This was to honour their goddess Qwerty Uiop!
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 […]
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 […]
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.
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 – 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 […]
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.
Circle `Round the bon fire heat~ Merry Part and Merry Meet~ Fetch the loaves and stir the brew~ Clutch the witch that stands by you~` Kick up your heels and stomp your boots~~ Burn the herbs, and boil the roots~ Light your candles, sisters dear~ Linking arms and chanting clear~ Goddess! Goddess! Shine your light!~ […]