Hey there! You got my invitation!
Updated: Sep 19
Way down yonder, just across the Chattahoochee, there’s a house at the edge of the woods where the porch light is always on, glowing against a haint blue ceiling and shutters.
Come through the door where you might find a cold pitcher of sun tea or a steaming cup of coffee on the kitchen table. One is sure to be sweet, the other spiked with something brewed beneath the magick of the moon. As we wander the house, we’ll discuss books, film, tarot, astrology, and probably a strange bit of folklore that’ll send us down a rabbit hole. We’ll share questions, and before you leave, I’ll reward your curiosity with a little gift.
This is The Haint Bluesletter, a monthly invitation into my home.
Every month, I’ll invite you to explore the thing that connects us all: story. And I don’t mean just the stories we write, but the stories we inherit, remember, imagine, discover, believe, and tell ourselves.
Come on in and sit for a spell. Beyond the welcome mat—turned backwards, of course. We don’t want to invite any Old Scratch across the threshold, right?—you’ll find:
We’ll start out with a little drink. And not your everyday lemonade or tea. If it’s cold out, I’ll whip-up something to warm our bones from the inside out. If it’s a scorcher, I’ll mix something refreshing, something to help loosin’ up our limbs until we don’t even care what the weather’s doing. No matter what I’m makin’, you better believe I’ll have a story to share about it.
I'll shuffle my cards and pull one (or a few) to help get us inspired. Sometimes we’ll tell the story we see in a single card, other times we’ll craft a spread, but every time we’ll discuss lessons we can learn.
For an additional layer of insight, we’ll look at what’s happening in the stars...and we’re not talkin’ your Granny’s horoscopes either. We’re going to dive deeper and get creative. The cards I’ll be using are my own, Mystic Storyteller Tarot. In fact, the ones pictured above are among my favorites in the deck... they include my hubby, my two sons, my two pitties, and little ol’ me.
Now, you haven’t been invited into a home in the South without hearing the phrase “long story short.” And, boy, will I have one.
I’ll try to keep it short, because I know you’re busy, but every time you come over, I’ll have a story to share. Sometimes it’ll start at the drink cart and mosey through the entire visit, twisting and turning as we go. Sometimes I might even spill a little tea about what I’m writing—or maybe even a personal story I shouldn’t tell but just can’t help myself.
Get ready because every time we meet, I’m sure to launch myself down a rabbit hole and share with you something I found that kept me up all night. Don’t worry, I won’t lose you. You’ll hear the sound of my voice and my footfalls. Now, if you hear more than one voice or someone else’s footsteps while we’re down there, RUN.
Just don’t spill your beverage. Never mind the carpet, I do hate wasting a good drink.
As we wrap-up our visit, be prepared for a good ol’ Southern goodbye. That’s when I’ll reward your curiosity with a gift to take with you as you leave. Sometimes it’ll be something I pulled directly from one of my shelves, other times your gift will be something I designed especially for your visit.
That’s about it, for now. Like I said, come on in and sit for a spell. I’m happy you’re here and that we get to share stories together.
If you’ve made it this far and still haven’t RSVP’d to my invitation, you can do that at the button below. Otherwise, I will see you soon!
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