting on my bed. Both were made of thread. And that is where things became interesting. 🦚🧵

I was innocently building my new website when an eccentric Victorian gentleman appeared in my imagination. The curious part? Chat had apparently met him first.

I think my website has a peacock running things, an eccentric store proprietor, and a rogue microphone in charge of building it. In truth, the whole process has become very Harry Potterish.