Seven – Seven – Seven

If you’re an asker, you’ll be a knower:Poetry’s knotty and wily –The riddles you hear are windows,And the door is enquiry…– Gofraidh Fionn O Dalaigh There is certainly a fair bit of hoopla going on in the mundane world about today’s lucky numbers. So I thought I would suspend our exploration of the Ruby Realms, … Read more

Magical Rubies

Dorothy: Well, I-I think that it, that it wasn’t enough just to want to see Uncle Henry and Auntie Em, and it’s that if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard because, if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with. … Read more

Rubies – a bit of history

She asks for pomegranates.Her husband plants rubies on her neck.They are not the same. She is too shy for her thirst,but the butterfly inside is a desert aching for the sky.There is never enough sweet in her water. An old herbalist, neck heavy with corals,advises in search of zamzam and for the desertthat holds this … Read more

July Magic: The Ruby Realms

They brought me rubies from the mine,And held them to the sun;I said, they are drops of frozen wineFrom Eden’s vats that run. I looked again,–I thought them heartsOf friends to friends unknown;Tides that should warm each neighboring lifeAre locked in sparkling stone. But fire to thaw that ruddy snow,To break enchanted ice,And give love’s … Read more

July Magic

The linden, in the fervors of July,Hums with a louder concert. When the windSweeps the broad forest in its summer prime,As when some master-hand exulting sweepsThe keys of some great organ, ye give forthThe music of the woodland depths, a hymnOf gladness and of thanks.— William Cullen Bryant, Among the Trees The first day of … Read more

E-I-E-I-O

We are the power in everyoneWe are the dance of the moon and sunWe are the hope that will not hideWe are the turning of the tide. — Starhawk As we explore the meaning of magic, it seems impossible to discuss it without also talking about ritual. In the rituals and magic that are woven … Read more

What is magic?

I will keep the magic-The magic that hidesIn the greens of leaves,In the flight of birds,In the smell of fertile earth. I will keep the magic- The magic thatGlows in fire,Falls in rain,Blows in wind,Rests in stone. I will remember who I am and what I keep holy,And that all else will pass like frost … Read more

Happy Birthday, Scott Cunningham

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart,The holy tree is growing there;From joy the holy branches start,And all the trembling flowers they bear.The changing colours of its fruitHave dowered the stars with merry light;The surety of its hidden rootHas planted quiet in the night;The shaking of its leafy headHas given the waves their melody,And made my … Read more