I live in the shadows Watch Breathing in The deep eternal silence – Lungs folding And unfolding Flowerlike. I burn sage for cleansing Rose incense for love Sitting in the hare light And loneliness.
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Bryn Celli Ddu
October Song
Today the Autumn whistles through me – Brown, grey and scarlet branched – It rustles in my soul. Crows cry and stone crumbles, Dark descends and depths of energy flare incandescent in the shadow of the year.
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 …
Morning Joy
Snow flakes fall amongst the crocuses and daffodils as candle light and crystal stain the day. The quiet crackle of the coals, the scent of coffee and the purring of the hot, black cat call forth the joy of morning.
This is the Dark Time
This is the dark time, burn the candles, Light the fires and wait. The year is turning. This is the dark time, Time of dreams and magic – time to go inside and seek the treasure in our souls. This is the dark time Time of hearth and home, And holding loved ones In our …
Earth Song
I listen to the earth song The humming of the land. Wind howling round the eaves And in the trees. On the shore the sea Rushes, gulls cry Seals echo eerily. Rain falls, drumming, pattering, Streaming down the hillsides. I hear the robin calling sweetly At daybreak, Tawny owls in the darkness. Cat fights and …
Lammas
The festival of the first fruits – the beginning of the harvest. Time to give thanks to the Green Goddess and John Barleycorn. Traditionally bilberries and blackberries would be picked. Bread would be baked. A feast of celebration prepared. Here in wet Wales, as we travel down the lanes and back roads, we …
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 …
April Rain
Slate grey sky Rain falling Birds calling soft harmonies. The holy light of candle flame on stone The scented smoke rising in the stillness of the air. Today my living room becomes a chapel to the Goddess.
Gift of Today
A colder, greyer day today. No horizon out at sea. No treetops on the hill. Sweet scented smoke swirls between the beams. Beads of water – moondrops on the cabbage leaves as blackbirds carol and pigeons flap and fluster. The treasures of today are laid before me and I am humbled.
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 …
This is true
Hard headed Stony faced Woman Bone strong Bears the brunt and grinds down the days determinedly. Closer to life herself. Her hands in shit, and snot, and blood – the stuff of “Being” Knowing her Existence rests in air and food and warmth and sleep. That she cannot be severed from Earth. It’s days, its …
Inner Journey
Today I will be absent. Ashes will gather on the hearth and dirty dishes fill the sink. It is cold – my icy fingers clutch my coffee mug for warmth. The open windows admit the birdsong and the chill. Candles flare in the draughts and smoke from joss sticks swirls around the room. I …
Having been truly blessed
Like spring rain falling gently into my mind The cool sweet shower drenches my thoughts with light and joy – cleansing them of strain and useless striving. Leaving peace like the scent of countryside after storm.
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 …
Sanctuary
Marry the frost curled tight in the hollow bottom of the winter birch. Moss cushioned in the crackling dead leaves, bracken and grass. Warm in the brown greeny circle. Safe in the wooden heart of the tree. Goddess protected wild and free untouchable inviolate Witch.
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 …
Incantation
Words re-power Mouth the spell Fell the tower Myth dispel Forge the meaning Fire and flame Strength unscreening Truth rename Incantation Witches curse Domination In reverse
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 …
Invoking the Dawn.
I am the woman dancing down the edge of consciousness overlooking the precipice of the future poised before the mystery of my tomorrow. Weaving with my motion the fabric of the day to come. Illumination of the night created by the momentary sparking of my Being as I harpily invoke the dawn.
