I'm Charlie.
Story Seer. Voice GUIDE & Coastal Chantress.
I was born a Bristolian girl with soil on my shoes and stories in my mouth before I knew what to do with either of them. I am married, a mother of two, and I have made my home in Cornwall, which was more of a relocation through devotion. Over the years, I have learned that the moors here do something to a person. The granite remembers things, and the sea, well, she insists on honesty in a way that most places do not.
When I am not working, you will find me with my nose in a book or deep in research that started as a simple question and became a three-hour rabbit hole. I hike across the moors in all seasons. I adore watching the landscape change. I dowse ley lines, visit sacred sites, and spend a probably unreasonable amount of time at standing stones listening to what the land is trying to say. In summer, I paddleboard or wild swim, which is its own kind of devotion — the particular silence of being with the water, moving slowly, belonging to nothing for a little while.
This is the life my work grows from. From years of listening, wandering, reading, and returning — always returning to the living land of the southwest and the ancient currents that run beneath it. Everything I share, I have walked first.
I grew up hearing what most people were told wasn't there. The fey on the woodland edges. The mer in the pull of the tide. The deep currents that run beneath the land of Kernow. These are not metaphors for me. They are ancestral intelligences: old, powerful, and returning to human consciousness.
My work isn't a preparation for something. There are no finish lines here. All of the work is in a recognition of what you already carry. Through voice, story, song and the living landscape of the British southwest, I help people hear what has always been speaking — in the land beneath their feet, in the myths running through their blood, in the voice they swallowed and forgot.
My Origin: Before I had words, I was already listening for something deeper. To the wind in Kernow as a child on holiday. To the fey on the fringes of the woodland footpaths where my family would take me for weekend adventures. Over the years I have gone from telling stories under the willow trees of my school field to standing on stage in front of thousands. A path of a performer you might think, but this path didn’t begin with a single choice, it has felt as if there was always a pull for something to be remembered.
The myths I work with are not ones I came to alone on one single day or visit to a place. They came to me — through the land I was born into, long before I arrived in it. When I speak of mer and fey and the sovereignty of the old feminine, I am not borrowing someone else's inheritance. I am reading the oldest letter I own these living myths are in my blood and bones and in yours.
Over the years my roots have spread and become deeply woven with Sekhem, Reiki, Elemental Alchemy, sylvotherapy and the salt-soaked healing of ocean therapy. More recently I have been studying the earth currents of geobiology, and last year I completed my training as a song circle leader. All of this is craft and method, my path is and continues to be rooted in my devotional way of living.
Whether through immersive audio journeys, sacred storytelling, or vocal activation, my work is always an invitation: To unearth your ancestral knowing. To reclaim the words you swallowed. To howl when you were told to hush. To turn your voice into a bridge between worlds. I have spent most of my life in the space between. Between the world as it is and the world as it could be sung into being. Between the story people perform and the one they actually carry between, the voice they use and the one that has been waiting, patient for its moment.
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