We are pleased to announce our upcoming move!

Because of the patronage and support of an amazing community of people, Crone's Hollow has been able to purchase our own building. This means there is truly a Pagan owned enterprise and Pagan land for community use in Salt Lake City. Our mission is to provide safe and ongoing space for alternative paths and spiritualities-- and this move means we are here to offer this resource for a long, long time.

Our new store is at 3834 S. Main St, approximately 15 blocks south of our current location. Across the street from UHaul, to the north of the Tesoro gas station and convenience store. There is a small amount of parking in the front of the store, more parking in the rear and tons of parking across Main St in the strip mall. This new location is not open, so don't stop by just yet. We will spend the next few weeks doing build out and preparing the space for our next Grand Opening event which will be Friday, June 10 at 7 p.m.

The Grand Opening event will be an evening of conversation, community, ritual, drumming and an exciting new array of Pagan art and goods for your shopping pleasure. We will give away tickets to all participants and have some great prizes to give away that night. An iron cauldron, a stone skull and much more. Tickets are free...just show up at 7 p.m. to visit!

We will have the same amenities we've always had - the store, a lounge, classroom space, House Readers and ritual space in Roy's Room... in a different and mysteriously new configuration. And yes, we'll have trees in the store.

On Saturday, June 11, in our new space and in the park to the south of us, we will offer our 6th Annual Fairy Fest, an open-to-the-public event. It promises to be an exciting summer and we would be delighted to have you join us for rituals, classes, psychic readings and events. Visit the events tab on our Facebook page visit our Events page for a complete schedule.

The final day of shopping at our current location (2470 S. Main) will be Friday, June 3. We're open that evening until 11 p.m. We'll have some wicked sale prices on stuff we really would rather not move -- starting on June 1st.

Both locations will be closed from June 4 through the Grand Opening.

If you are interested in volunteering to help with the move, please stop by the store and give us your name, phone and email address. We can use all the help you can offer!

With deep gratitude,

Rita, TaMara, Ravenstone and Breeze

The Witches of the Hollow

The woman lived at the end of the lane. No one knew how old she was, she was simply called “The Crone”. People smiled as she walked by; they nodded, but they were a bit wary–she was odd.

Today, she needed some herbs and decided that it would be pleasant to walk out into the woods to collect them. As with many things, she became completely absorbed in her collecting. The day wore on to late afternoon and she found that it was really too dark to walk back home. The woods were peaceful and she liked the spot she found herself in, so she sat down and built a small fire. She watched the animals watching her and found herself drowsing off to sleep. It was a warm night and the fire was more than enough to keep her warm.

In the morning, she woke refreshed and full life. “I like this place”, she though to herself! “I believe I could live here quite happily.” So she sat for a moment and thought about this new idea. She made a decision. She would bring her things and live here in the woods.

What would she need? What should she bring? These were the thoughts that occupied her on her way back to her house at the end of the lane.

That evening found her back in the woods in her lovely spot between the trees. Another idea struck her…Farmer Johnson had an old barn on his property and she remembered him saying that one day he was going to have to just push it over and tear it down. Well, perhaps she could help him out. So, carefully, she walked across the fields at the edge of the wood to Farmer Johnson’s property.

Sure enough, there was the barn leaning precariously in the moonlight. Well, no one was going to miss a few of those old boards! So, as quietly as she could, she gathered up a few of the old boards that had fallen off the side of the barn, including one that was still attached!

Back to the wood with her treasured boards. The trees were so cooperative! They’d grown just the right distance apart to allow her to nail the boards neatly between to make a wall. Farmer Johnson got several more visits in the night from the Crone. And although he had a pretty good idea where the lumber was going, he was very happy that he was not having to take the time and trouble to get rid of it himself.

After several weeks, the Crone had managed a nice, comfortable cottage in the hollow of the trees. She had brought many of her things from her house at the end of the lane to help make it suit her taste and whim. She brought her herbs and oils and her stones collected from all over the country. She brought her books and odds and ends – things that attracted her attention or caught her eye. She loved color and variety and furnished her house with many strange and beautiful things.