Saturday Poetry

LOST by David Waggoner Stand still. The trees ahead and the bushes beside youAre not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must not treat it as a powerful stranger,Must ask permission to know it and be known.The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,I have made the place around you.If you leave it you may … Read more

The Earth Leans Towards Us

I arise todayThrough the strength of HeavenLight of SunRadiance of MoonSplendor of FireSpeed of LightningSwiftness of WindDepth of SeaStability of EarthFirmness of Rock. — commonly known as St. Patrick’s Breastplate, but also believed to be the far older Druid Deer’s Cry Invocation As I’ve been discussing, the evidence is overwhelming that time spent in Nature … Read more

Thoughts on a Perfect Grey Day

Thoughts on a Grey Dayby Mrs. ScarrotFrom Bare Trees – Fleetwood Mac I thank my God for perfect love and peaceI’ll hold her tight, as always, mine foreverLove; love. So great, so divineTrees — the grey day has changed everythingIt’s beautiful, just beautiful, so beautifulThis first grey day is ours. My loving child, by grace … Read more

What to do while not reading…

Mother & Child Reading in the Garden © Joyce Abbé You may have tangible wealth untold;Caskets of jewels and coffers of gold.Richer than I you can never be –I had a mother who read to me. — Strickland Gillilan Many traditions use this period between Imbolc and Ostara for fasting, special health regimens, and various … Read more

For Lynn

In gratitude for the life of Lynn GroszYou have generously given so many treasures.Even now, you call me to awaken and remember: Have you ever tried to enter the long black branches?by Mary Oliver Have you ever tried to enter the long black branchesof other livestried to imagine what the crisp fringes, full of honey,hangingfrom … Read more

Preparing for Imbolc

Triple Goddess, © BriarThere, at the foot of the tree, belonging to no man,A silver apple falls.There, amongst the branches, the mother sits.Weaver of dreams against the weft of the wood,Insight falls like gentle rain on a moon-bathed garden.— Song to Hecate, by Alison Jones Now is the time to prepare for Imbolc, sometimes called … Read more