Beth © Brian Zichi Lorentz Also known as the Corn Planting Moon or the Milk Moon, this month’s Full Moon is near apogee, so it will appear to be the smallest full moon of 2008. (For example, in terms of apparent size, it will appear 12.3 percent smaller than the Full Moon we’ll see in December). … Read more
Ta’Om the Poet© Brian Froud’s The Faeries’ Oracle The Trickster’s Songby Carmen Thompson I am the ChaseIn the DreamingI am the pitter-paddingAt your heels I am the splitting-stitchIn your side I am the windTranslating scent I am the slowing In your thighs My name is the snip-snappingOf the trap you run to I am the … Read more
Were we like the Fays That sweetly nestle in the foxglove bell. — H. Coleridge (1796-1849) From Beltane to Midsummer, the Faery Kingdom celebrates the intense, growing delight of Spring. With the guidance of Thalia, we are exploring the relationships between the Faery realms and flowers. Although I have warned you that the faeries are … Read more
O Solitude! If I must with thee dwell,Let it not be among the jumbled heapOf murky buildings; – climb with me the steep,Nature’s Observatory – whence the dell,Its flowery slopes – its rivers crystal swell,May seem a span: let me thy vigils keep‘Mongst boughs pavilioned; where the Deer’s swift leapStartles the wild Bee from the … Read more
Foxglove, Foxglove,What do you see? The cool green woodland, the fat velvet bee; Hey, Mr Bumble, I’ve honey here for thee! Foxglove, Foxglove,What see you now?” The soft summer moonlight On bracken, grass, and bough; And all the fairies dancing As only they know how. ~ The Song of the Foxglove Fairy, by Cecily M. … Read more
A green tendril weaves through the fabric of time. When animal life first pushed up from the mud of chaos, simple plants were already there to welcome us into the web of life. — from Mugworts in May, by Linda Ours Rago From Beltane to Midsummer, the Faery Kingdom celebrates the intense, growing delight of … Read more
.. I found this instead, from..Letters From Maineby May Sarton “When a woman feels alone, when the roomIs full of daemons,” the Nootka tribeTells us, “The Old Woman will be there.”She has come to me over three thousand milesAnd what does she have to tell me, troubled“by phantoms in the night?” Is she really here?What … Read more
So sweet a changeling – Arthur Rackham The Changelingby Charlotte Mew Toll no bell for me, dear Father dear Mother,Waste no sighs;There are my sisters, there is my little brotherWho plays in the place called Paradise, Your children all, your children for ever;But I, so wild,Your disgrace, with the queer brown face, was never,Never, I … Read more
The garden with its little gate of green,Invites you to enter, and view mysteries unseen,Its vine laden bowers and overhanging trees,The air filled with sweetness, the hum of the bees,The flagged walks with Iris galore,Of most beautiful coloring, unknown before,Pink, white, purple, yellow, azure blue,Mixed and mingled of every hue,You come away wondering, can more … Read more