Insights into Mythology, Healing
and Transformation

Though she be little, Morsel is a fierce, sumptuous feast of a book. Lush, sensual and utterly bewitching, Kerrie Basha weaves her gorgeous dark, medicine out of moonlight and wild wisdom. Its akin to stumbling on a witches cottage deep in a forest, in an old fairytale. The witch invites you inside, offer you tea and seat by herfire. She smiles at you reassuringly, plumping the cushions. Then she hands you a book of secrets and spells so sweetly scente, sharp and devastating in thier power and truthfulness that they unravel your hear, only to mend it againwith thier beauty. Morsel is indeed that book of enchantment, and is now among my most treasured.

- Antoinette McKenzie, phD Literature, @pomegranateastrology

This delicious Morsel by one of my favourite witchy women. Glorious, sensual reading, an ode to the spirit and the earth.

~ Nina Karnikowski

This human writes like their quill is covered in liquid gold… and now there is a WHOLE BOOK!

~ Suzi Villeneuve-Smith

Just read cover to cover, will read many times over thereafter. Deep resonance, wise beautiful words an offer of hope and solace. Always inspiring, forever cherished.

~ Danielle Rickwood

Reflecting upon longing and nostalgia of late and was drawn to these last lines

“ Yearning is our heart’s promise, radiating sublime faculty in every direction. Nostalgia is its hardy shadow and its tender honour, demanding its due”

It’s written by my shadow guide in her book Morsel. This one is titled “Nostalgia”.
Thank you for these words Kerrie.

- Mikey Ellis

Just read cover to cover, will read many times over thereafter, deep resonance my firend, your wise beautiful words an offer of hope and solace, always inspiring, forever cxherished.

- @thepeacefulperiod

And this delicious Morsel by one of my favourite witchy women. At almost 50 Kerrie is making good on her oldest promise to herself, publishing her work. Glorious, sensual reading, an ode to the spirit and the earth

- @travelswithnina

Your book ignited my daughters love of reading and words and she carries your Morsel around with her wherever she goes now. For her 9th birthday all she wanted was books.

Thank you my love. We cant wait to get carried away with the magic of your next offering.

- Skye @beemindfulcandles

Dissolution is a curious phenomenon, a change of state frequently indistinguishable from magic. How quickly something dissolves and transforms its state of being is dependent on a variety of portents, ordinarily calibrated to suit. But eclipse season is no ordinary chemistry. Control remains its greatest illusion, all attempts drawing different hues from shadowy depths. Sheathed in riddles thanks to the hazy influx of Neptunia retrograding through the deep oceans of Pisces, stirring the dreamscape to conjure new visions from the dark caverns within us. Its swirling disrupts normcore, glitching the matrix and shifting channels, fomenting a fertile chaos that feeds its urge to merge completely. For those keen to ride this cosmic equivalent of a fifty foot screamer, the path that beckons is only for the brave and the foolhardy. The outliers willing to trade the fixed nature of knowledge for the siren song of wisdom, who hopefully exchange locked boxes of doctrine for wings of imagination, letting themselves be utterly carried away.

Dissolution is a Neptunian pursuit. It depends on distinct surface areas, or how much you are willing to give and give up. Temperature hastens the process and yours will rise and fall like the ocean this wild week. Nothing happens without strong stirring, the magnetic symmetry of sun and moon drawing disrupt and rising tides, forcing a pull into unchartered territory. We will have to rely on instinct and intuition, our wits and our uncommon sense for the new path unfurling in its wake. In these imaginal realms, nothing is as it first seems. It could be better - or worse - depending whether you ride this eclipse wave or get dumped by it. Neptune's chaser is the secret source. Hitch your imagination to its velocity and expect to be delivered to a wholly new enchanted shore.

@bohomofo // Sept 24

The eclipsing tide draws back still, travelling slowly all the way out after its life shifting redirection and world beating chaos. Its ground zeroes laid fully bared now to a howling world reeling in horrors. All our own before and afters still glitching in and out of place, harsh and tender all at once. None of us beyond this mythological territory quite yet, not nearly out of its wild clutches.

Time won't wait, marching towards the next threshold. The bell already tolling a funereal lament at the grimacing hand of the dark lord from the lashing tail end of Capricornia. Since 2008 aiming about nowish to finalise exacting a terrible price for the malevolence of the old world. Its foundation stones well cracked, its towers falling, its failure inherent all along. The end times of the old world still dangling us all over precarious points of no return, refusing its salvation and evolution.

We know deep in our bones it means to take us all down with it now. Those of us still here despite its psychopathy have one job: to save what we love. To preserve and protect our homes in this world: the places we belong, the spaces in which we can create, the communities we crave and care for, the ways we move through life as an offering.

We stand on multiple extinction thresholds. Tipping points from which there is no return. Holding patterns that dissolve and liberate as everything resets internally. Hope seeded in its cracks and breaches. Fierce determination tapping on the edges. Love's longing for life itself still growing through the smoke and cracked earth. The tide turning as it always must.

@bohomofo // Oct 24