Wishing You a Most Blessed Lughnasadh
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
Blessings on this ancient Celtic holy day of feasting, fire, and thanksgiving. Named for shining Lugh, let us gather in and share our first harvests.
Now I am six! As clever as clever! And I think I’ll stay six now for ever and ever! Okay, actually, it’s six-TY FIVE. But I think I might prefer six.
As the sun sets in Rockport, Mass. on the Cape Ann peninsula, Nature smiles in all Her beauty on a perfect day I will always cherish. Vast gratitude.
Every week seems to bring more drama, craziness, scandal, sorrow, and anger. We must remember to pause the head noise, connect, and breathe. Join me?
Tonight, the doors between our mundane, human realm and the real, primal worlds fly open. Dance into enchantment, with the blessings of the Ancestors.
It’s Wordless Wednesday. Take a break. Go outdoors. Be silent and receive life’s many blessings. Absorb the majesty of resurrection in every thing.
After thunder and lightning last night, on this first full day of Spring, an uncharacteristic snow squall descends on us here at Laurel Hill cottage.
With glad hearts we receive the blessing of Spring’s arrival. Here are some spells and ancient practices, for you to weave your magickal celebrations.
Last year, I wrote a retraction (of sorts) regarding the snakes vs. Patrick on this holiday. This year, weary of squabbles, I offer an alternative.
Spring is slowly arriving at our Laurel Hill Cottage, with a pair of spotted salamanders stirring in our pond. Although common, they are rarely seen.