Category: Cornwall
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The Fool’s Journey: On Beginnings, Uncertainty, and the Wisdom of Not Knowing
The Fool, I suspect, would find our determination to impose order upon such experience rather amusing.
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From the Grimoire of Sylvia Moon
But if the old stories preserve any practical wisdom, it is that the Otherwold does not necssarily welcome those who seek it.
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Lillian Hartley: The Language Beneath the Language
“Yes, although folk memory is not an infallible recording device. It’s a process of selction, alteration, and reinvention.”
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Sylvia Moon: On the Unfortunate Business of Cursing
There are still occasions when a particularly disagreeable individual makes me think that a little magical correction might be beneficial.
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Sylvia Moon: The Language That Would Not Die
It was the language of bread and butter, quarrels and courtship, gossip and grief.
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The Tide That Remembers
Nevertheless, on a damp October morning, he found himself standing beside Sylvia and Lillian at the end of an old granite quay, watching fog settle over Falmouth harbour.
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The Woman Who Tried to Catch the Sea
“And yet every sailor who has ever crossed an ocean has carried a little of it home.”
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Lillian Hartley and Sylvia Moon on the Lost Land of Lyonesse, Robert Hunt, and the Hidden Foundations of Brindlemark
Hunt cites the Saxon Chronicle, which records that on the third before the Nones of November in 1099 — upon the first day of the new moon — the sea overflowed, destroying towns and drowning people, oxen, and sheep.
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Lillian Hartley and Sylvia Moon on How Red Tree, White Tree Echoes Through Their Own Stories
Reading it, I found myself recognising many of the same concerns that gradually emerged in our own stories, though perhaps we arrived at them from the opposite direction.
