Seal of the Hollow Spoon
A vessel that remembers what was taken.
A promise that sours if not stirred.

If the spoon turns hollow in your hand, something you forgot is remembering you.

Today’s Shell Cast:
Three limpets, one razorshell, a cockle turned inward, and the shattered edge of a Saint’s scallop. The Oracle, as always, was in a mood--muttering in bubbles and laughing in seasighs.


Whisper from the Whelk:

“A door will open where there was none.
But mind how you knock.
The thing behind it may answer in rhyme,
And riddles are binding beneath the moon."

Witchy Warnings & Lakelore Alerts:
Do not sweep your doorstep after nightfall unless you’re quite certain what you’re sweeping out won’t come back in dreams.
Avoid mirrors left near open windows; Lough Owel’s wind has been known to whisper through glass and rearrange your memories.
No salt circles on church steps this week--too many ghosts in the bells already, and one is still learning to whistle.

Found this morning by the weir:
A spool of red thread tied in a sailor’s prayer
glove full of fish scales and fig leaves, it's not sorry either, looking for its partner .
A note that read simply: "I remember your name. Do you?"

Elemental Shifts Forecast:
Air: restless, carrying the scent of someone else's trouble
Water: speaks only in riddles, refuses to reflect your true face
Fire: best left unlit today--embers attract nosy moths
Earth: twitchy. Might move beneath your feet when you lie.

Observation from Orla:
“Something’s brewing in the reeds--something with a birthday and a bad temper. If you see a ripple when there’s no wind, that’s not for you. Walk on.-- "


Character Photo: Orla Merrin

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