Holloway Yew Kindred Spirit (KS174)

This Kindred Spirit figure has been newly carved from the root of a windfallen yew. The tree grew within a beautiful holloway - a lane walked by people dating back into the mists of time (read more here). The piece contains a wonderful range of tones and markings within the wood. It feels incredibly tactile, so feels good to gently hold during meditation or for ritual use.

A hazelnut and a simple deer antler bead have been added, along with wrappings of silk and wych elm bark. Owl and raven feathers complete it.

The figure itself is filled with our protective herb blend which includes herbs respectfully gathered from the land surrounding the sacred site of Stonehenge. The herbs are sealed inside with a plug of ancient English bog oak from Suffolk.

If wished, a bindrune for protection, love, or ancestral connection can be added to the base for no extra charge. Simply leave a note during checkout (or email [email protected]).

Crafted with real Celtic soul.
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Size: 5 inches/13 cm long (approx.)

Item no: KS174

Standard postage and packing:
Within the UK - £5
Everywhere else (including USA) - £15

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General information:
In older days, it was said that the grain of wood held memory, that old trees whispered the names of those who had walked before. These carved figures are shaped from such wood, oak, yew, and the darkened limbs of bog trees long steeped in earth and time. They are protectors, watchers, tokens of quiet power.

Place them in the home where their gaze may rest, near the hearth, the threshold, or beside the bed. They carry the spirit of the wood, shaped into form with intention. Some bear runes or the old protective marks; others are plain but no less potent, for not all charms need to shout. There’s more to them than what’s seen, herbs and secrets, sealed in tight.

Each is a small guardian, standing between worlds, a nod to the old ways, brought into our own age. Folk might have once hung such things in doorways, set them on shelves near cradle or cot, or whispered charms to them before sleep. Their silence holds a kind of watchfulness.

They ask for little. Only that you remember they are there.
A touch before sleep, a quiet word if you like, that's enough. Let them keep the still hours, as they were shaped to do.