Last night, curled up in my favourite reading chair with a cup of chamomile tea, I finished reading “The House Witch” by Arin Murphy-Hiscock. Having previously devoured her bestseller “The Green Witch” with its wonderful guidance on connecting to nature’s magic, I was keen to explore her wisdom on domestic spirituality. The book has been a constant companion over recent weeks, its pages gradually collecting the subtle imprint of my evening reading ritual – a tea stain here, a dog-eared corner there