The Keeper of Stories
Once upon a time, a girl bought a set of runes with her pocket money…
She sat cross-legged on the floor, casting symbols of the old world, peering into them like they held all the secrets of her soul. She must’ve been ten, maybe eleven. When her mother saw the spark in her eyes, she passed down her own tarot deck, the well-worn Rider Waite Smith, tucked in a wooden box alongside a crystal and an old gold watch. The cards felt strange, even frightening at first, but she couldn’t stop staring. She knew they were powerful.
That girl was me. And though I left the cards behind for a time, they never truly left me.
A Journey Through Shadow
When my mum passed away from cancer in 2006, everything changed. Grief arrived like a storm, but I pushed it down, holding the façade, being the strong one, never letting the cracks show.
Until one day, I broke.
That crack led me to shadow work. It was raw, painful, and long overdue, but it opened something in me. I met parts of myself I had buried, and I began to heal, not with love and light alone, but by embracing the dark within me. Through therapy, through study, through sitting in silence with my rage and sorrow, I started to understand the importance of integrating the shadow, not escaping it.
The Return of the Cards
During the pandemic, when my world fell apart again, my work with children gone, my mental health crumbling under fear and uncertainty, it was my sister who found the wooden box. My old tarot deck, long forgotten, came back to me like a thread of fate.
I held those cards again, and it felt like coming home. I read everything I could, learned from the old masters, and began offering readings to anyone who would let me. The tarot became my anchor, my mirror, and my guide through one of the darkest times in my life.
The Threads of My Craft
My work is a tapestry of many threads:
~ Tarot as a mirror of the soul, not to predict the future, but to help us meet ourselves fully, especially the parts we hide.
~ Shadow work as sacred, because true healing means facing our grief, our rage, our longing, and weaving it into wholeness.
~ Scottish folklore and witchcraft, ancestral wisdom, fae magic, the songs of the land, and the stories that shape who we are.
I grew up between Scotland, Africa, the Middle East, and Cyprus, but my soul always longed for the mists and moors of home. My grandfather was a poet who wrote of Scotland’s beauty and sorrow, and through his words—and my own—I reclaim our stories, our magic, and our sovereignty.
Why Story Matters
I believe everything in life is a story, every heartbreak, every joy, every shadow. Somewhere, there’s a myth or a faerie tale that echoes it. Through story, we understand the world. Through story, we understand ourselves.
In this space, I blend tarot, folklore, and authentic storytelling to guide others on their path, not as a guru, but as a fellow traveller. My role is not to tell you who you are, but to help you remember.
Come Sit by the Hearth
Sage in the Sky is more than a name, it’s a place of shadow and story, of roots and sky, of ancestral echoes and the magic that lives within us all.
If you’re ready to meet yourself in the mirror of the cards, to step into your own myth, and to weave your shadows into light, I’m here to walk beside you.
