The Equinox is Coming


The cool air carries a thin hint of fennel on this early Autumn morning as I sit outside sipping smoky black coffee. A yellow leaf falls from a birch tree. The church bell chimes in the village. This is the run up to the Equinox, Mabon. On my kitchen table there is a basket of …

Spring Equinox


The Equinox is coming.  The year is turning over – light replacing dark.  This is a time of change – unsettling – stirring.  I have mixed feelings about it – equal longings for the dark days of winter and the bright days of summer – an internal conflict.  It will pass as the year moves …

Call to the Crones


Where are the owls Blodeuwedd? Called into the smoky trees of Summer? Calling in the daytime. Songs of desolation. Where are the hares? The horses? Epona? The chalky grassland has abandoned them.   We, The Wild Ones must, In Spirit, gather now. Leave the gardens And the fenced off fields. Here, on the fore shore …

Thanks to the Goddess


For the chain of days – The jewel mornings – pearl, ruby and emerald, I thank the Goddess. For the beauty of bird song, the wind in the trees, the swallows on the way to Rhuddlan, I thank the Goddess. For the sunlit waters of the Traeth, the crows in the conifers, and bluebells, I thank …

May Day – Calan Mae – Beltane.


May Day is traditionally celebrated when the May blossom appears on the Hawthorn trees. Hawthorn is an important tree spiritually – surrounded by myth and legend. Oak, Ash and Hawthorn are the three sacred celtic trees. The most famous Hawthorn in Britain is the Glastonbury Thorn. Legend has it that Joseph of Arimathea arrived in …

Relinquishing Winter


Throughout the winter my spiritual rituals centre on fire and light – an instinctual attempt at creating a balance to the dark days.  By and large I spend  my time in a cosy, isolated retreat – protected by the weather.  I love this time of year – the contrast between the comfort of home and …

Imbolc – Candlemas


Imbolc – the full belly of the sheep.  Here in Wales there are more sheep than people. Now there are knubby small lambs out in the cold.  Traditionally this was the time when, as the days lengthened, candles were no longer required by farm servants to tend the stock.  Imbolc in Wales is “Gwyl Fair …

I am a witch and I believe in magic.


I am a witch and I believe in magic. This is at the heart of my being.   What does it mean?   When Sheila invited me to write with her on here, I was excited but cautious.  Many years ago I had defined myself as a  solitary witch.  Since then I have happily walked my own …

A spell to restore you to yourself.


. 1. Clean your space. 2. Make a natural arrangement that satisfies your heart. 3. Take a scented bath 4. Dress in loose, soft clothes. 5. Heat some apple juice with some slices of ginger to drink. 6. Light some candles and rose incense. 7. Read your favourite poems. 8. Give thanks to the powers …

Elements of the Morning


It is a cold, dark, wet and wintry day.  Outside the wind howls and rain lashes the windows.  Inside I kneel at the hearth worshipping Fire.  The glowing heart of home.  Winter is the season of the element Earth, it is also the season when we look to Fire – the element of Summer. I …

Catch the moments


Catch the moments hold the solitude against the others.   Empty spaces inside times of company Move freely beyond the laughter Live on many levels   Look for the silent rainbow seagulls in the darkness mute loveliness beyond the sadness Be here   Take  emotions to heart feel widely and deeply Take it all in …