Wishing You a Blessed Samhain

Sparks from the hearth Of the Queen of Death and Life Swarm through the dark, Dance through the Night. by J. Robin Gall from Second Chants, Serpentine Music Productions This is the Great Sabbat of Samhain (pronounced SAH-wen, or SOW (rhymes with cow) -wen), and is the third and final harvest, marking Summer’s end. It … Read more

Blessings to the Crone

Blessed am I the Maiden, full of adventure and laughter, sweet and strong and free… Blessed am I the Mother – passionate, bountiful creator, lover, and protector … Blessed am I the Crone — edgewalker, lightbearer, storyteller; Seer, healer and Witch. * * * * * * What aspects of the Triple Goddess do you … Read more

Fate and Transformation

© Rasa Van WerderThere, 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 JonesToday is a day laden with ancient magic and destiny. … Read more

Wishing You a Most Blessed Samhain

We dance around in a ring and suppose,but the secret sits in the middle and knows.— Robert FrostToday is the Great Festival of Samhain (pronounced SAH-wen, or SOW-wen), which marks the third and final harvest and summer’s end. It is the Witches’ New Year. This is the midpoint between Autumn Equinox and Winter Solstice, and … Read more

Depart in Peace, Tasha Tudor

Tasha Tudor, Children’s Book Illustrator, Dies at 92 Excerpted from The New York TimesBy DOUGLAS MARTIN Published: June 20, 2008 Tasha Tudor, a children’s illustrator whose pastel watercolors and delicately penciled lines depicted an idyllic, old-fashioned vision of the 19th-century way of life she famously pursued — including weaving, spinning, gathering eggs and milking goats … Read more

While hunting for something else..

.. 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

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