Salubrious, Scintillating, Sweet-Hearted, Solstice Salutations, You Filthy Animal X
aka gone hibernating, be back soon….
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They say that Solstice means ‘sun stands still’, but over the last week or so, it’s my brain that has been immobilised into inaction. How very seasonal of me.
And though the to-do list is as long as Mrs Claus’ fancy stockings, I’ve been mainly focused on the final, final, final, edits for my beautiful book*, immersed in realms of ludicrous strange avenues, the musty scent of the woods, and in the preposterous telling of an adult, macabre fairytale, that features the Antiques Roadshow, the John Rylands library, the haunting freakery that is Piccadilly Gardens, as well as bloody hearts, cupid, and the unnecessary thirsty fumblings of a flushed woman in a museum’s bathroom. The end, whether happily ever after or not, looms large and I’m glad, as tiredness dopes me out as soon as the clock strikes 4pm, and yawning has become my new language of the day.
*And yes, please pre-order my delicious debut book ‘The Story Of The Deer Woman’ HERE. Ta.
It’s right though. This deepening into the heavy-lidded lands. It’s what the bears would ask of us if only we’d listened to them instead of to the man with the clocks and watches checking in, checking time, when it’s really time to set the proverbial alarm clock and nestle in with a good book, a bingeworthy show (The Strain has been my choice this year ~ a valiant rewatching of Guillermo del Toro’s comic book series written ghastly wormy vampire take, set in NYC with camp characters galore), cheese, and to lay one’s head upon the ground. Or the couch will do. It’s warmer and cosier anyways.
So, my brain has refused to pipe up with some lingering liaison with something new to spice up your life (or your Sunday). I’m not even going to bother to trick it, with the dangle of a carrot to bait its scribbling attention.
Let’s be clear here. it’s not that my mind doesn’t have a trillion and one ideas, eking and seeping out of my ears in waxy wonderment. Sure, I could write about:
The purveyance of IG reels that feature the lives of babies, up close, and personal, and as cute and feel good as they might be, I can’t help but wonder, what the fuck little child you can’t give your consent to be paraded on social media for other’s entertainment and the kerching kerching of your parent’s bank account?! How are you going to feel about this when you’re older??
Or how about the fact that there’s something not quite right about the number of people who will curl their child-snatching finger at you, come beckoning at you with the promise of making those 10,000-dollar months, and yet, they don’t tell you why? Sure, money is useful of course it is, but to just desire to make money for money’s sake? I don’t know, that feels empty and soullessly sad to me.
Naw. I’m good. Let’s pause for a while. Give that genius mind a little break, shall we?
Though there be no new story for you today what I thought I would do instead is offer you five of my most favourite pieces for your perusal that I’ve written this year. An authorly advent calendar if you will.
Before I grace this page with their links, and because, unsurprising to me as I never, with my uber super slow pace, get my shit together to do those fancy end of year, gifting type of offers, here’s one that might just catch your attention, whether for a very last minute gift for a dear one, or, perhaps most delightfully, for your own sweet self.
One of the things that features in my book are the Tarot cards. And, for those of you unfamiliar with the contents of my parlour (oooh la la!), is that I read the Tarot cards. Indeed, I am The Nomadic Tarot Mistress ~ at your service, my love.
And so, I am delighted to invite you to step into my salon, gift my palm with silver (or pounds babes), and come sit before me for a sprinkle of Tarot magic.
I use the cards daily myself, carry them around with me, and find them such useful archetypes for flavouring and savouring, one’s heart.
Here’s what I have for you:
a) A Mini Tarot Reading ~ Let’s pull 3 cards for your year. I’ll send you a voicenote with the cards and tell you a spankingly sensuous story to soak your sinew in for the year ahead. Book your Mini Tarot Reading HERE.
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b) Your Year Tarot Storytelling Spread ~ Yes. It’s back. I cannot explain to you the exquisite witchy majesty of hearing that the card that had been chosen for a particular month rang true. For example, pregnancy news, or the caution to get your shit in order before the next tidal wave of epic responsibilities weeps your way. Year after year the Tarot Storytelling Spread weaves its magic. It’s akin to having your own marvellous muse managing your monthly affairs. Kind of. This one we do either face to face if you’re close to Manchester, or via zoom.
I’m taking bookings now for January, and, as this is a popular one, I thought I’d share this with you beauties on here this splendid gift at a reduced price of only £88 (usually £150) ONLY UNTIL 31st DEC. You can book your Year Tarot Storytelling Spread HERE sweet thing.
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c) ‘Coaching, Tarot + Magic!’ A 75 minute One-to-One Creative Life Mentoring Session ~ This is the creme de la creme of them all. Storytelling, guidance, magic, and coaching for your year ahead fuelled by the fire of the archetypes.
Now, without further ado, here’s five nine (because they’re so fuckin good!!!) of my most favourite essays from 2025. Thank you to each and every one of you for being so fucking supportive of my words and musings. You have no idea just how much this means to me, as I step deeper into making writing my world.
Hello. My name is Heidi Hinda Chadwick and I’ve been an A.A. for most of my life ~ aka trying to avoid the aching pull of some tendrilled thread at my heart pleading with me to lean in and listen hard...
Creativity, Sexuality, Kink & Weaving A Safety Net ~ aka How far do we let ourselves fall into life’s arms?...
I Went To My First Sex Club & Why I Won’t Be Going Back!* ~ aka It’s not like in the movies (it never is)…
The Dirty & Divine of A Creative Erotic Life ~ From Sacred Prostitution to Only Fans! ~ aka the holy whoredom of selling…
Am I Willing To Be Devastated? ~ aka I think I need Bukowski et al to give it to me straight…
It’s Never About the Creative Project We’re Doing; It’s Only Ever About Who We’re Becoming in The Process! ~ aka the mic drop you never knew you needed babes….
The Exquisite Subtlety Betwixt Pleasure and Pain ~ aka let go of shame’s hands and step forwards into nature’s playground...
Husband Material ~ aka femgore writing, kinky queen, seeks geeky, sensual, sexy king….
Hey Daddy, Wanna Fund My Art?! ~ aka the kink of patronage and an ask for support…
Enjoy. And if you like what you read, do consider subscribing my love. Thank you. Happy Solstice, Festive Blessings & The Sweetest of New Year’s To You XXX HH
Wishing you an amazing 2026. I know you will smash it.