Dim the Lights and Welcome the Instructive Embrace of Mother Night

If you have struggled to observe the Halcyon Days’ pause and quiet, this night is a gift for us. Heed now the counsel of the Great Dark Mother.

Blessings of Solstice Eve – Welcome, Mother Night

Deepest Dark Blessings to you and yours! It is the Eve of the Winter Solstice. This is the great celebration of Mother Night. As far as we know, our ancestors did not have atomic clocks or satellites to help them dissect Time to the nanosecond. Instead, they had to figure by their keen observation, by … Read more

Blessings of Samhain To the Living and the Dead

I am the hallow-tide of all souls passing, I am the bright releaser of all pain, I am the quickener of the fallen seed-case, I am the glance of snow, the strike of rain. I am the hollow of the winter twilight, I am the hearth-fire and the welcome bread, I am the curtained awning … Read more

The Days of Imbolc

There, 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 get ready … Read more

The Instructive Embrace of the Dark: Mother Night

The walls between the worlds are thinned; The Gods’ might is at its peak, The wights and the dead walk freely among the living. Let us remember them on this Mother Night. ~ from a Heathen rite posted on the Internet some years ago, original source unknown. This is the Eve of the Winter Solstice. … Read more

Goddess Sundays: Beloved Sacred Fool

Laughter is the shortest distance between two people. ~ Victor Borge (20th century comedian) As I mentioned last week, the story of Amaterasu and Uzime is mirrored by the Greek legend of Demeter and Baubo. So today, for April Fool’s, let’s meet one of the world’s oldest and most revered Sacred Fools, the blessed Goddess … Read more

The Edge of Transformation

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 we make ready for the great festival of Imbolc, sometimes called Candlemas or Brigid. In many places, the … Read more