The concept for Hollow Valley was born from the path I took to finding my own magic: through a lot of time holding tarot cards, touching soft yarn, reading about witchery and magic and ghost stories from the Appalachian hills. For years, I’ve been building on an energy of mystery, balminess, the depth of southern mysticism. I love the morbid beauty of southern literature, the way the mountains appear to burn as fog descends on them in the fall. I love the sharp bark of coyotes and the hum of cicadas, the crackle of bonfires and the soft rush of cold creeks. I did most of my growing and gathering in the chilly October cove afternoons of the Smoky Mountains.