Over twenty years ago, Gili took a job at the museum where I was the resident Blacksmith. Our shared passion for the ancient world, and our love of craft quickly sparked a relationship, and the adventure began!
The craft-oriented environment allowed us the time to learn and work with a variety of materials and gain skills that, while interesting, didn’t easily transfer into an average, modern workplace.
In 2011, the museum permanently closed its doors, and laid off its staff. We were devastated to lose our beloved jobs, but things soon took an even worse turn. Gili had been diagnosed with an aggressive breast cancer. We faced the most difficult period of our lives so far. During the year that followed, we learned a lot about digging deep, and how love can really pull you through.
After recovery, we both took new jobs. Gili found more museum work, and I divided my time between selling books and art in local stores and galleries, and I started a small consulting business. It sustained us, but we missed the satisfaction we'd felt when crafting daily. We started manifesting time to craft and travel and I began giving talks and workshops on runes and other topics close to my magickal heart.
Time passed, and we found small ways to make money by putting our passions to work. Small pagan gatherings led to Celtic and Medieval festivals, and soon we dared to wonder if making a living as artists was an achievable dream. Could we sustain ourselves by combining our love of art, history and magick?
In 2018, I took a leap of faith and created Albion Grove.
Today, like the ancient tales of the Faerie markets, Our tent goes up, we're there for a spell, and then gone, only to manifest elsewhere at a different time. We hope you enjoy our website, and we look forward to meeting you in person when our paths cross.
Live Magickally!
Bradley
Seneca the Younger - 4 BC – 65 AD
The world is full of mystery. For tens of thousands of years, the tribes of the earth looked to the earth for sustenance and the sky for omens. In the land that would become the British Isles, Stone age hunter gatherers carved headdresses from the skulls of stags. They carved mysterious spirals and circles in stone, whose meanings we are yet to decipher. Rapidly rising seas caused by Glacial melt drowned many, and cleft their home from the continent. In these new islands they would begin to see invaders from the mainland, bringing new technology, copper and bronze, and new Gods.
The Celts came and adopted the megalithic structures and integrated with local tribes. After the Celts came Romans, Saxons and Norse warriors in wave after wave of invaders. Each new upheaval brought Gods recognizable to the last settlers, yet distinct enough to have formed their own meaning to the tribes that worshiped them.
For hundreds of thousands of years, nameless Gods and Goddesses of the stone age were worshiped by the barbarian tribes of old Albion. Then legends formed by the new inhabitants took hold, and new Gods, such as Epona, Thunor and Odin would be worshiped over time. The conversion to monotheism was slow and often bloody. Some say that followers of the old ways were forced out entirely, some say they were merely driven underground. What is indisputable, is that memories of older ways remained in the holidays, the names of the weekdays and in the crafts. Chalk figures on hillsides, runes and ogham script chiselled in rock, mystical symbols in bone and wood and horn all speak to these ways. It would seem that the farmers, wise women and forest dwellers did not forget. They remember the names, the herbs and the traditions, for still they look to the earth for sustenance, and to the sky for omens...
And so do we.
Live Magickally!
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