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A homecoming
I’ve just returned from visiting one of my spiritual homes, which is Whitby a seaside resort on the North Yorkshire Coast in the UK. This place calls to me and pulls me to its magical innards. I have lived here before in a previous life, I know it, I feel it. This is where Magdalana, the Nature Witch, the Tree Witch, the Herbal Witch was me. I have a piece of the jigsaw that is revealed and healed every time I visit. It’s comforting, but I know that there was heartache and tragedy here for me too.
Initiated at a young age, well versed in the realms of magic by the age of 13, I learnt to hone my skills in private. To be constantly vigilant of those that did not approve. Many of the details are still hazy, but they are coming back to me, bit by bit, as I learn to trust, as I learn to open up. What I know is that I had to conduct myself in secrecy and this inner conflict is something that I am currently feeling come very much to the surface.
The Approach
The approach to Whitby over the North Yorkshire Moors is nothing short of spectacular. The undulating hills, the pink tinged heather that stretches for miles and the gaping valleys that dip down into wonderous cauldrons of green and yellow and then rise up again.
As we get to this part of the journey I can’t but help belt out “Heathcliff, its me Kathy”, in my best Kate Bush impression as this is the setting for the evocative and intensly emotional novel by Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights. The moors can be both intoxicating, wild, unpredicatable and mesmerisingly beautiful.
The Attraction
Whitby is on some levels a typical British seaside town with its fish and chip shops, amusement arcades and a beach, which is always windswept, but clean and scenic. The North Sea is know for harnessing dynamic and dramatic weather patterns, which whip it up into a frenzy of froth and ‘splooshes’ which crash spectacularly against the sea defense.
It’s fun as you walk along the promenade with the brightly coloured beach huts to see if you can catch one of the ‘splooshes’ as they randomly hit the concrete deck. We haven’t been this time of year before and the tide remains too close to the shore for most of the day to get on the beach, but you can watch from a safe distance and be mesmerised all the same. I did miss being able to walk along the sand and have a paddle, but I spoke with mama sea and we talked about what needed to go and I received a good dose of her healing medicine.
Look out for this weeks The Natural Way podcast episode, which will be healing from the sea as I realised that harnessing this wonder of nature is one of the most powerful things we can do.
There is another worldly charm that attracts visitors here. It holds a certain crackle of magic, which draws the alternative. It has a large following of goth and steampunk enthusiasts, dedicated weekends are held annually and even if this isn’t your vibe, but you happen to be here at that time, it’s great to see all the costumes and if it is your thing it’s a place where you can feel safe and accepted.
With its cute independent shops and cafes, which include a few bookshops and a proud fishing tradition, which goes hand in hand with the RNLI (Royal National Lifeboat Institution) station, you get the sense of real community here. A charity run mostly by volunteers it provides vital rescue and safety services along the UK and Ireland coastlines as well as an esssential support for the River Thames in London.
Operating 24 hours, 7 days a week the RNLI launched its first lifeboat in 1824 and has saved more that 146,000 lives at sea.
The most famous visitor is Bram Stoker, who in 1890 visited Whitby and was inspired by the dramatic Abbey ruins, which looms over the town, windswept headlands and the presence of bats influencing his writing of the vampire's arrival in England.
The ruin of a once-great Benedictine monastery, founded in the 11th century it’s reached by 199 steps and nearby stands the ancient parish church of St Mary. It is easy to imagine as you walk around the graveyard with its gravestones eroded by the salty air how he would have got his inspiration, perhaps on a stormy evening with the mist rolling in from the sea.
What’s bubbling
Magic was definitely in the air and since I’ve been back things have started to come through for the Creative Magic Membership, which I think will be open in September. Let’s just say there is gold, rainbows, pyramids, flames and I suspect a whole lot more. I look forward to sharing with you over the coming months.
Blessings of love and magic,
Louise x
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I live on an island off the west coast of Canada but this is the second time in a few weeks that Whitby has found its way to me. Perhaps I need to visit this seaside town one day and find out what message is waiting for me there? It looks gorgeous - and I love the Bram Stoker connection!
"The undulating hills, the pink tinged heather that stretches for miles and the gaping valleys that dip down into wonderous cauldrons of green and yellow and then rise up again." Love this Louise, I could feel myself there...