The Green Man has watched over British churches and woodlands for centuries, his face peering out from carved leaves in stone and timber. The Green Woman is his wild sister: the spirit of the growing earth, of the hedgerow and the wildwood, and of everything that comes back green after the winter. She's on the cover of this leather journal, wreathed in leaves and keeping an eye on whatever you put inside.
The pages are blank and unlined, because a grimoire shouldn't tell you how to write it. Fill it with spells, sigils, recipes and correspondences. Add sketches of the plants on your walk, dried petals pressed between the pages, tarot pulls, dreams, and the odd shopping list when nothing else is to hand. Over time it becomes a record of your own craft, in your own hand.
Real leather softens and darkens with use, so the more you carry it, the more it becomes yours.
Start writing. She's listening.
Genuine leather, which varies naturally in colour and texture. Keep away from prolonged damp.
The Green Man has watched over British churches and woodlands for centuries, his face peering out from carved leaves in stone and timber. The Green Woman is his wild sister: the spirit of the growing earth, of the hedgerow and the wildwood, and of everything that comes back green after the winter. She's on the cover of this leather journal, wreathed in leaves and keeping an eye on whatever you put inside.
The pages are blank and unlined, because a grimoire shouldn't tell you how to write it. Fill it with spells, sigils, recipes and correspondences. Add sketches of the plants on your walk, dried petals pressed between the pages, tarot pulls, dreams, and the odd shopping list when nothing else is to hand. Over time it becomes a record of your own craft, in your own hand.
Real leather softens and darkens with use, so the more you carry it, the more it becomes yours.
Start writing. She's listening.
Genuine leather, which varies naturally in colour and texture. Keep away from prolonged damp.