About Hazel

I am Hazel. I am a witch of the North, and the craft I carry did not begin with me.

There are books on my table, but my work does not stay between their covers. It goes out into the land, into the weather, into the places where something changes when you cross a boundary. It takes form in ash, iron, thread, bone and stone; in spirit work, in the objects I prepare, and in the knowledge I choose to pass on.

Bloodline and guarded knowledge

There is a bloodline beneath Grimrunes. In the history kept by my family, the years of witch hunts drove our ancestors' work further into secrecy. The craft was carried behind closed doors, and the Galdrahald Grimoire became part of what was protected and passed down. That inheritance is a foundation of my work, alongside my place within the Æsirblot Coven.

Galdrahald belongs to the private heart of that tradition: runes, spirit workings, pacts, protection, and knowledge that was never intended for an open shelf. What came down to me was more than written instructions. It was a way of approaching the unseen, of knowing what to open, what to bind, what to leave alone, and what must not be spoken carelessly.

Some of that inheritance enters the books, workings and objects I share here. Some remains closed. Among the guarded workings is Grimrunes of Ældra Kyn, which belongs to the deeper story behind this house. I work with it through prepared objects; I do not publish the working itself. There are things I can teach you, things I can make for you, and things I will continue to keep.

The untamed part

I have no interest in making this craft tame enough to sit politely on a shelf. There is tenderness in it, but also teeth: the refusal to be diminished, the boundary that holds, the hand that knows when to give and when to close. I work with that whole nature, not only the parts that look beautiful by candlelight.

That is the current I follow through Grimrunes. Earth under the nails. Smoke in the cloth. A black book left open beside something still being made. The old ways belong in the hands of the living, and I have no intention of keeping mine clean merely to look respectable.

The work

I live and work in the North. My practice brings together inherited craft, Scandinavian folklore, old black books, household magic, spirit traditions and years of work with the physical world. I follow historical sources closely, and name them where I use them. Family lore and private workings have their own place beside those sources. Research deepens the work; it is not the whole of it.

Grimrunes is where these strands meet: grimoires and teachings, spirit work, physical ritual materials, artefacts, direct workings and the stranger subjects that do not fit neatly into modern categories.

I care about what happens when the reading ends: what is carried, buried, tied, washed, marked, returned, placed at a threshold, kept close, refused, remembered, or repeated until an ordinary object is no longer ordinary. The simple acts matter. So do the deeper workings. You will find both here.

Why Grimrunes

Grimrunes has become more than a shop. It is the house I am building for the whole body of this work: the inheritance, the books, the spirits, the objects, the open doors and the things still kept behind them.

It is also a place for those who recognise something here: a hunger for the old ways, a stubborn sense that there is more to them than the life they have been taught to fit inside. I am not interested in making you a copy of me. I am interested in what you begin to recognise, claim and practise for yourself.

There are rooms here that are already open, and others I have not opened to visitors yet. Begin with Start Here. Find the room that draws you. Bring the part of yourself you have been keeping quiet.

— Hazel