Hookland 3/4/21 8:28:04

We live in an age of signs and miracles. We live in an age of enchantments. Always have. It‰Ûªs just a lot easier to ignore them these days. Turn up the radio, turn up the TV. Shout at the politics of the other side. Drown magic with noise. – #DICallaghan‰Ûªs down the pub philosophy

Hookland 3/4/21 16:31:33

Many make a bargain to abandon childhood memories for the tawdry pleasures promised by passing into adulthood. I can‰Ûªt do that. I can‰Ûªt give up on those glimpses of mystery. I want to be puzzling on them when I am bed-stuck and 90. – Kim Redmayne

Hookland 3/4/21 19:27:49

The white chalk paths of the county, said by some to be the slithering scars of the worms of old, make a magical diagram beyond the charting of paper. The calcite ghosts of a marine age refuse all true knowing except by walking. – Tattoo Labyrinth Dave #WyrdWanderings https://t.co/6jQdAZido5

Hookland 3/4/21 21:10:50

Those gestures with stave, the parading of boundary you call superstition is firm faith of those who know nature has a secret ear to calls for rain. That mother of the Earth and her sisters welcome embassy announced in wren call, conducted in magpie charter. #SuperstitionSaturday

Hookland 3/4/21 23:17:11

Mist is erasure. Mist is an opening of the ways to the Otherworlds. Mist eats certainty. It is a delicious danger. – Katherine Gidding, Hookland artist, talking about her 1939 painting ‘Blackford Down Calling III’ https://t.co/4R6zGiBe54