Click here to discover theBram Brack or Soul Cake is a traditional Hallowe’en food from Ireland and the British Isles. During the Medieval era, children would go from house to house singing songs and asking for Soul Cakes. For each cake gathered, they would then say a prayer fo…
ON PASSING A GRAVEYARDMay perpetual light shine uponThe faces of all who rest here.May the lives they livedUnfold further in spirit.May the remembering earthMind every memory they brought.May the rains from the heavensFall gently upon them.May the wild…
A written poem can be explained entirely in terms of the poet’s finger-movements. A mother can be explained in chemical terms – so much carbon, so much calcium etc. etc., and such explanations can have a certain utility on a certain level.
But if you…
Swathed in red is Hekate.Hooded in red is Hekate.Red-hemmed Artemis, lift aloft your burning torch,And bring the trumpet of the nocturnal hunt.The flow of life is in the hands of Hekate,And her burning light guides the way.Terror-ridden roar of the bul…
The longer we are togetherthe larger death grows around us.How many we know by now who are dead! We, who were young,now count the cost of having been.And yet as we know the deadwe grow familiar with the world.We, who were young and loved each otherign…
What a thing it is to sit absolutely alone,in the forest, at night, cherished by thiswonderful, unintelligible,perfectly innocent speech,the most comforting speech in the world,the talk that rain makes by itself all over the ridges,and the talk of the …
May Your Samhein Be No Less Full BlyhteNow over a waterfall the steam plays,As through the glen it meandered;Sometimes round a rocky cliff it strays,Sometimes in a eddy it dimpled it;Sometimes glittered to the nightly rays,With bickering, dancing dazzl…
Sigh.We were very excited to be asked to do the invocation,” Childers told the Patch. “A lot of people think pagans go out and kill goats; they don’t even understand what paganism really is. Although contemporary society is taught to believe it’s a bad…
Okay, here is my all time favorite sweet treat: 6 dates (Majool dates if you have, otherwise soak for a bit in warm water) A big scoop of raw almond butter 2 big spoons of melted coconut oil Little bit of salt If you want more sweet, you can add agave or honey or other [Read More...]
I have a hard time believing that the heathen community wants to grow. Heck, I have a hard time believing that there even is such a thing as a heathen “community”. Is there? It seems to me that there are just a bunch of hobbyists at best.One thing of w…
You know what? I hate the current crop of Dems. I hate the Conciliator in Chief who lives in the WH, the cool young guy who took the job away from the experienced older woman who could have actually done the job. And you know what else? My old, ti…
“I give you the gift of dawn,”exclaimed the sun in brilli’ed clamor.”Unpack what plexed within the day shall offer.”She spoke before the rust-enflamed wingshorizon-wide of Delling,dawn the citadel of Eastern elfwhose upward rose-enpetall’d featherscall…
Yesterday, I posted one in a (sadly) growing series of posts begging Pagans to stop announcing to the press that their Pagan Pride Day/Samhein celebration/etc. is devoted to “dispelling common misperceptions about [P]agans and [P]aganism.” I keep post…
Upon that loom the Tree’s wet-whiteners moisten,
Woven in the linen-webbèd skein
Of gossamerèd undergarments first
The fresh and fallen fruit, a shooting star
A’landed in the marshes of the crane
And white stork’d fields of Fensalir, is cloth’d,
Which all its scintillating fate enclothes,
(—They say those strangely sweet and shrouded maids
who crone enclothe the soul with fate are fierce
and monster-borne, from out of time’s imagine :
cruel, some say, to steal a star, and lock
it fast within the binds of matter’s fetters,
when it once within the sway of upper
boughs did leaf-enfolded lightly dance,
but such indeed is growth from humble seed –)
And cradled in this swaddl’d matrix, lies
Within the arms of fairy-follow, wing’d
And swan-and-stork encloakèd maiden, who,
When shrouded triune loom-enchanters’ dance
Decides in secret congress whom the soul
Shall mother meet in womb’d embrace, and then,
Deliver’d to the dwarves the lunar-linen-
Clad and stellar-blossom’d soul, to forge
And form an embryonic mold, shall then
With swift and upward wings deliver fresh
Into the waiting mother’s womb, where she,
Who carried soul from depths, enchants a song
The step of which the wyrded sisters danc’d,
Within whose lilt the embryo now dreams.
We rise up, then, from lowest low, below
The earth’s foundations, then upon the lap
Of Mother Earth we mother-birth-bestowèd
Find ourselves from first and never-knowing
Twinkle, upper-foilage fallen, here.
It’s pretty darn amazing that, even when the two words are in the very same sentence, people ignore the rules of capitalization:Green added that just like Christianity, which has thousands of denominations, there are many diverse traditions under the u…
and here it comes. The fall. the storms, the rain, the darkness. the heart ache. the sadness. and no. The feminine embodiment practices does not make me feel less. Or make me have heavenly control over my feelings (I did after all, right there in the kitchen supply store earlier today, between the shelves with [Read More...]
Sistahs, I think one of the greatest gifts in life is to be generous. With generosity you open up doors of opportunity. A small act could influence an outcome that you are not currently aware of – a future event could actually depend on it. We live in …
Just a few days now until Samhein. I sit in a shaft of weak sunlight in my leaf-strewn garden and wonder, as, I guess, all old people do: “How did another year slip by so quickly? Maybe more than any other holiday, Samhein has a huge component of fu…
By what miracledoes this crackermade from Kansas wheat,this cheese ripened in French caves, this fig, grown and dried near Ephesus,turn into Me?My eyes,My hands,My cells, organs, juices, thoughts?Am I not then Kansas wheatand French cheeseand Smyrna fi…
Guest blog by Niki Andre “Easy” This word’s been coming up for me a lot in the past months. As in, “Damn Niki, you’re not easy” and “Why do people make relationships so hard? All this game playing. It should be easy” “It is easy” “It is?” Not for me it ain’t. My mother came [Read More...]
We had a good soaking rain yesterday, a cool misty morning, and then sun. When I got home from work, the Autumn camellias had opened. I think this really is the v last thing that will bloom until either the snowdrops or the hellebores come in after Y…
And in that moment last, between the jawswithin which saw he stars, and something more,he leapt, for maw was portal then, withoutthe Wolf a’knowing all ; and spied the MightySage a thousand branches more extendingout from o’er the other side of tree,th…
There is a wonderful new Page on FB called A Manifesto for Conscious Men. It was created by my husband Arjuna Ardagh and the wonderful Gay Hendricks, and it looks like a movement has begun! Please go to the Page and “like” and “share”, so we can spread this wonderful message. To celebrate this initiative [Read More...]
If you look, you can still find a bit of garden black and white underneath the falling leaves. I still have white anemones blooming, and the black berries of the lirope look especially menacing for Samhein.Photos by the author; if you copy, please lin…
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